#arcane.jayce

[vander-affectionate]

the oh hellos are doing something to me, but i thought i'd pop in to tell you your favorite spams your phone when you don't give them their good morning texts and will be sighing when you finally pick up the phone. they're checking up on you, standing outside your door, waiting for the perfect moment to tell you they're waiting for you to open it and they totally weren't about to kick your door down to confirm your safety...

[vander-affectionate]

I am humbly requesting a first time (nsfw) with jayce paired with a female reader? And as a bonus could the reader be short and chubby? Tysm <3

ahhh this- this one makes me nervous oooooo

warnings: minors/ageless blogs do not interact, smut, virgin!jayce because corruption, i made him a pretty slut im sorry, fem!reader, overstimulation, uhh jayce is desperate, unashamed , and totally wrecked

Jayce has his arm that can barely wrap its way around your wide hips and the slight tremor that goes your ass at each thrust is making it so hard for him. You’re panting, a thin sheet of sweat on your body, fingers dragging down his back and you are so pretty when you arch like that and just the sight of you falling apart beneath him makes him whimper and lose his composure.

Wanton moans slip past his lips and he grabs your hips, eyes fixing on your face despite the tears slipping down his cheeks because he’d finished inside you and he needed to feel that again, but he’s pushing himself.

Jayce’s thighs are shaking with every stroke forward and his eyes roll back as he gasps your name. His chest is heaving, sometimes it stops when you clench around him and when he’s pulling back it’s as if he can breathe again, but he doesn’t look like a man who needs to breathe. You’ll catch his gaze and he licks his lips now that he’s gotten a taste of what your pretty cunt feels like wrapped around his dick, he’s hopeless. He’s addicted.

“Can I cum again?”

He’s asking as if he isn’t still on the high point of his orgasm and the way he clutches you, the way he kneels to clean up the mix of fluids dripping between your thighs before sinking himself back in with the most unrestrained groan you’ve ever heard is proof enough that he needs it.

He slides you close to him, fingers digging into your hips before he finds himself pistoning his hips into the sensitive spot inside you that makes you jerk and groan. He whimpers as overstimulation choked him and his jaw unhinges itself as he pants, gripping your ass and trying to get himself as deep as he can go. He’s moaning, whimpering, gasping as your slick slides down both your legs and he squeezes his eyes shut trying not to think about it or look at you.

But he hears you calling his name and he needs to see the look on your face when you cum again. You’re fighting oversensitivity and still you are trying to meet his thrusts to fall over that sweet edge again. To knock him off that edge again.

He seizes up when you pull him down to kiss him. Teeth gnash and the thin line of saliva that connects to your tongue, that adds just the right amount of lewd to your fucked out expression makes him lose it. He shouts, his whole body shaking as his hips lose their rhythm and he’s clutching your sides trying to get ahold of himself while he moans and trembles. And you follow right after, the mix of your cum and his flows down his balls and drips on the floor, but Jayce with his eyes fighting to stay open and not roll back is trying to meet your eyes as he pumps himself.

“Again?”

[vander-affectionate]

alright have fun with this

warnings: minors/ageless blogs do not interact, i think we have a fem!reader, best friend!jayce, you and jayce have a good relationship, it's nice to me, kind of fluff, angst, monsterr, mention of demons (dw you're safe), and uhh apparently viktor can blow someone's back out. also sex. reader's not in it, but it's one of those times you gotta leave your apartment bc of your roommate yk? also blood? how did i forget that? uhh, reader has a baseball bat and all actions are in self-defense. maybe some described gore? we're sticking by the don't like don't read rule

a/n: i wrote this bc i like the concept, also i'm trying out a few monster things and i would like feeback because i'm trying new things with new characters

He fiddled with the chipping paint in your door frame and swallowed thickly, cringing at the whiny moan from across the hall. September eyes, the vibrant oranges of leaves littering dark soil that you’re not entirely sure bleed into those colors or are framed with the pretty rust of his iris. They droop and, ah… how can you resist those eyes?

Another moan - Viktor’s - you conclude, whimpers through the hallway.

“Y/n.” he pleads, clutching his pillow to his chest.

Your eyes flick down to his shirt and he’s wearing this International Frisbee Convention shirt that might be a size too small for him. It’s gripping his arms and you huff out a laugh.

He deadpans, sighing as color blossoms over the top of his nose, cheekbones, and peaks at the height of his ears. “It was the first shirt I could grab and-”

“Kassandra.” you hum, fairly amused despire it being one in the morning. “Threatened to throw you out if you walk around without a shirt.”

Both of you jolt at the sound of this repeated slamming and a flurry of moans that follow behind it. Jayce is grateful when you slam the door behind you, muffling a bit of the noise.

He keeps his pillow over his ears, whining softly as if he’s agonized and you really don’t blame him.

“Thank you,” he grounds out quietly. Laying out on the futon and his legs are dangling off the arm of the sofa. He has to turn on his side so that he can fit his shoulders onto the cushion behind him.

“Since when does Viktor fuck?” You can’t keep a smile off your face as Jayce’s face scrunches his nose.

“Never fucked me like that.” he murmurs and you half snort because you know how enamoured he was with Viktor when they’d been dating.

He buries his nose into his pillow and sighs, “‘S fine. He’s happy.” His eyes open and a flash of color takes them over, maybe gold? Maybe you’re sleepy.

A shrill scream pierces through the door and Kassandra’s yelling ensues right after. You bite the inside of your cheek and nod to Jayce, “Come on.” He perks up at what you’re implying. “You’re with me tonight, pup.”

He picks you up, holding you in one arm like you’re a second pillow.

It’s not new. The way you and Jayce brush your teeth together, subtly shoving at each other like you had in college and he knows what he’s doing when he plops on your side of the bed. He expects and receives your kick with a mirthful laugh. None of it’s new.

When he opens his arms, wondering if he can get away with a cuddle. This symbiotic exchange of give and take has always been a refuge for the two of you, solace to you both when life was hard. It’s never changed.

Until now.

Moonlight flickers in the room and splashes over the two of you like a glacial tidal wave. Jayce twitches and growls low in his chest so much so that it makes your pillow shake with the sound. Your mattress is fucking moving.

You open your eyes and hope to fuck that it’s something else. It had to be since that sound couldn’t have come from one of your best friends and you chance a look up at him when you hear him yawn. And it’s from there, staring at him that you realize he’s not who you thought he was.

Canines extend down and down and down. You can’t tear your eyes away from them and the longer you look, the more stiff your limbs become. They don’t shrink when his mouth closes and his lip tears —

He hisses.

A sound that fogs the silence and an eerie feeling takes over the room and you fling yourself off the bed, landing on your back as you scramble to get up.

“Hey-” his voice grates and you’re not even sure if it’s sleep that’s making him rasp. But he seems to know something’s off when he sees your face in the moonlight.

Irises once decorated by the shades of rosewood are being devoured. Veins of black crawl up his cheek when dark blood drips from the tear on his lip, his tongue darts out to lap the dribble going down his chin. You follow the veins leading up to his eyes growing more and more prominent until you watch back crawl over where the red veins in his eyes should’ve been before taking over his eyes.

Your back hits the wall and you don’t dare take your eyes off of him. Cold seeps through your blood and your fingers stretch over the wood underneath you. It’s as cold as you are and it only gets colder the closer your fingers get to the breeze coming in from underneath your door.

“Oh shit.” you’re brought out of your trance when you see Jayce’s hands up in surrender. “It’s okay. It’s- It’s alright-”

“You’re a fucking demon!”

“No!” he huffs, leg catching in the bed and he slips, falling onto the floor and hitting the side of his head on the iron bed rail.

He hisses again and you jolt to the side grabbing the bat on the far side of the door frame and turning the doorknob.

You almost drop the bat when two hands keep the door shut and your knees lock. Your eyes sting and you grip your bat, blood is dripping onto your wrist and you’re trying not to think about it or the rising bile in your throat.

“Wait.” Whispers Jayce. It sounds like him. It sounds just like him and you tighten your grip on your bat.

If he moved that fast then he could’ve done away with you already.

“I’m.. I’m not…”

Why is he keeping you here? Why won’t he let you go? That’s.. that’s obvious. You’ve got one chance and you need to time it right without him-

“I don’t… I didn’t have a choice.”

You lower you bat and Jayce lifts a hand off the door, leaning so he can see your face, but he’s not expecting you to bury the thick end of your bat in his stomach. He chokes, fist curling and breaking your door as he droops.

You swing the door open and take off running toward the front door and it’s open, you’re not sure where you’re going to go with an extra powerful, super quick Jayce on your heels. But you don’t get the door halfway open when an arm wraps around your waist and you go to scream when Jayce pressed a hand over your mouth.

“I know you’re scared” he mutters, changing places with you so his back is on the door.

He’s bleeding from his temple (probably from when he hit his head) and his eyes are… normal? They’re dark, but the black veins are still in his sclera and crawling down his cheekbones.

“I died, okay? I was close, but- it was an accident.”

“An accident? You became a vampire on accident?” you sneer and Jayce growls, running a hand down the side of his face that isn’t trickling down his face.

“No, I- Look,” he glances around before pointing left of you. “That uh, that letter opener is iron-”

“So?!” you reel and if that baseball bat hadn’t taken him out then what would?

“Well you don’t have a wooden stake lying around to kill me!” he argues and he sees the way your face pales. Maybe he didn’t take into account that his best friend wasn’t out for his blood or wanted him dead. Deader? He sighs as he stops his mile a minute thoughts. “I want you to feel like you can still trust me.”

Even if it means you know how to kill him. His kind.

“But just… please…”

He slides down the door and you’ve never seen him so sad. More than he was when he crawled across the hall to your apartment telling you how he and Viktor are no longer dating.

“I don’t want to lose you.”

[vander-affectionate]

Jayce and/or vander (separately) with a fem!reader who's super tiny and looks fragile and is treated as if she goings to break, but when the time to have a sexy time for the first time arrived, reader has a six pack, what will the reaction be?

Fan of your blog btw

this one- *wheezing* my heart, i cannot, i have so much love for this just bc the looks on either one of their faces would be priceless and yet the way this turned out-

warnings: minors/ageless blogs do not interact, fluff and jayce being the himbo you know he is, implied sexc times, fem!reader

Working alongside Jayce in smithy shops meant learning about him, why his eyes shined bright, and what the gears spent going on and on about. It was his peace to be near a forge and that extended to you. He touched you like you were jade yet to be carved; a tactful gentleness to his touch and his eyes searching and scanning over you.

Your fingers would tangle in his hair to yank while his would graze your sides with a deference that would’ve had you speechless if you both weren’t trying to get in a quick fuck.

“Jayce?” you whined, vaguely aware of what had twitched on your thigh from your voice.

“Hm?” He groans, mouthing kisses down your neck.

He grinds his body into yours when you hiss at him to hurry up and he’s already partly bare because he hazardously chooses to wear no shirt in the forge. You’re both tugging at each other’s clothes when your shirt falls to the floor and he pauses to look at you.

His eyes scan down your body and when he doesn’t lean back into your touch you sit back and watch him. “Problem?”

He shakes his head like that of a child and his fingers trace down the dips of your stomach where you’re not as pliant and fragile as he thought you were. His breathless laugh makes your thighs squeeze.

“Did you seriously see a pretty girl near a forge and not think she didn’t do some heavy lifting?” Jayce shrugged, rubbing his neck

“You are smaller than me.”

You flash him a smirk, “And here I am in better shape than you are.”

He leans down to kiss you, trying not to show how embarrassed and aroused he is by all this. But you’ve got a pretty good idea as to the latter given the proof is straining his trousers.

[vander-affectionate]

Weirdly specific idea for 20 sentences but-

Jayce x shapeshifter reader (any species but I'm a sucker for dragons or foxes)

And he accidentally walks in on them while they're in that form?

woof— *sweats nervously* oh shit uhh... damn umm... i guess this is a good time to... open... that

warnings: minors/ageless blogs do not interact, suggestive and some fluffsy

You depended on schedule and so did Jayce, you would show up in the morning to start the forges and he came in to greet you and would leave to pick up blueprints. A furnace went out and in a hasty rush, you leaned down, peeling off the long cowhide gloves and reaching into the furnace yourself rearranging coals within it making patches of blue on your skin that come out violet with the extreme heat put on your skin. You didn’t have a chance to dust off your fingers when you spotted Jayce out the corner of your eye just in time to see the pliers in his hand fall to the floor.

“Are, are those scales?”

It was rare for your kind to show themselves, even more so that their scales are seen and it’s almost offensive, but the way he stares at you with admiration that makes you swallow thickly.

“I’ve only ever heard..”

Your eyes flick to the door and he shuts it making your nerves fray, he notices how your collar frames the glow in your chest, but he doesn’t look at all scared by this interaction and that implication alone is why you can’t seem to keep your eyes from jumping between him and the door.

He’s slow to approach like he’d do the same to a wild animal, but whatever he sees in your eyes gives him the confidence to walk across the room until he’s a few from you and his eyes are reluctant to leave yours to the ones that are already returning to their normal blue.

“Is it too personal to ask if your skin works like quenching a blade?” His eyes return to yours and the uncertainty in them makes him pause and reconsider the focal point of this conversation.

“You’re not going to-”

“Turn you in?” His brows knit tight in a peak on his forehead, “You’re the best blacksmith I know and-” he nods to your slowly changing skin, “now I know why.”

You’re staring at him like he’s the one who just revealed he was the dragonborn here. The coals are roaring and you need to step away from the furnace behind you before the backside of your arms start changing with the heat.

“And you light the forge’s faster than anyone I know.” He cracks a smile and the wonder thrives in his eyes makes your shoulders droop in the slightest. Your eyes rake down his figure and you find that the mallet on his belt isn’t the reason for the tent in his pants. “And.. and it does make you… that much better.”