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The Hexstrap - Viktor x Reader

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Viktor gifts you something special to use on him.

3.0k words

F/M. 18+. Smut. Pegging. Sub Viktor. Dom Reader. NSFW.

“I have something for you.” Viktor tells you, shyly, “though it’s not really a present.”

He hands you a long, black, silky rectangular box. He places it in your hands, and you find it to be quite heavy. You start to lift the lid.

“Not yet please.” His voice trails, “Maybe after tonight?”

“Sounds good to me,” You reply, although a little curious about what could be in the box.

He had planned a date for tonight at a cocktail bar in the city. They supposedly served the best experimental cocktails in Piltover. It was a new location for you and Viktor, and you wondered what kind of drink he would order. You had a few more hours before you were due to set out, giving you time to bathe and get ready.

Viktor kissed you passionately, a preview of what may happen tonight. You are already feeling worked up and excitable, you consider it may be a good idea to release some of your built-up lust before you go. Though what could be better than sitting in a classy bar, sipping a cocktail on the arm of one of Piltover's greatest scientists. With a promise of what usually happens after your dates, you begin to feel weak already.

“I need to prepare for later.” Viktor smiles, “You look outstanding. Jealousy is not my fashion, though I think everyone there will be watching you.”

“I’m not even dressed; this is just flattery.” You smirk, pulling him in closer. He kisses your forehead, and you tilt your head upwards to catch him on his lips. You kiss more deeply, sliding tongues over one another, until you realise you are standing in the hallway outside of your room.

“Do you want to come in?” You offer suggestively.

“Tempting me again?” He scoffs.

His tone makes you snort. “Tempting you? You come here looking like that, bringing me a present, and are expecting me to not offer you inside”

“I have been considering giving you that for some time. Your reaction is untested. Will you leave it here for us to come back to later?” He asks.

“Whatever you say - but you really don’t have to worry about my reaction Viktor.”

He looks relieved and slightly flushed. As you say your goodbyes until later, you watch him as he walks away. When he thinks you aren’t looking, he rearranges himself. It makes you proud to see him dishevelled. You turn back to your room, making a plan of action. You need to be getting showered, dressed and prepared. You look over your room and decide to give it a quick clean as you and Viktor planned to be returning here. What time will you be back? Will you be out all night with him? You weren’t sure. To think of Viktor in the outside world, let alone a cocktail bar, felt alien. It was rare he had the time. That’s why this was so special to you, Viktor had planned it.

You look over at the box and think over what he has said. He was so insistent; it must be something special. You pull the cocktail menu out of your bag- Viktor had passed it to you earlier.

You go through the motions of preparation. Your shower was hot and steamy, on exiting, the clothes you had laid out for yourself felt soft and warm on your skin. Everything felt so right. You quickly did a cleaning sweep of your room, picking up any rogue items and tidying away any clutter. It isn’t that Viktor would mind, it’s just a personal preference. You place the black box on your pillow and finding a clean towel, you place it next to it - it’s always good to have one on hand when you are alone with him. The thought gives you butterflies. You daydream about what will happen when you return.

There’s a knock at the door and you glance over at your clock. It is near enough time to leave. You open the door to Viktor and are completely swept away. He looks sharp, sophisticated. A clean dark suit, burgundy undertones in his usual fashion, polished shoes and bouquet in his hands of red roses. He had matched exactly what you were wearing unintentionally, complementing each other perfectly.

“You look outstanding.” He hands you the roses. “You really are something (Y/N).”

You invite Viktor inside, finding out a vase for the roses, filling it and arranging them gently. He spots the towel next to the box.

“You opened it?” He asks, hurt.

“What? No, why do you think I opened it?”

“The towel.”

“I just thought we would need one later.”

He looks relieved. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to accuse. I assumed with the towel- I’m a little on edge about what your reaction may be.”

“Viktor, whatever you show me will be fine.”

“I am not used to being vulnerable. I have never explored that side of me.”

You hold him tightly, reassuring him.

“We are going to have a great time tonight.” You look into his eyes, “We will drink and laugh and then, we will come back and open the box - and everything will be fine.”

He hugs you tighter.

The cocktail bar was a dark and smoky place, it hosted a cushioned seating area, central stage and booths lining the outside walls.

“I have a reservation.” Viktor states to the door staff.

You are led through the bar, alive and seductive with jazz music, to a small booth on one of the back walls. It is quieter there and looks as though it is usually reserved as a fancier seating arrangement.

Viktor prompts you to choose your preference in seat. You choose the left side, and he sits in the right. The chairs have high backs, enclosing you within the darkness of the booth. You pick up a menu from the table.

You ponder the choices for a second. Viktor doesn’t drink much, almost never. He looks confused but excited.

“I have never tried anything like this before.”

You decide on a drink.

“Had any thoughts while I’ve picked mine?” You ask. You place your foot against his under the table.

“Hex on the beach? I didn’t think Hextech had such reach.”

“I suppose you kind of have to pick that one Vik, it’s made for you.”

Viktor calls over the serving staff and politely puts through your order. You talk over Viktor’s work and your research, your leg trailing up his calf.

“You look so beautiful tonight, (Y/N).”

Your cheeks redden, “Well, I had to put some effort in, knowing I’d be on your arm.”

“Why is my arm such a great thing to be on?”

“…You are quite literally in the cocktail menu. Your arm is infamous Viktor.” You explain, he’s clueless as to how recognised he is for his great work. “But in my opinion, your arm is the second-best thing of yours to be on.”

His one foot is nudging yours in reciprocation, a hidden language under the table. It rides up and up. He slides forward in his chair to reach for your hand, holding it on the table. His knees are brushing yours, threatening to nudge open your thighs.

Your drinks arrive. The ‘Hex on the Beach’ is a slightly purple shade thanks to the blue curaçao mixing with the cranberry, somewhat different to the shade that the hex core actually is. Viktor notices the difference but says nothing. When he swirls the drink in his hand it shimmers like the light and sparks of the core. He takes a sip and is pleasantly surprised at its sweetness. Your drink tastes heavenly also and you take the time to swap and try each other’s to better inform your second drink. The drink portions are small but in artsy places like this they usually are.

You talk as you sip. As you progress through the drink you feel lighter and lighter, your body feeling a little unfamiliar. Viktor is surprisingly untouched by his first drink, but his second, the ‘Amarekko Sour’ feels more substantial. He feels like he has the sudden desire to confess his feelings for you, over and over. His knee, more adventurously, hikes higher, spreading your thighs apart slightly.

“I love you.” He spurts. This was not the first time you have heard this, but it is still a rare revelation which he does not usually confess.

“I love you too.” You reply. Your surroundings are woozy, but you focus in on Viktor’s face.

There is silence for a while. All of your thoughts have been vocalised and you are comfortable to just stare at each other in your tipsy daze.

“Beautiful. Beautiful.” He rests his head on one hand, his face in his palm. “I have always thought you were the most beautiful person I have ever set my eyes on.”

“Oh, Viktor you are so sweet.”

“No, I mean it. Really. You are everything to me. You mean the world.”

You order one more round of drinks and head off. The night feels alive. It’s not even that late, but you and Viktor are so unused to drinking that three was enough to have you sufficiently drunk and insatiably horny. On the way home, you stumbled along to multiple different dark corners, finding places to steal kisses and grope each other. You were like two drunk teenagers.

“I need you.” He murmurs every time there’s an alley.

“Come have me.”

You embrace, desperately kissing, touching and feeling, before moving on. The cocktail bar was only a short walk but with all the detours it took you much longer.

“I’m so hard for you, (Y/N), all the time. You don’t even realise. I need you.”

You giggle, “Viktor, I’m right here.”

“No, I need you.”

“Viktor.”

“Inside of me.”

You are a little confused.

“Inside you?” You ask. “Like sexually?”

He sobers up a bit and worries he has said the wrong thing.

“…yeah.”

You think for a moment.

“Viktor, I will give you anything you ever ask for”

He kisses you with double the passion, unleashing every bit of his love and affection at your acceptance of him. You manage to get back through the large building, foyer and hall to your room. At the door, he pins you, hands grabbing at you through your clothes, needy and desperate.

You almost fall through the door as you open it.

You stumble together to the bed, Viktor laying on his back, with you on top, messily kissing, and touching and undressing in such a rush to be rid of the restraints of your clothes. In the scramble for grip on the sheets, your fingers find the black box. You sit upward, straddling his hips. You hold the box in your hands and he watches you from beneath.

“Can I?” You ask

He nods.

You undo the silky bow keeping the lid fixed tight. Wiggling the lid side to side to loosen the friction, you pull upwards and remove it. Fixed in the soft settings of the box is a dildo and some sort of strap attachment.

“It’s for your hips” He suggests, folding up the straps to show you his work. “This fixes onto here, like this.”

He demonstrates the contraption, placing it together. Its beautifully crafted and its clear he has spent time on it.

“How long did this take you to make? “You asked. It is perfectly weighted, the curves smooth and built to feel good. You slot the contraption together.

“It was an ongoing project. I had to work undisturbed… It’s measured to me. The Hexstrap.”

You come off him and stand up, admiring the shape and length, it was familiar.

“I’ll get myself ready for you.” He states, getting up and walking to the bedroom.

You strip off your clothes. Slipping your legs into the straps, raising it up your thighs and fixing it to your waist. It felt odd having the extra weight and tilted balance. You admired the way it looked in the mirror in the corner of your room. It really was measured to him. You find out some lubricating oil from your dresser. You used it when things took a rougher turn with Viktor. Most of the time he liked to take things slow and steady, though sometimes he would allow himself to get harder and rougher.

He was always a caring partner though; he loved aftercare and foreplay rather than the mindless thrusting that came with the middle of the encounter. You had never really been in control sexually. So often when you intended to be dominant it would end in you being on the bottom. Viktor walked out of the bathroom naked. You admire him completely; his form and his body were perfect to you. When you looked at him you saw your loving partner, not just the parts that made him.

The oil had warming properties and helped sooth any friction caused by fast motion. You wanted him to be as comfortable as possible, especial considering the amount of trust it had taken him to open up about what he wanted. You tried to emulate the things he did to make you feel comfortable and safe.

“Come lay on the bed Vik.” He watches you intently.

“It looks so good - to see you with some of me.”

He’s hard. Instantly upon seeing you. It’s not that he didn’t feel that way before, it just feels so special to him right now. He was pushing the maximum of his body’s capabilities concerning blood flow, he could feel himself straining and needing a release.

He walked towards you, placing down the prepared towel, sitting himself in the middle of it.

“I have never done this before.” He admits.

Seeing him like this, naked and sheepish twisted something inside of you and you felt a strange urge to comfort him, look after him, be gentle and caring- but also to take him, have him, make him crave you.

“Neither have I.”

You thought back to how he handled you on your first time. He had reassured you, familiarising you with what was about to happen. He prepared you, warmed you up and teased you so that your worries about the experience were melting and replaced with need and want.

You pour some of the oil into your hands, warming it up between your fingers.

“Lay on your back.” You kiss him as he leans back, initially propping himself up on his elbows, then lowering them to be completely flat. You climb onto your hands and knees over him.

You lather the oil over his inner thighs, it feels warm against your hands. Viktor relaxes into it, sinking into the bed. You use it to coat his cock, swirling your hand around to cover the whole of him, sometimes gently swooping down to cup at him. His skin is shining under the oil and softening. You use your other hand to create similar movements over the hex strap, ensuring it will glide easily. Viktor is twitching with desire, his cock moving on its own in response to your touches. Almost like the Hexstrap is linked not only in resemblance but by touch.

He whimpers, “Please touch me.”

You increase your speed. “So good for me, Viktor, you are a natural.”

You tease your hand downwards to test his reaction to you getting closer to his entrance, he arches upwards.

“Eager, aren’t we?”

“Please, I’m scared ill- ill finish before you are even in.”

Viktor desperately thrusts into the air in an attempt to find friction. His moans and whimpers are explicit, his accent thick and heavy. You add more oil to your hands and place your fingers against him. He follows them with his hips.

“Ready?”

“Please”

You enter him and he cries out in pleasure. You take your other hand and clasp it around him, stroking him slowly in time with your fingers. You add another and he ruts pathetically. You take time stretching him and warming him up.

“I want the- “He struggles with his words, his hands snaking a clasping and unclasping in the bedsheets. “-the Hexstrap.”

“Say please Vik. I want to hear you.”

“Please (Y/N).”

He sounds so heavenly.

“You want your own creation inside of you Viktor, look at how desperate you’ve become.”

You line up the hexstrap and push inside. It fills him completely. It is strange to see how a complete replication of him slots in perfectly. His cock begins to drip prematurely. You take it with the rest of the oil, using it to stroke him faster and faster.

He is moaning loudly and without care, rushed expletives and begging and your name- all combines to a completely sinful sound.

“(Y/N), I’m going to- “He trails off, cut with his own shouts.

“You are going to finish all over yourself?”

Your words undo him, and on only the fourth thrust with the hexstrap he finishes, spurting in thick ropes over himself. You put a residually oiled hand over his mouth, smothering him. He writhes in his pleasure, legs shaking. Even through your hand, you hear your name over and over.

You wait for his cool down, watching as he slows his movement, chest heaving ceasing. You flood his forehead with kisses.

“You did so good for me Vik. You look glorious.”

He smiles. He’s an absolute mess. The bed is a mess. You are a mess, hands slick and sweaty skin.

“I need to finish you now” He panics, realising he hasn’t even touched you this evening.

“Viktor, I think you need to cool down first.”

“I don’t think I can fuck you (Y/N). I think you’ve finished me; I’m drained.”

He holds you tight and close, whispering words against your cheek. His looks into your eyes, then down your body to the hexstrap - still inside.

“Mine may be out of business” he jokes, “but I have a spare that I may be able to make use of.”

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kaz-dekadent · 2 months ago

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nsfw alphabet - viktor

okay guys im doing the nsfw alphabet for my man

written with both afab and amab reader in mind, lab partner reader, trans vik, sub leaning switch vik, typical nsfw alphabet stuff

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

please, give him a cuddle and tell him he did good and he's beautiful. remember, he needs a lot of praise and reassuance. he makes sure you're okay too and that you pee afterwards. he would definitely praise you too !! (then fall asleep ofc)

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

it's a hard choice for him, because he doesn't like how he looks a lot, but his waist. grab him by it, maybe squeeze a bit and he's soaked. especially if you have big hands. he loves your thighs - sitting on your lap, holding them while giving you oral, humping them (especially when you're making out), stradling one of them as he fingers you or jerks you off and you feel how wet he is.

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

yes, he swallows. likes creampies in theory but is afraid to get pregnant due to his weak health. likes to lick it off your fingers.

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

sniffs your underwear, if you were wondering why you hear him whining when he's doing laundry. wants you to fuck him in front of jayce wants you to watch him degrade a councillor. likes being choked

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he's not a virgin, but not really experienced. might have had someone in zaun. has much more knowledge than experience.

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

something that let's him see your face and isn't painful for him. when bottoming he'd prefer the classic missionary (especially if you're bigger than him and he feels how you cage him with your body) or the lotus position (best to kiss his collarbones). if he tops he'd have you riding his hexstrap as he holds you with his hands (lean down to kiss him and he melts), or him kneeling with his weaker leg supported by a pillow and you laying before him.

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

quite goofy and sarcastic, especially when he has more energy and/or get's into a bratty mood.

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he has a bush and no one will convinve me otherwise. he's quite hairy in general and got even more since going on testosterone

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

was super soft & a lil awkward during your first times (during these, he didn't want to take off his shirt and show his back brace. still does it if you find it hot when he has just two buttons undone and his collarbones peek through). slowly got more confident (with lots and lots of praise and reassurance). when domming he's either a soft dom or a massive tease. he's a bit insecure but very loving. when he's being subby he turns into a pillow princess and just wants to be taken care of. sometimes he's bratty.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

does it to relieve his stress, makes the prettiest noises during it, created a vibrator for himself. is able to be quiet, but sometimes whimpers your name (sometimes deliberately, when he knows you may hear him). secretly wants you to catch him while he's playing with himself and force him to continue as you watch.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

size kink (what else do you guys expect of me?). if you're big and strong, he likes to feel small under you (he developed that kink long into the relationship when he got more confident around you and was less afraid that you see him as weak and incompetent), (after this he started quite liking his small size in comparison to you). make him look up at you, compare your sizes, manhandle him and he's soaking wet. rail him against the wall. he also likes to dominate you and know how he's making you submit without using any strength (or knowing that you're only letting him dominate). praise kink, as above. omg please recognize this man's accomplishments. tell him how good he's taking your strap/cock or how well he's strapping you. oh, and just a suggestion - fuck him after he makes a scientific breakthrough while complimening his intellingence. dumbification. our smart boy sometimes needs to have his brain turned off to optimize itself. body worship. as we know vik isn't confident about his body. so please kiss his every mole and tell him how beautiful every part of his body is. choking/ painplay (but please be careful with him, since he's quite fragile). likes being choked or slapped around, since it makes him feel helpless and not as breakable at the same time.

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

doesn't mind doing it in bed, especially when he's low on spoons or in pain. but would defintely like you to eat him out as he's sitting on his shower bench. or having you fuck him in his lab when his body let's him - either one of you being the other's under desk support, being pounded on the desk, cockwarming/strapwarming you as he sits on your lap while he's working.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

bantering with you, especially if you're doing it while working with him in the lab. grabbing his waist, slipping your hand between his thighs or generally grabbing him. having pointed out how small he is. and of course, praise. call him a good boy, or pretty and he short circuits.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

despite the councillor thing, he'd neither like to be degraded or degrade you. he feels bad enough about himself already. as much as he likes to handcuff you, and as much as i handcuff him in my writing, he wouldn't be into receiving it. when you first suggested it, he responded with something sarcastic about his leg. being a sub top/ a service sub. much prefers princess treatment.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he's quite skilled in both eating pussy and sucking cock. his moves are precise and he likes to mantain eye contact with you when doing it. prefers giving. and he sucks strap

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he's slow, due to his limited mobility. prefers you being either very soft with him too, or being rough, depending on his mood and energy level.

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

prefers being fucked properly and having a long session with cudding afterwards. but you two do it in the lab when jayce is not present

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

the lab doesn't have to be locked. that's the word. shocks you a lot with the things he wants you to do to him, and you most of the time give in. when you two are experimenting or trying something new, he first has to make sure it's safe for the both of you, won't damage his health and yours if you also have some disability.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

since he's quite physically weak, he won't last a lot of time on top of you, which usually turns into you riding him. but when he bottoms, he would come a dozen times, but start crying during the second, and when you ask him if you should stop, he would shake his head and ask to continute.

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

100% builds toys himself for the two of you. (like the hexstrap). if you also have a pussy you two definitely have heavy makeouts, naked, with his vibrators inside the two of you, until the bedsheets have to be changed. if you have a dick and especially if you struggle with erection, he would build you a cock ring.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

as i wrote here: vik is definitely the type to provoke and tease you until he gets what he wants. he would pretend to mistake your lap for a chair or lean on you and make cute faces, maybe unbutton a part of his shirt, "accidentally" exposing his collarbones, waiting until you snap and pin him to the wall. then he would smirk, and you would kiss his neck, making him whine for more, waiting until he gets your cock/strap. he would do as above or tell you dirty shit as soon as jayce leaves the lab. and as soon as you blush, he would walk away with a satisfied smirk. and you would know you can't fuck him because he would soon come back. unless...

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

is quiet at first, but when you finally let a sound out of him, he's the whiniest man ever. prettiest moans you'd ever hear, and he's moaning at the littlest touch. when he's coming, he curses in czech. sometimes tells you about his research when you two are at it and he cries ofc

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

he built the strap for the two of you himself, as above has a mole on his pussy (yes, when you kiss his every mole, this one is included).

smokes during fucking

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

pussy color is probably as pale as his skin. clit is more red. his labia is definitely a bit wrinkly also our beloved hexstrap

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

since he's a workaholic, he doesn't have time and energy for fucking as much as he'd like to. but he's so needy you two sometimes do it in the lab and if you don't he gets sooo needy when you two finally get in bed.

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

as soon as he can, he falls asleep. you have to wake him up and remind him to pee afterwards, but he's such a pretty sleeper your heart breaks when you do it. sometimes you ask to fuck him just so he would finally sleep

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lovesickf-fics · 4 months ago

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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

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urratfather25 · 6 months ago

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yeah sorry guys I'm gonna need less bottom sub uwu Viktor and more freaky nasty Dom top Viktor alright you saw the way he was manhandling jayce and choking him cmon now let viktor use the hexstrap on jayce

i need art and fanfics of this please and thanks

#im sop serious #that is NOT how Viktor would get freaky I know in my soul he's NASTY #jayvik #jayvik arcane #arcane #jayce talis #viktor arcane #arcane season 2

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k3nz1ekorn · 14 days ago

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My Good Luck Charm

18+ explicit sexual content ahead, minors/ageless accounts DNI

Pairing: Jayvik

Word Count: 5,270

OR Rugby captain Jayce is superstitious and has a pregame routine for good luck, involving fucking one Viktor Novak in his letterman jacket.

includes: mole worship, top Jayce, bottom Viktor, service top jayce, but their switches, jayce just tops in this fic, t4t, trans Viktor, trans Jayce, Jayce calls Viktor baby 2 times, pillow humping, hexstrap, strap-on, inappropriate use of hextech, anal fingering, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, oral sex, possessive sex, squirting, multiple orgasms, does this count as marathon sex?, marathon sex, cum marking, dacryphilia, dirty talk

Terms used for anatomy: cunt, cock, dick, folds, lower lips

A/N: I saw some art, couldn't get this out of my head, and wrote my first smut fic about it.

This was inspired by art by tetsarou on twitter bc OMG it was SO good!

https://x.com/tetsarou/status/1914020097477292124?s=46&t=n4hmIld1kHnuCdEuuY2RLA

Viktor used to scoff and roll his eyes at people who claimed college had been the “best years of their lives,” and why wouldn’t he? In his first few years he had some amazing memories, sure, but if those had been the best years of his life…well he thought his life would have to be pretty disappointing.

And then he met Jayce Talis.

Jayce, who had been placed on both academic and extracurricular probation due to blowing up a lab in his early years, attempting to develop the early stages of what they now fondly call ‘Hextech.’ It just so happened that their academic advisor had thought it would be best to put him under the careful and watchful eyes of his teaching aid, one Viktor Novak, who had been in his last year of undergrad at the time.

Viktor had been vehemently against it at first, with his heavy workload he insisted had no time to look after this muscle head his advisor had saddled him with.

That thought didn’t last long of course, the moment Viktor had looked over the many pages of work that Heimerdinger had confiscated he was met with one simple fact; Jayce Talis was a genius. The research he had been working on was groundbreaking, it was inspiring, and it had the potential to help millions of people all over the world if he played his cards right. He hadn’t done that, of course, however that night Viktor had set his mind to nudging him in the right direction.

Over the remainder of the year they had set to developing Hextech as their endgame, not just academically, but for as long as they could tolerate each other’s presence. What had started out as a mere dream to Jayce, had transformed both of their lives dramatically. They had gone from strangers to friends to roommates and eventually partners, in every sense of the word.

It took them an embarrassing amount of time, and yearning on both ends, before Jinx had finally developed a scheme to get them to kiss during a drunk game of spin the bottle a few years ago. Jinx had been in one of the classes Viktor assisted with during the first year of his masters degree, and had formed an attachment to him. With her older sister being involved with Jayce’s friend Caitlyn, they had become good friends outside of the standard academic setting as well.

The kiss had been breathtaking. Years of longing and desire poured into a drunk kiss in the middle of Vi’s living room at 3am, they had received a chorus of boo’s and joking statements from their friends before they had pulled apart, becoming aware of the setting they were in. The walk home had been tense, as had the days that followed, but after a week they had had a very long and heartfelt talk about their feelings.

They had been best friends, both yearning for nearly their entire friendship, they trusted each other wholly and completely. Jayce had finally found someone who believed in his wild dreams, and Viktor a match for his academic skills, specifically one that respected him. They thought each other equals in every way.

It has now been just over two years and they were in their last years of their masters programs. Everything was going perfect for them.

That includes Jayce’s sports career.

Aside from their shared dream Jayce was also the captain of the school's rugby team, making for a very heavy load for him this time of year. Balancing practice, their dream, academics, and their relationship was no easy task, especially given how…codependent they had become.

As captain Jayce had to be at every practice, every game, no exceptions. This also meant Viktor had to be in the bleachers for nearly every practice and EVERY game, no exceptions. None of this was new to them, Viktor had been coming to these events to support Jayce since he had been able to rejoin the rugby team the sports season after he blew up the lab. At first Viktor had gone to stealthily ogle at the beautiful men on the team, Jayce included of course, but eventually it had turned into just ogling Jayce.

Jayce and his big beautiful muscles, his usually perfect hair messy from all the physical exertion, the way the sweat dripped down his face and body in the most intoxicating ways. He was a wet dream waiting to happen (and it had, eventually, happened).

When they had started having sex it was like a new door had been unlocked for the both of them. It was like Viktor had awoken parts of him he never knew existed, new kinks he’d never thought he had. Viktor had realized quickly that even things he’d previously thought he disliked were the hottest thing on earth when done by his beautiful hunk of a boyfriend.

That included his rather unorthodox superstitions, because of course Jayce had to be superstitious. Viktor didn’t believe in things like ‘good luck charms,’ could never get behind the weird things Jayce did before games or before a big presentation that the man swore up and down were the keys to his success. He tolerated them of course, helped his partner with them since he knew how much they meant to him, but he never truly believed they had any merit to them.

They weren’t all bad of course. One in particular had its perks.

Last year Jayce had somehow gotten it into his head that the key to the team’s success fell directly on Viktors shoulders…or rather between his legs. Somehow they had fucked before all but two of the rugby player’s games last season, and somehow those had been the only two the team lost. This had of course lead Jayce to the conclusion that he just had to fuck him before every game, and not just a quick fuck; that wouldn’t fulfill Jayce’s people pleasing tendencies.

That brings us to the present, where Jayce is performing his pregame ritual of making Viktor cum as many times as they can fit into their schedule before he has to head out. All while making Viktor wear his letterman jacket, the one with the name TALIS printed in big bold letters across the back.

Vikto had already cum twice today on Jayce’s beautifully long and dangerous fingers. He was currently on his back with his legs hiked up over the other’s shoulders as Jayce buried his head between Viktor’s legs.

“Fuck…Jayce please- ” Viktor moaned out, one hand gripping his partner’s hair and the other thrown over his face in an attempt to hide the pretty blush that had bloomed there.

He felt Jayce hum at him in response, his mouth suctioned around his cock in an oh so perfect way. Jayce pulled off of Viktor with a loud and wet pop, quickly replacing his mouth with one of his thumbs, and Viktor whined at the feeling of spit sticking to the skin between his legs.

“What is it V?” He could feel Jayce’s breath on his cunt, sending shivers up his spine as his partner blew cool over his dick. “You can’t be tapping out already? We usually get you to at least five before a game…we’re not even halfway there.” His words came out like he was pouting, and when the pale man raised his arm up to peek down at his partner he found he was right. The man was pouting at him.

Viktor scoffed at him, scrunching his eyebrows together in indignation.

“I am not tapping out Jayce! I am just getting impatient! ” Viktor said from his place on the bed.

“Oh?” Jayce raised a thick eyebrow at that, curiosity blanketing the deep rumble of his voice. “You wanna cum again that badly V?” A smirk overtook his tanned face as he let his thumb and pointer finger flick along his partner’s dick, sending a jolt through the older’s body.

Viktor threw his head back against the pillows at the fingers inside him sped up their motions, hitting that pleasurable spot inside of him at just the right angle.

“I wouldn’t want to disappoint…let me make it up to you.” Jayce disappeared back between the other’s legs, placing a sloppy kiss to a mark he’d left in the inside of his left thigh, coincidentally right on a mole. He pulled his fingers out with a wet squelch, pulling a disapproving whimper from Viktor, before quickly replacing them with his tongue.

Viktor’s eyes shot open wide at the new feeling, the hand not in Jayce’s hair gripping the bed sheets below him as his hips rocked up into the other’s touch.

“ Agh… Jay- Jayce oh gods-” He cut himself off with a choked moan, his partner’s fingers working over his cock faster and faster as he approached his peak.

He could quite literally feel his partner smirk and chuckle against his cunt as he retracted his tongue and pressed a kiss to his hole, quickly reinserting his fingers. His mouth didn’t stay unoccupied for long of course, coming back up to replace his fingers as he licked and sucked along his cock, pulling breathy moans and gasps from the beautiful man below him.

“I’m gon- gonna cum-!” Viktor went rigid as he felt fluid gush out of him, hearing it splatter across Jayce’s face, arms, and chest as he bucked his hips up into the other’s mouth, now working overtime to prolong his orgasm.

When he finally came down Viktor let out a low whine at the sensation of Jayce’s fingers dragging out of him, at the feeling of his hole fluttering around nothing, now empty and gaping.

Jayce gave a light hum as he let his eyes rake up over Viktor’s body, licking the cum off his fingers as his gaze lingered on the two scars peeking out from under his jacket before letting them trail up to look directly into the hazel eyes of his partner.

He thought Viktor looked so good like this, breathless and satisfied, in nothing but his jacket and compression brace. He felt a gush of slick wet his own thighs as he sat up on his knees.

“Can you turn over for me Vik? Lay on your stomach and spread your legs open for me?”

Jayce watched his partner nod, a knowing look coming over his face as he not so gracefully flipped over and adjusted himself onto the pillow below him, propping himself up on his elbows for the time being. Viktor looked over his shoulder with a smirk on his face.

“Like what you see, Talis?”

Viktor knew what he looked like, dripping and flushed from head to toe, and he especially knew how riled up it got his lover to see him like this with his last name printed across his back like a brand. He spread his legs apart ever so slightly, in a teasing way, and was met with a deep groan of appreciation from behind him.

Viktor gasped as he felt a thumb move from his dick, through his folds, and make its way up to his puckered asshole, rubbing gentle circles there as another hand groped at his ass, kneading the cheek in its palm. Appreciative kisses were placed on what he knew were moles on his thighs.

“You’re gonna ruin me Vik,” it was muffled from Jayce’s face being pressed against the skin of his legs. “Probably already have. Do you have any idea how good you look with my name on you like that?”

“Oh I have a thought or two.” Viktor’s eyes had shut at some point, the sensations overwhelming his already too sensitive body, “You’ve told me every time I wear this exactly what it does to you, how it makes you feel. Even if you didn’t I’d be able to tell by the way you can’t keep your hands off of me, hm?”

“How can you expect me to keep my hands to myself when I have the most perfect person in existence with my name draped across him?” Jayce’s head came up from where he was placing kisses against his partner’s legs, he sat back up before moving the hand down to stroke over Viktor’s slick lower lips.

Viktor’s head fell forward with a breathy gasp into his arms, broken whimpers tearing from his mouth as he lost himself in the feeling of both his holes being stimulated.

“So perfect for me Vik, taking my fingers so well.” Jayce pushed the tip of his thumb into the ring of muscle it had been circling, eliciting a whine from the older man. “You gonna come again for me baby? We’re nowhere near your record, I’m sure you can give me another.” he was met with a breathy keens in response.

“Give me your fingers again, I need them Jayce.” Viktor meant it to be stern, but it came out much more wrecked than he meant it to, who could blame him though?

“Can you ask nicely for them? That sounded an awful lot like a demand V.” Jayce said in a playful tone. He kept moving his thumb in and out of Viktor’s rim with shallow thrusts, his other hand just moving back and forth over his cock in slow, teasing strokes.

Viktor growled in annoyance at the request, he hated when Jayce did this, made him beg for what he knew they both craved just as bad as the other.

“Or you could just do as I say and fuck me with your fingers.” Viktor shifted his hips up ever so slightly and felt the way the fabric of the jacket just barely slid up his back at the motion. Jayce’s fingers all but completely retracted and he all but sobbed at the near complete loss of contact from his lover. “No, wait-”

“Ask nicely V.” Jayce scolded gently. “I’ll make you cum so good Viktor, but you gotta ask for it. Can you do that for me, ask me to make you cum on my fingers again?”

Viktor could feel the tears leak from the corners of his eyes as he pressed his lips into a thin line, thinking over his options. He knew he could make Jayce give him what he wanted, but it may take longer than he’s willing to hold out for. He wanted to cum again so bad , and he wasn’t sure it would be worth it to brat his way into this one.

With a defeated sigh Viktor let his forehead press to his forearms and let out a small “Please.”

All he earned in response was an inquisitive hum, and the complete removal of the hand on his cock. He knew he’d have to try harder to get what he wanted. He let out an exasperated sigh and squeezed his eyes shut.

“Please make me cum Jayce, please give me your fingers, let me cum on them again, I want it so bad- eUGH” Viktor was cut off by the feeling of two long thick fingers pushing into his dripping cunt, and one beautifully thick thumb pushing all the way past the rim of his ass. He felt impossibly full.

Behind him he could hear Jayce shuffling against something, could hear fabric moving against fabric, but he couldn't find it in himself to care about it with how quickly he was approaching his next orgasm. He could tell Jayce was enjoying himself too, and as if the man could read his mind he decided to let Viktor know just how much he appreciated the view, words all coming out rough and dripping with lust.

“There you go V, was that so hard? You sound so good when you beg for me, all whiny and out of breath.” Viktor was practically shaking as he let his upper body fully drop onto his arms beneath him. “So good for me Vik, always so good for me. Look at you…fuck, Viktor. All spread open on my fingers, dripping onto the bed, with my fucking name written on your back- ”

Viktor can feel himself tighten around Jayce’s fingers as he lets out another absolutely wrecked moan, the digits inside him hitting that perfect spot over and over again.

He heard a choked off groan from behind him and felt Jayce’s fingers stutter inside him for a few moments, causing Viktor to let out an indignant cry as he quickly fell back down from the peak he had just barely been headed over. He canted his hips back towards his partner and all but sobbed in relief when both of Jayce’s hands resumed their ministrations at what seemed like double the pace.

“Oh V, did I ruin your orgasm? I’m sorry.” Viktor could tell by the lilt in his voice that Jayce was most certainly not sorry in the slightest, but he really couldn’t bring himself to care when the man was speedrunning making him cum again. Every movement was intentional, poised exactly in the ways Jayce had learned he loved over the years, and it didn’t even take a minute before he was crashing over the edge, entering into his fourth orgasm of the night.

Viktor practically screamed as waves of pleasure overtook his body, every nerve he had being lit up in an almost painful way with how Jayce continued to finger him through it all. His arms grasped for hold on the sheets in a desperate attempt to ground himself until he went limp on the mattress, using the last bit of strength he had to bat away the offending hands between his legs.

“You are incorrigible, absolutely insatiable.” Viktor joked over his shoulder as he turned his head just enough to get a glimpse of the man behind him, and in return was greeted by a sight that made his mouth go completely dry.

Jayce was there, flushed and sweaty as expected, licking his fingers clean like Viktor’s cum was some kind of delicacy. The part that sent a flood of heat through him however, was the pillow he had just noticed lodged between his lover’s legs, a wet patch visible right at the apex of his thighs.

Viktor’s eyes went wide and he let his tongue out to wet his lips as he felt himself clench around nothing, excess fluid dripping out of him. He inhaled shakily as he let his gaze meet his partner’s, the man in question still licking his spend off of his now almost completely clean hand.

Jayce let out a chuckle and blushed at the new attention, climbing off the pillow and tossing it off to somewhere else on their bed. He leant his body over his partner’s and pressed kisses over his back moles while his hands glided over Viktor’s sides.

“I hope you can forgive me for making you wait a little extra for that one, I just couldn’t help myself…” Viktor felt dizzy with all the new knowledge. It was nothing new for his partner to cum from giving him pleasure, in fact he’d done it on their very first night together. The pillow was new though, in their years together he’d never seen Jayce hump a pillow before, and the sight had unfortunately reignited the fire he had just barely been able to stamp out.

Viktor let out another whine when Jayce pulled down his jacket to suck a hickey onto one of the moles that dotted over his shoulder blade.

“You want one more? I really wanna give you another, just one more please Viktor.” The paler man let out a breathy chuckle at the pleas, pretending to contemplate his answer.

“Hm I’m not sure Jayce, I think your team can win just fine with four.”

“But we always play best when I give you at least five! I haven’t even gotten my dick in you yet…” Jayce finished his sentence with a whine, his hips grinding down against Viktor’s.

Viktor let out a full laugh at that, an eye he hadn’t meant to close opening back up to find the drawer where they kept all their toys.

“Well…” Viktor let one hand move down to cover Jayce’s larger one on his hips, “since you’re asking so nicely for me, I guess I can somehow manage one more for you…for the team .” Viktor let his own hips rock back into Jayce’s, just enough to have the other whimpering into his neck where he had started to suck another bruise.

“Oh thank you baby, I’ll make you feel so good, I promise.”

“You always do…now please hurry up Talis, I am starting to feel quite, eh...empty without you.”

He felt the way Jayce frantically nodded against his back before retreating to get his strap from their toy collection. Jayce had always been good at following directions, moving with a clear sense of urgency as he put on the harness and took out a bright blue silicone toy and the small box they kept to house the hex shard it was powered with.

The dildo had three parts, two bases that were interchangeable for different activities, one that could suction onto any surface and the other for occasions like this, to provide stimulation to the wearer of it while they were fucking one another. The third part was the dildo itself, around 8 inches in length and about as thick as the smallest part of Jayce’s wrist. Veins decorated the phallic object to give a more realistic feel to it.

Jayce placed the hexshard into its compartment at the base of the dildo before attaching the stimulation end over top of it, watching for a moment as the whole thing activated and lit up.

Viktor bit his lip as he watched his partner come back over to him, eyebrows furrowed together as he took in how gorgeous his boyfriend looked.

Jayce took notice of this, of course he did, and a grin broke out on his face as his hand moved down between his legs, giving himself a few strokes. He stopped in front of Viktor, just close enough that if Viktor really wanted to he could lift himself up to take him in his mouth.

“I take it you like what you see?”

“I swear to the GODS Talis if you do not get in me right now-”

Jayce cut him off with a beautiful laugh as he gave himself a few more strokes and climbed onto the bed behind him. Taking Viktor’s thighs in each hand, he spread them apart just enough to slot himself between them. He took a moment to locate the pillow he’d previously discarded to place it under Viktor’s hips, using another one to add some extra cushion under his bad knee.

When Jayce’s hands disappeared Viktor couldn’t even voice his displeasure before he felt the head of Jayce’s dick sliding through his folds. He let out a choked off moan as he felt a hand come to rest on his lower back, teasingly moving up and down over the exposed skin as Jayce pushed the jacket up. He let out a strangled gasp as another set of fingers dipped into him to collect some of the excess fluid, no doubt to help lubricate the monster that was currently situated between Jayce’s legs.

“ Fuck I’ll never get tired of seeing you like this…all fucked out and needy for me…”

Viktor felt a pressure at his entrance and took a shaky breath as the head pushed in. Jayce continued to babble behind him, Viktor was pretty sure he wasn’t even aware he was still talking.

“Love seeing you in my clothes…my house colors…you look so good in red and gold sweetheart, wanna wrap you in it.” Jayce continued to slowly fill him up as he talked, and Viktor could barely listen. All of his attention was being stolen as he was split open on his partner, on the slight pain that was mixing in with the pleasure in just the way he liked. “-name looks so fucking good on you Viktor. ”

Jayce bottomed out as he said his lover’s name, pushing a moan out of the man below him. He stayed there for a few seconds, just watching where their hips met, before rocking his hips. He didn’t pull out, not yet, just stayed seated how he was and pushed himself deeper into his partner.

Viktor was losing his mind from it, it was simultaneously too much and not enough, being stuffed so full while also craving more.

“Jayce please move , I need you to fuck me . ”

“In just a sec…” Jayce sounded absolutely breathless, “lemme just-”

Viktor feels hands on either side of his hips lock him into a bruising grip before a pair of thumbs was spreading his cheeks apart. Even after the afternoon they’d shared, Viktor couldn’t help the blush that crept up his face at the feeling of being so exposed. Of course that didn’t stop him from unconsciously clenching and unclenching at how much he liked it.

“There we go, now I can see all of you.”

“Jayce Talis, must we go through this every- oh!” Viktor was interrupted when Jayce finally decided to move, pulling nearly all the way out and thrusting back in like his life depended on it.

Jayce set a relaxed pace, choosing to focus more on the force of his thrusts, every one making moans spill from Viktor’s mouth. His hands were the only thing keeping Viktor from being fucked into the headboard, pressing his hips down into the pillow beneath him so that he couldn’t even move if he wanted to.

Viktor wailed as the head of the dildo brushed across that oh so perfect spot inside of him and felt the hands grow impossibly tighter around him as his partner started aiming to stimulate it with every thrust. His fifth orgasm of the night was quickly approaching, the pressure building in his gut increasing as more filthy words of praise made their way past Jayce’s lips.

“Never get use to this sight- hah, you stuffed full like this, dripping wet for me- oh fuck.” Jayce sped up his thrusts, letting one of his hands leave Viktor’s ass to catch himself as he let his upper body fall forward, he was close enough now that Viktor could feel his body heat, could feel his hot breath on his neck as he panted over him.

Viktor let out a high pitched whimper at the change in position, using the little strength he had to turn his upper body just enough to make eye contact with Jayce. Desperate pants fell from Viktor’s mouth as he took in how hot he looked. His hair had started to stick to his forehead, his lips were kiss swollen and parts of his lower face were still shiny from when he had made him squirt. Jayce never wiped his face off after going down on him during these sessions, said he liked being covered in Viktor’s cum. The first time he’d said that it had triggered another three rounds, making him almost an hour late for team warmups, and just barely giving him enough time to properly prepare for the match (they won by a landslide).

The thought alone triggers another rush of fluids from his body and he sees the way Jayce’s eyes snap down to his cunt, his eyes darkening and a grin spreading over his face as he no doubt notices the added wetness.

“That feel good Vik? God you’re so worked up today, so needy for me…you like being reminded you’re mine?” Viktor squeezed his eyes shut and let out a shaky breath he hadn’t even realized he was holding. “Hey none of that,” the hand Jayce had previously been using to support himself gripped onto Viktor’s Jaw, “open your eyes for me Vik…that’s it.” (damn)

Viktor forced his eyes open to stare back into Jayce’s molten gold ones.

“Look so good, mmh , when you cry V.”

Was he crying again? Viktor let one of his hands come up to touch his cheek, and sure enough, his fingers came back wet.

“Can’t help it, Oh! Feels so good Jayce- fu- oh fuck.” He sounded wrecked, completely and totally wrecked. Viktor’s words were slurring together and he couldn’t keep the high pitched whine from slipping past his lips as the finger circling his ass pushed back in.

“C-close… I’m so close- Jayce!”

“I know Viktor, let go for me. Want you to hah cum on me. You sound so pretty when you cum Vik.” Jayce finished his sentence off with a sharp bite to his partner’s shoulder and Viktor came on the spot.

Everything went white and Viktor felt himself shake with the force of his orgasm. A broken scream tore its way out of him as fluid sprayed out of him onto Jayce’s thighs and lower body, completely soaking the sheets, exceedingly wet squelching being heard from the new addition of fluid between their bodies.

And then Viktor went limp on the bed as the world around him went dark. Everything felt fuzzy; his mind, his body, just everything. Where was he? Wasn’t Jayce here just a second ago?

“-iktor? Come back to me V.”

Viktor’s eyes blinked open, when he shut them he didn’t know, and he took a moment to take in his surroundings. He was on his back now, with a hand combing through his hair and one massaging out the knot he knew was forming in his thigh.

“Hey there…welcome back.”

“Mmh…did I pass out?” One of Viktor’s hands came up to rub the dried tears from his face.

“You did, but you squirted again first.” Jayce said it with a proud grin on his face. “I already got you all cleaned up…well mostly. I couldn’t change the sheets with you on them.”

Viktor hummed in acknowledgement as he finally felt the dampness of the fabric below him.

“Thank you Jayce, I appreciate it…did you..?” The question didn’t need to be finished, Jayce knew what he was asking, and it was clear based on the dusting of pink that covered his tan cheeks.

“Uh yeah…heh…” The hand that Jayce had previously been combing through Viktor’s hair came up to scratch the back of his own neck, “I came, like right after you did actually. You underestimate how much I like getting you off.”

Viktor let out a tired chuckle at his partner’s shyness and moved to stretch out his spine, wincing at the pops it let out.

“Well,” he made a move to sit up on his elbows, “then I do hope this concludes your pregame ritual, no? You have everything in order to play to your highest capabilities and win without a shadow of a doubt.”

Jayce stared down at him lovingly, leaning in only to place a gentle kiss against the side of his head.

“I do yeah, all thanks to my absolutely perfect good luck charm.”

“Yes, well your good luck charm will be showering now, and you should throw this jacket in the wash. It reeks.”

Jayce lets out a laugh as Viktor shrugs off the clothing and lets it fall to the bed with a soft thud. The two make their way off the bed, locating Viktor’s cane and moving on to their respective pre-game/post-sex activities, knowing they will see each other again soon enough when Viktor arrives to watch Jayce reep the rewards of their coitus in the form of a landslide win.

A/N: I plan to write a part of this set years in the future where Jayce is disabled, they're married, etc. It's in my head already, but don't expect it soon bc I'm busy af. If there's anything about this fic yall have genuine criticisms of please feel free to let me know, I'm willing to listen if I accidently wrote something weird or missed any tags! Hope yall enjoy otherwise bc I was SO nervous to post this. BIG thank you to all my moots and friends who encouraged me with this, and hyped me up for it!! Specifically justmØØny on twitter for editing it and finding several places I forgot to capitalize letters!!

#jayvik #jayce x viktor #jayce talis #viktor #alternate universe #modern au #college au #trans viktor #arcane #jayvik smut #smut

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idktiredzz · 6 months ago

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My beloved Viktor. Put me with the hexstrap and him and one of us is going to be pregnant and it ain't going to be me

#jayvik #arcane #viktor arcane #roblox #roblox spraypaint #art

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powerbottomvik · 23 days ago

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gettin' knotty

by powerbottomvik Viktor/Jayce ✦ explicit ✦ one-shot ✦ 2.5k

“Are you sure this is safe?” Jayce asks, eyeing Viktor’s naked form in front of him. The man is flushed red, head to toe. His scent is heady and intoxicating, begging to bed his omega. The hormone therapy has done an incredible job of turning Viktor from an omega to an Alpha, there’s just one thing that didn’t happen. According to their research, Viktor should’ve grown a cock. However, there’s been no changes to his genitals. Thankfully, they’re inventors who work with magic. Thus, the hexstrap was born. “Of course not.” Viktor replies through heavy breaths. His rut is next week and he knows he’ll use the prototype then if it’s ready or not. They have to do a test run while he has his mind in the right space should something go wrong. The harness is already on his body, the glowing blue cock resting against his clit. A tube extends from the strap into Viktor’s cunt, a conduit for him to feel the sensations and for the cock to react to his hormone levels. “Maybe we should–” Viktor holds a finger up to Jayce’s lips. “Jayce Talis, I am going to knot you today if it’s the last thing I do.”

Trans-Alpha Viktor uses the hexstrap to knot trans-omega Jayce

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savi0rr · 5 months ago

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i just wanted to say happy birthday to my GLORIOUS KING VIKTOR 🙏🙏

once i get on my him..we’re gonna ###### then im gonna ##### using the hexstrap then ######## until he’s crying ####### and then #### and when #### then we add Jayce ###### 😍😍😍🥰🥰🥰🥰😘😘😘😘😊😊😊💕💕💕

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sweetangle8 · 5 months ago

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I think I’m proud to say in one more change my mind. I’m proud to be an auron heater. I don’t like that man. He pisses me off a lot. Am I just being pissy because I wanna bend him over and i used hexstrap maybe

#yuurivoice #yuurivoice auron #yuurivoice listener #yuurivoice headcanons

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kaz-dekadent · 1 month ago

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Hello, I would like to know if I can request a pt.3 to mind reader, where Viktor is using his hexstrap to pleasure the reader? (I like to think if Viktor uses the hexstrap it becomes a full functioning organ attached to Viktor) Also note you do not have to do this request if you are uncomfortable with it, I will not take offence if you do not want to write this request! (I am just horny and want ftm Viktor doming me [the reader] to rearrange my guts, since there is not/barely any fics out there that does this.)

the mind destroyer (the mind reader pt.3)

s2 viktor x male reader

cw: dom!viktor, pegging (reader receiving), blowjob (reader receiving), viktor has a hexpussy, fucking in nature, jayvik undertones, size difference (bigger reader), vik accidentally calls the reader jayce, glorious overstimulation (reader receiving)

summary: you find an invention from your Herald’s past and he shows you, how he had used it back then.

note: here’s the fic, anon !! i love how this series progresses like some gradient from sub to dom vik

part 1 part 2

You picked the berry from your bush and threw it in the basket. Blue, spherical fruit were gleaming in the sun. You picked some more from between its leaves and something blinked before your eyes. A blue thing.

There was no trash in the commune. You picked the object up. Bit was belts and a base with a slick shaft attached.

What was its purpose?

You heard his elegant footsteps and felt how you’re getting hard. Like a Pavlov’s dog, perhaps.

“Oh, this?” The Herald looked over your shoulder. “My invention from the old times. We called it the hexstrap.”

“The hexstrap?” you repeated, tasting the sounds of the word.

“Exactly, Y/N. I want you to let me show you how I have used it in the past. I will allow you to punish me later for the yesterday’s incident.” He smiled

And you wanted to know what this thing was doing in your berry bush.

“About this we will think afterward. Now follow me.” He commanded.

So you followed him, taking your berry basket with you. As you passed the greenhouse, you took a step towards it, but the Herald grabbed your collar, slightly lifting you down to his height.

“This is not the place I’m taking you to.”

Instead, he walked you to the stream in the middle of commune’s meadow. Sun made the yellow flowers even more of their color.

“Undress.” The Herald commanded with his soft voice.

You looked around yourself. These was not a single soul in where your eye could reach. But the trail, winding and available for everyone to walk through was giving you doubt. The Herald grabbed your collar making you bow down to his height. You became stone hard for certain.

“Did I express unclearly?”

You lifted your brow. He knew what your concerns were, he was reading your mind.

“I will make them not notice. Undress.”

“Yes, my Herald.”

You took off your shirt, then pants and underwear. Viktor examined you, glancing up, then down where you don’t look. So exposed and vulnerable before him.

Viktor shifted a bit, holding his staff. He smiled proudly and took out his hand.

“Now lay down for me. Face down, backside up.”

You laid down that way, your cheek getting scratched by the ground. The Herald took a washcloth off a laundry string. Water filled rag’s inbetweens and Viktor came up to you. He kneeled before your backside and you felt wetness on your hole. Slow strokes were cleaning you up, close, but too far from your sensitive spot. And Viktor knew perfectly what he was doing. Slowly touching you with the cloth, deliberately avoiding your prostate.

“Please, my Herald...” You whispered.

The Herald kneeled close to you and bent down to your face. “I am listening. What are you asking me for?”

“Please, let me change positions. I want to see your glory.”

He stood up proudly and watched, holding his staff, as you change your position into laying on your back. The Herald moved between your open legs, then lifted up his blanket cape, putting the folds behind himself. A drop of purple slick leaked from his pussy onto his thigh.

He kneeled before you. The strap embraced his hips, and he clicked the buckles on precisely, like he had done it a billion times before.

You felt his eyes on you, and even if he didn’t put a finger on you yet, your length twitched.

The strap’s width was probably a quarter of Heralds waist. But compared for you, it was takeable. Viktor stroked your stomach with his finger, and you shivered from the metal cold. He looked at you studiously.

He put one finger inside you and you hissed, despite his whole body, including fingers being so tiny. He hushed.

You hissed again, feeling the strap hitting your skin. The Herald took three of your fingers in his hand. He thrusted it inside you, and you bit your lower lip, not to be heard by the commune members.

“I understand. It was difficult for me to adjust to its size too.” He comforted you, and stroked your hand with his slender, purple thumb.

The strap stretched you out so hard you were certain that it’s going to break you in half. You let out a breath. Fuck. You just started and already got broken.

“I’m only quarter of its length inside you.” The herald arched his brow. “Do you wish to stop?”

“No, my Herald. Please, don’t stop. Please…” You whined, as he lightly shifted inside you.

“Good boy, Jayce.”

“Excuse me?’

“Oh, forgive me.” He smiled with faux innocence. “You resemble him a lot, Y/N.”

Viktor giggled, putting his hands on your waist. While yours could encircle him completely, he could only cover a small bit of it.

He thrusted again and you closed your eyes. Your chest was rising, falling and rising again, as you choked on your own air. Whatever material he made this strap of, it was not a cheap material. The Herald tapped on your skin, where he was holding your waist.

“Open your eyes.”

You obeyed. And you saw his tiny figure towering over you, as his face was giving you an approving look. Herald’s multicolor eyes were slightly narrow, like always, but now pierced you deeper than his invention. You could easily take him off yourself, but you didn’t want to end it.

The Herald put one of his fingers in your mouth. His skin tasted of fruit. You swallowed his finger in all its smoothness, suppressing your moan. He filled your mouth with another finger, refined and cold like platinum.

He thrusted again, at the same time opening his fingers and by it, your mouth. You groaned, unable to suppress it.

You looked up, then on the side where the path was. Ready to grab your clothes and run away from the commune.

As he took out his fingers out of your mouth, he kissed them along with your spit.

You let yourself study his figure a bit, certain that something in him changed. Yes, the strap. The strap and its belts now seemed grown into Viktor’s petite, purple pelvis. Its color changed to the same shade of gold that the ornaments in his chest had.

“They don’t hear you, so I see no reason for your suppression.”

After saying it, Viktor leaned down. Your breath touched his face, but yours was devoid of his air. His facade came so close to yours, only centimeters preventing your lips from brushing each other. He subtly opened his mouth, as if he was getting ready. Only his blanket cape hindered your skin from touching his. The strap pierced deeper into you and you let the Herald watch as your eyes travel up your sockets. He gave you an approving look.

This was the last thing you saw before your vision going blank.

The strap was slowly leaving your hole, and you felt how much it stretched you out. The air you were left with made you ache.

You were empty.

Now, the only things that existed were the air and the strap alternately filling you up and leaving you broken. And the feel of Herald’s divine touch on your skin. You got tiny bits but yearned for more.

Your cock, your neglected cock craved the contact. With his mouth in the best of timelines. You whined, because it was the only way of begging he left you with. An electrocute ran from your spine down your pelvis.

Oh, you were almost there. All filled, cracked up almost to the point of fragmenting. About to spill out. And then you felt coldness. The Herald left your hole.

You mewled, almost cried.

“Eyes on me.” Viktor ordered.

You did. But your eyelids remained in a nonstop flicker.

He lowered his face down to your crotch, and opened his loving mouth. His mind reading abilities were never a greater blessing than now, when unordered, he took his glossy lips close to you. He started by kissing your tip, and at the same time your eyes and his harmonized. His lips wrapped around your tip. You moaned, feeling his metallic tongue and wet saliva on the most sensitive parts of your skin.

The Herald moaned uncontrollably as his warm mouth engulfed your length deeper. His tongue danced around you, the metal caressing your sensitive spots so hard you twitched. He held your hips with agile, purple fingers.

“Fuck.”

“Hm?” Viktor looked you in the eye, as he dove deeper with a choking sound. Your body started uncontrollably shaking, but he sucked on you like nothing was happening.

Even with a cock deep in his throat, the Herald could not lose his holy graciousness.

But you knew you were about to spill.

Viktor swung his tongue so close to your base. Eyes studying as you fragmented, mouth wrapped around you like a ring, your length bulging in his throat.

You spilled, letting out a moan you were to wrecked to repress. The Herald swallowed, letting you feel his throat moving. Elegantly gagging, he closed his eyes.

He sucked out all your thought, drying you into oblivion.

You didn’t know how much time he was sucking out your essence, but after he stopped, he tapped on your hip. Your eyes opened. The Herald was so beautiful, sitting between your open legs, in grasses, looking at you with a challenger’s pride. Wind was caressing his hair. His own drool stained his godly face, with a drop falling into the soil.

Viktor unbuckled his blanket cape and opened the pieces of the fabric, showing himself to you. Shaft of his strap hid inside. The grass beside you rustled, as he moved beside you, then covered you with the blanket. Dark blue fabric smelled of him, of flowers, metal and fruit.

The Herald joined you under the blanket. He laid beside you, with his head on your chest, soft long hair tickling your skin. Your body shivered from his cold. You felt how small he was in comparison, and the way he curled up accentuated it.

“My favorite.” He snuggled closer.

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