Part 2 of my current Top Tier list of jayvik fanfic bangers that I am so grateful exist. These authors and their contributions are incredible and inspiring and we should all say THANK YOU!!!!
AU
Cleansing of the Temple by Snoelled
Uncomfortable, but thrilling, blasphemous yet divine.
Coming Home (But Not to You) by queercatfan
THE professors fic. A gem in the Jayvik nation’s crown. A warm hug. A hot cup of tea for cold hands.
Blood and Blue Diamonds by Tlon
Detectives. Partners. Plot. An absolute joyride.
origin of sickness by whiskeyuncle
More professors. But Viktor is gloriously freaky.
SPICY
Personal Lies by MarionetteFtHJM
Jayce squirms. Viktor leads. This is my jam.
Didn't Even Haggle by clockheartedcrocodile
Hell yeah. More Viktor in control.
Burden in my hand by MGCraig
Two Jayce, one Viktor. Delightful debauchery.
deeper glens. by PineAndPetrichor
Lovely in it's descriptiveness.
High-Viscosity by capyshota
Modern AU setting plumber trope, but like, done really well and so fun.
testing a theory by WhoTheBuckIsStucky
Viktor as a wonderfully wicked mentor.
to be continued...
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Jayce and Viktor are finally reunited, and begin surveying the damage.
To Chain a God - Chapter 18
Summary: After Viktor and Jayce are dragged back to Runeterra by a force outside of their control, a recovering Piltover faces a new challenge: how do you imprison a god? Viktor has surrendered himself to the people’s justice, but is still the Machine Herald in form and function, mechanical monster and boundless font of arcane power. Jayce is the only one who can see him as the man he was before, but he is also the only one who can answer to the other Councilors’ demands.
Jayce Talis was made famous for harnessing magic with technology. Now, he's being called upon to bind the god his work created, all while protecting him from the forces that would exploit him.
Chapter Teaser: Instead, his attention hung on the crumpled form of Viktor. His limbs stuttered when he moved, as if malfunctioning. As Jayce approached, Viktor lifted his head, his eye hazy and unfocused. He moaned faintly, a soft metallic grind, a release of tension that he had been holding within.
Jayce knelt before him carefully, worried that he would startle him by moving too quickly. Viktor had to crawl backwards, so that his hands were no longer wrenched behind him by the chains. Once he had, though, he reached out fearfully, pawing at Jayce’s chest and shoulders with his shaking fingers. It was as if he believed that Jayce might disappear if not anchored down.
“You are here,” Viktor murmured, slowly calming. He lifted Jayce’s face between his hands, leaning in with a startling hunger. He rested the cool surface of his brow against Jayce’s forehead, pushing like he wanted to nuzzle him, to kiss him, but was cruelly limited by his form. It was too intimate. Too real.
Jayce shivered, knowing that the Wardens were watching. Even so, Jayce couldn’t bear to turn him away. How could he, when Viktor acted like this?
⚙ Tension 18+
⚙ Touch
⚙ The Edge of Oblivion 18+
⚙ In Your Arms 18+
⚙ Stay With Me 18+
⚙ Freefall 18+
⚙ Moonlight
⚙ Stardust 18+
⚙ Focus
⚙ Equilibrium
⚙ Oasis (chaptered, ongoing) 18+
One Shots
⚙ Playing With Fire 18+
⚙ Magnum Opus 18+
⚙ Riptide 18+
Pre-rework Divorce Era (Machine Herald only)
⚙ The Pulse of the Machine (chaptered, complete) 18+
⚙ Dream of You (now a trilogy, complete) 18+
⚙ Hate Me if it Helps
⚙ My Wicked 18+
⚙ The Dead of Night
⚙ Stolen Moments, Borrowed Time
I was walking through the toy aisle at Target when I found this thing and had a VIOLENT AND IMMEDIATE FLASHBACK to when JP first came out and they had a bunch of REALLY COOL T Rex toys that I would have sold one of my scrawny small-child limbs for but my mother wouldn’t get me one because they were “too violent and also ate people” :(
on closer inspection, it makes a lot of really obnoxious noises and is also Too Expensive. BUT FEAR NOT I found this slightly smaller dude wedged in the back!
IT HAS BITE ACTION, AND THAT’S THE ONLY THING THAT MATTERS
update update: I re-sized her collar and found a bag of toy bones at the craft store. I haven’t put this much effort into a non-school thing since my last job search, help
sorry I had to take a sip of water a year and a half ahem ah yes like I was saying rough day chapter 20 will be posted on Sunday March 12 2023 at 9pm est thank you
Ok, I'm sure you're already writing something with Red, Ghost and Soap, BUT in that public smut you wrote... she somewhat flirted back / agreed to Soap with his offer to cuddle. I wonder if Ghost was murmuring some stuff (while balls deep) to arouse her further about inviting Soap... like along the lines of having Soap open her up, so she can take his {Ghost} larger member etc. Is that what the giggle was about? And morning after now that Soap has suspicions confirmed about Ghost and Red... can he be chill? Will he be chill if he got an invite? Anyway, musings in anonymous.
A/N: Simon Ghost Riley x F!Reader. Mentions of anal. Smut. A dash of soap. Parallel to subtle.
“Cuddle with Soap?”
“Cuddle” is full of grit. Ghost spits it out like a dirty word as if allowing Johnny to hold you would have been akin to anal sex.
You palm his cheek, thumb digging under the edge of his mask. His cock is inside you, thick and searing. He drives forward in long, sharp strokes. “You know - oh fuck - you know I wasn’t - wasn’t going to.”
“Do I?” he rumbles, lying flat on top of you, hips rolling between your spread thighs, insistent.
It’s raining outside the safe house. A full, swollen storm pelting against the one window. The trees are swimming together, branches and dead leaves making music. Price is out front on watch. The others are asleep in the corner and Ghost had reached for you in the dark.
“We can’t.”
“The storm’s too loud. No one’ll hear.”
"I don't think-"
"I need you, Duchess."
He braces his weight, his eyes glinting in the holes of his mask as he appraises you. You clutch at him, holding tight even though he’s got you pinned. You can smell him every time you bury your nose in his soft sweatshirt: a lit tobacco pipe in the rain. He rocks forward and rows back at a consistent rhythm, soaking in the warm, slick clutch of your sex. He might do this until morning, until dawn slinks gem-red over the room. He’s tried it before. He’s succeeded.
You should have been a porn star with that stamina. I need a wheelchair.
If you think that will get you out of training, think again, Red.
No matter how subtly he fucks you, he’s still heavy, his cock so big that every plunge aches like an old burn. He punches the breath from your lungs, his bare hand finding purchase over your mouth when you whimper or grunt. The pleasure is debilitating. He blankets you, holding you down, stabbing deep, but careful not to make any noise that could awaken the others.
You’re so wet that you hope the shift and graze of his pants, his boots creaking on the floor is enough to mute the crude song of him claiming your pussy.
“We could ask him to join, hmm?” He nuzzles his covered nose along your jaw. “Should I have him stick his prick in you, open you up for me?”
You clench. It’s totally not your fault, but you lock up, choke his cock. “Shit,” you whisper as he sinks deeper and groans against your throat.
“Dirty girl,” He grasps your hip, squeezes until it’ll bruise, which you wouldn’t mind. You love the marks he leaves on your skin since he’s so careful about publicizing his desire for you outside of these moments. “You fuckin’ liked that.”
His tone is etched with slight bitterness.
“I didn’t,” you murmur, but his dark eyes glisten like seal skin, they’re full of a longing that pinches your nipples - your spine - every branch of nerves. You feel so on display. The attraction for Soap can’t be helped. He’s gorgeous and hilarious, ripples like a white-yellow sun. He’s flirtatious and thrilling and you have the gut feeling that Soap eats pussy with an unreal enthusiasm.
He’s not Ghost, though.
He’s not Simon.
He peers down at you, the weight of him in your cunt swelling and pulsing. You’re stretched to your limit, your knees clamped against his muscular torso. The fabric of his under armor is silky against your bare skin. He’s staring so intently that you feel awkward - nervous as hell.
You giggle. A reflex.
No. No. I don’t want to get dicked down by Johnny.
“Liar,” Ghost finally accuses as he grinds his pelvis into your clit. You arch, nails stabbing into the nape of his neck. You can feel the strain in his tendons, the bunching of his shoulder blades. He’s balls deep, crushing your body but keeping his hand firmly planted beneath your head to protect it.
“I’d-I’d only let him if you were there,” you confess. “Inside me…fuck…holding me while-“
“Inside you?” Ghost rumbles. “You want Johnny to fill somewhere else, then?” He slides one broad hand beneath your ass, lifting your hips and thrusting down so sharply you choke. “Could you handle it, love?”
He’s in your lungs. Your guts. He’s embedded in your nervous system and you can’t remember human language.
“Shit,” you hiss.
“Aw,” he murmurs, audibly impressed with himself. “That’s my girl.”
You bite your lip, eyes rolling back when he delivers another deliberate stroke, his length drags through your walls, ridged and colossal. It hurts just the right amount.
“I could handle it,” you answer hoarsely. “You know I could.”
You tug him down to press your lips to the skull’s teeth, desperate to kiss him, but no that you can’t right here, right now. Ghost goes easily, allowing you to manhandle him. That’s the thing about Simon. He can toss you around, lift you against a wall and fuck you dumb, but he’s always ready to be delicate or subservient when you need him to be.
Your head falls back as you blink up at him, offer him a pointed flutter of your lashes. Ghost actually stiffens, grows harder, massive thighs forcing your knees apart. “Don’t you look at me with those bloody fuckin’ eyes,” he husks. “Tryin’ to distract me.”
“We were talking threesomes, Simon.”
“If you think I’m gonna let that cunt taste you tonight-“
“Tonight?” you echo. “So then tomorrow?”
He pauses, dropping his head and shaking it. He laughs softly. “You’re impossible.”
“You love it.”
“You’re a pain in my arse.”
“You are in mine.”
“I’m not in there yet,” he mutters as he slides one leather-covered finger along the crease of your ass. “But we’ve got a long time ‘til morning.”
You smirk, contracting your lower muscles until his pace stutters.
“Fuck, Duchess.”
“You’d break me if you tried that.”
“Nah,” he assures you, circling his pelvis before pushing further as if he could hit your womb. His mouth is right against your ear. “You know how good I’d make it, yeah? Use my fingers…my tongue…until you’re so fuckin’ ready-“
“Mmm maybe Soap can help. Double-team, yah know?”
His fist slams against the floor. There’s a snarl behind his mask.
“Okay, okay,” you soothe him, petting his burly shoulders. You press a soft kiss to his covered cheek before you lie back and let him continue. “No more Johnny talk.”
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