Warnings: SFW. Some characters are written as x reader where they’re implied to be sharing a bed/in a relationship. Jinx’s bit has a mentally unwell sort of vibe that could be interpreted as suicidal ideation.
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 Sevika:
Before you even get the chance to be scared, Sevika stirs and mumbles a bit, groggily sits up, and fully fires away in the direction of the noise blasting that corner of the room to holy hell. Then she collapses back down and promptly resumes snoring.
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 Vi:
You hear a sort of scratching noise and both of you wake up, but you don’t really gaf. Vi, on the other hand, springs into action and is all “Babe, get behind me, I’ll kick its ass,” etc. She tiptoes off to investigate and you’re all like “Babe its fine it was probably the wind I’m not even scared just come back to bed” and she’s like “NO! I will protect you” and it ends up being like a single emaciated rat in the garbage.
“Wow babe I’m so glad you were here to protect me from such a terrifying apex predator, that could’ve gotten ugly quick.”
“Can it, sleeping beauty.”
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 Mel:
This absolute princess is a really light sleeper, so she’s immediately up. But she doesn’t wanna wake you, so she ignores it. Then it happens again and she wakes you up gently and is all like “Darling? Would you check that out for me? The sound has just been persisting and I’m a bit nervous.” So you go and it’s nothing to worry about and she’s apologetic and you’re all “no worries love, better safe than sorry.” And she has you give her back scratches. Cause she’s a sensitive artist type and needs to chill out so she can go back to sleep.
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 Jayce:
Hears nothing, sleeps through it. He snores loud like a middle aged father in an armchair.
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 Viktor:
Viktor is probably up anyways, couldn’t sleep. He’s posted up at his desk reading by candlelight or reviewing notes/drafting something sciencey. He studies in silence so he hears it, assesses, and realizes its not a threat. Decides it’s not worth investigating unless it persists and becomes annoying.
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 Caitlyn:
I would say that Caitlyn sleeps through it because she’s lived a charmed life, but on second thought the Jinx shower kidnapping thing would probably give her a bit of a paranoid edge, especially regarding home invasions. In a sleepy daze, she reaches into the bedside drawer, grabs the glock, and tucks it in bed with her like a teddy bear. Also I think she goes to bed listening to NPR or some niche history podcast.
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 Jinx:
Her eyes open wide immediately, and the knee-jerk fear response gets her heart pumping. As we know, her stress reactions are a little inconsistent and she seeks out conflict, doesn’t like to let things rest. I think it would somehow excite her and she would sit up in bed, pick at her cuticles or play with a nearby weapon/gadget as she waits for either death or a brawl. Or she might seek out the source for violence purposes depending on what she’s feeling in the moment. Diva is combative. Actually, I take it back I think she would always go out and investigate every little bump in the night — one of the many reasons her sleep cycle is so inconsistent. She’d tear through all her belongings searching for it. There’d be audible crashes and she’d make a huge mess of her room. It’d drive her up the wall if she couldn’t find it. Until something distracted her enough to get her to return to bed.
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 Isha:
Isha wakes up and immediately thinks monster under the bed? She dangles a shoelace or a sock over the edge of the bed to see if the monster bites, cause she’s a smart kid. Nothing does and she tiptoes over to Jinx’s area (cautious and stepping lightly because you can never be too careful with these under-the-bed-monsters) and wakes her up by tugging gently on her braid. She points furiously to the closet and Jinx makes a big show of investigating every nook and cranny. She’s saying something like “Hereee furry monster. Pssst pssst… Come out come out wherever you are, ugly.” She sets up “monster booby traps” with bits and bobs and trinkets. “No scaly ne’erdowell is getting past the Fang Destroyer 5000, I can tell you that much.”
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 Ekko:
Ekko sleeps like the dead. And he wears headphones to bed and listens to metal and noisecore. He didn’t hear a damn thing. There could be a majorette kickline complete with a marching band drum sequence making its way through the tree and trust he would remain slumbered up. Snoozepilled to the max.
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 Heimerdinger:
He’s def got a white noise machine or he listens to whale sounds to get to bed. Yordles have excellent hearing though so he probably woke up immediately. Idk how this fits with actual lore but I feel like yordles would have prey instincts. Something tells me Heimerdinger burrows deeper in his blanket like he’s having a predator fight or flight response. And he’s like. Trembling involuntarily. However, he is a man of science, so he talks himself through it. “’Tis but a shifting floorboard! Perhaps some rowdy vermin. Nothing to obsess over — the likely scenario is that I am safe in my home, and should go back to sleep. I must get my rest so I can approach the morning with a healthy body and a fresh mind!”
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 Ambessa:
Ambessa hears it cause she’s got ears like a hawk (do hawks have ears…?) but she goes back to bed because she’s got people to handle that. And if someone surprise attacks her she can definitely take them in her sleep.
pairing: jayce talis x fem!reader
word count: 770
tags: mdni, nsfw, smut, breeding kink.
“oh fuck,” you squirmed, thighs tightening around jayce’s head as he buried his face against your pussy. his tongue lapped through your folds, nose bumping against your swollen clit that ached for attention.
fingers tugged his hair, longer and tousled these days—easier to grab so you could grind yourself onto his lips. he ate you out like a starved man, tongue delving into your cunt that swallowed it greedily.
“don’t stop, jayce,” you cried, back arching as you saw stars.
he’d been making you into a meal for ten minutes now, your body so close to meeting the climax you desperately wanted. a few more licks. please, gods—
“jayce,” you whined, propping yourself up on your elbows as you stared at your lover. his beard coated in your juices.
he chuckled, wiping the back of his hand over his mouth before crawling forward. he hovered over you, leaning down and attacking your neck with heady open-mouthed kisses, “be patient,” he cooed into your ear, one hand holding him above you and the other slipping between your legs that spread open willingly, “i want to feel you cum around my cock.”
you whimpered as he pushed two fingers into your heat, scissoring and curling to stretch you.
“don’t tease me,” you breathed, head tilting back as he sucked a hickey onto your skin, “fuck me, jayce. please.”
“needy girl,” he murmured, thrusting both fingers into your squelching cunt, “you want me to fuck you that bad?”
you answered with a filthy moan, his name rolling from your tongue as you fucked yourself on his fingers. the feeling of your climax was rising, and you needed this—gods, you needed him inside you. needed to be filled and fucked like the good girl you were.
just as you parted your lips to beg, his fingers retracted, and his cock filled you with one quick forward snap of his hips. the stretch was big, a feeling that sent pleasure coursing through your body as your arms wrapped around his shoulders and pulled him flush against you.
jayce growled against your neck, his breath warm on your skin as he heaved out rugged breaths with each movement. he fucked you hard and good at a relentless pace that echoed the sounds of skin slapping skin with each thrust.
“god, you’re so fucking sexy,” he breathed, choking on a moan, “so beautiful. you take my cock so well like it was meant for you—“
your nails scratched into his shoulders, leaving red lines in their wake as you dug into his flesh. you whined into his ear, legs wrapping around his hips.
“i want to fill you up so bad,” he gasped, pulling back to look into your eyes, “want you to take my cum. want to breed you.”
your stomach tightened, toes curling as you whimpered, “i want it.” you begged, fingers back in his hair, “please, jayce, i want it so bad.”
“yeah?” he huffed, a cocky grin on his lips, “you want me to fill you up and fuck you until your belly is big and swollen?” he rested his forehead against yours, face twisted in concentration as he held back his orgasm as best he could, “gonna’ keep my cock inside so you take it all. fuck, baby, i want to fill you up nice and deep so bad. let me, please—”
“ah—,” you mewled in a daze, heels digging into his ass as you guided his hips to keep fucking you. you could feel that he was close, apparent in the way his hips began to stutter, losing the rhythm of his movement, “cum inside, please.”
“shit,” he groaned, one final thrust pushing his cock deep inside you as his release hit in unison with yours, “fuck, milk me, you greedy little thing. let me breed you—oh, gods.”
you moaned as he gave a few final thrusts, weaker but working to push his release deep inside you. your bodies moved together, clinging to each other for dear life as your orgasms flooded your senses.
as you both relaxed, jayce waited a few minutes until his cock softened, and he pulled himself out, lowering himself until his lips met with your stomach. two fingers reached your cunt, pushing inside his cum that spilled out—not wanting it to go to waste.
“you did so good,” he praised, smirking against your tummy as he peppered you with kisses, “do you think you can take more?”
you put your arms over your face, hips twitching as he fucked his cum into you, “yes.” you whimpered, and you knew by morning you’d be full and bred.
Jayce Dating Someone from the Undercity • Headcanon
(Gif not mine)
Request: i would like to request jayce x fem reader headcanons with a reader who is from the undercity. -- anon
Warnings: mention of undercity judgment/bigots, mentions of scars, general anxiety, still very very cute
A.N: JAYCE!!!! 😫😫😫😫😫😫 I love him so much, I hope you all enjoy!
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You never thought you would end up with someone like Jayce Talis. Piltover’s Golden Boy. The Man of Progress. An easily excitable man with just the biggest heart. No, you never thought you’d ever be this lucky
At first you thought he was just some privileged top sider; pretty on the outside, ugly in the inside. But Jayce wears his big heart on his sleeve. Within moments of interacting with him it was revealed to you that he was a caring individual with dreams of helping people in need. He wanted peace and prosperity for all
No matter how hard he tries, Jayce will never understand what life was like in the murky depths of the Undercity. You had friends you considered as family growing up, of course; that was the sliver of happiness you were lucky enough to have. But even then life was tough
The constant fear of something lurking behind you (or hanging above you) was one you couldn't shake even after years of living top side with Jayce. The need to check over your shoulder when strolling through the streets of Piltover and the frantic obsession with double--no, triple--checking the locks in your apartment was a necessity that was buried deep within your soul
(When you first started dating you felt immensely embarrassed by the mannerisms the Undercity ingrained into you. It took a couple dates before Jayce asked you in a hushed voice if you were being followed by a chem-baron or some other adjacent criminal. At that point you knew you had to sit him down and explain everything)
Jayce is ever so patient when it comes to you. While in the lab he wants answers and results for whatever he's tinkering with, with you he feels as if he can sit and wait forever. If you ever need to talk he’s all ears
He never made you feel stupid or insane for your habits, not even when you first told him about how you were raised. Jayce was so patient as you told him with tears in your eyes that no amount of time top side would stop the gnawing anxiety your childhood gave you. He held your hands and wiped the tears away as they ran down your cheeks. You almost made him cry, golden eyes filled to the brim with tears making them look like liquid sunlight
That's when you really knew you loved him completely, and that he had loved you too. That was your Jayce, a man who wanted to understand you and have you know every second that he had your back
Despite your differences, Jayce never made you feel less than. Being top side made you feel like you were branded with the term 'Undercity Rat' across your forehead. People would give you looks and stuff their hands deep in their pockets to grasp onto their coins tighter when you walked by. But Jayce was never like that. Maybe it was because of his close friendship with Viktor, or maybe your sweet, sweet Jayce simply wasn't born with a bigoted bone in his body
Jayce also sticks up for you and has your back if anyone makes you feel unwelcome top side. He knows you can hold your own and fight your own battles, but he can’t help but get involved and defend you. His jaw clenches and his knuckles turn white from squeezing his hands into tight fists at his sides. He just doesn’t believe that you of all people should be judged. Jayce believes that you are a kind and beautiful soul and that you deserve the world
He likes holding your hand when walking around the city, not only because he’s big on touch and displays of affection, but also to let everyone know that he loves you—no matter your background
If you have any physical scars on your body he will always lightly kiss them; showing affection is what Jayce loves doing. He wants to make sure you know that he loves every single part of you
He loves that you and Viktor become friends. You two started out with a shared bond of being Undercity street kids turned top siders. Jayce asks Viktor for advice when it comes to you, whether you would like something or if you knew what something was
All in all, Jayce just wants you to feel loved every second of every day. He has so much love for you and he wants to show it. He’s just bursting out the seams with his admiration for you. You are his everything, and he’s never afraid to show that off
SUMMARY: When assigned as the lab assistant to the Man of Progress, Jayce Talis, you were first intimidated to work under someone of such outspoken confidence who created genius inventions. But the longer you work alongside one another, the more comfortable you become and the more you start questioning your emotions and professional relationship when he becomes councillor.
CHAPTERS:
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word count: 63,866 words
jayce get's the appeal of kissing through panties, of pressing his mouth, wide open and humid, against the soddening fabric that smells of what he favorites the most, of viktor, of clean fabric, of tangy arousal, of eager reaction he elicits so easily.
loses himself in the scent and taste, small shudders of slim thighs resting over his wide, hunched shoulders, calloused thumb rubbing over the porcelain, brace bruised skin beneath, a fleeting, grounding caress that helps viktor shut his mind off and roll his bony hips forward.
it's about intimacy, for both of them, as jayce kisses down the constellations of moles over viktor's shuddering, flushing body, receiving low, breathy keens and almost impatient attempt to rub his thighs together, but they're spread wide and presenting, panties damp.
jayce would give viktor what he aches for, sooner or later, when he would be drenched, golden eyes glazed, dimmed by the swoop of his sooty eyelashes and rooms light, and clawing in anywhere he can reach out to, rumpled sheets, jayce's mussed strands of hair, forcing him closer.
