#jayvik mentioned

[pheracy]

[whylee-wheeler]

Rip Max Mayfield you would've loved knee high converse

Rip Joyce Byers you would've loved pinterest

Rip Mike Wheeler you would've loved pokemon unite

Rip Dustin Henderson you would've loved five nights at freddy's

Rip Will Byers you would've loved making jayvik fanart

Rip Karen Wheeler you would've loved cat videos

Rip Holly Wheeler you would've loved making kandi

[zevrra]

[professor talis x fem!reader / nsfw / mdni]

the one time professor talis forgot to lock the door during one of your little…encounters, it almost cost both of you greatly. luckily for the both of you it was someone with an open mind.

you had been gone away on holiday recently and were just getting back to campus, so to say you both were a little too needy was a little bit of an understatement. it was after school hours like usual. you had come to his office under the guise of needing some help with homework and he was more than willing to see you.

he sits you pretty up onto his desk, large hands tenderly holding your waist, while jayce himself stood between your parted thighs. his lips pressed into your own with haste, eager to taste you after so long. your name slips from his lips in a soft groan as he breaks the kiss to move on. his beard scratches along your skin, down your jaw and onto your neck as he moves to trail hot, open mouth kisses along your throat; earning a low groan in return from you. one of his hands slides from around your waist to your thigh, inching his way forward until his palm pressed into what he desired.

“rushing today, huh, got somewhere to be?” you gasp as he palms against your core, your finger tangling into the waves of his dark hair.

jayce responds with a hum but with a tug on his hair, he answers you properly; “it’s been almost three weeks.” he groans, biting down onto your skin—as if he was a vampire who hadn’t had a meal in months. he doesn’t give you time to answer before he yanks your shirt up, pushing your bra up with the fabric, and pressing his mouth against one of your breasts. he quickly presses kisses into your skin before his lips wrap around one of your nipples; where he sucks on the sensitive nub harshly, curling his fingers to undo your pants next.

glad to know you weren’t the only one sitting on vacation with the lingering thought of missing this…or really just missing him.

“oh fuck professor…” you moan, arching into his touch as it slithers down along the curve of your throbbing core. it has been too long and you had gone the entire time without touching yourself while away— it was a little reward for yourself and him. once the two of you were finally reunited anyway.

just as his fingers slip beneath your panties, feeling the slippery wet of your cunt for just a brief moment— that’s when you both hear a knock at the door and the clicking of the handle turning. fear and panic set in quickly as you two try to disentangle from one another. he rips his hands away and attempts to help you cover up in the process as well but it’s too late, the door swings open.

and in walks another one of your professors— professor viktor.

and at first you think it’s all over. that you’d have to flee and leave the campus. but then you notice the striking red blush crawling across viktor’s pretty face as he closes the door behind him—oh. oh. things would get just a little more interesting and maybe adding one more to the fling wouldn’t hurt.

[anarachussy]

Viktor if he survived act 3 with Jayce.

This was created with the idea in mind that the two somehow survived in the end. Viktor, now the most hated man across Piltover and Zaun has been convicted to execution. However, Jayce, now a renowned hero, combats this by insisting Viktor gets the help he needs at a mental institution (the only other, least painful alternative).

Notes:

His hair is shorter than in his herald phase, but longer than his ideal cut from season 1. This is because it represents both his disconnect with his ethereal identity and the man he was before. On a more realistic note, he likely tried to cut it, but had any tools taken away before he could finish, or just lost motivation/felt undeserving of his prior appearance. Maybe both. He has more blond now than he did when he was the herald, and it is irreversible.

His eyes have veins of white that cut through the amber, another reminder.

The body was tricky. I don’t like the idea of him keeping his entire machine herald build, but I also dislike the idea that he’s left unscathed. So he has sort of iridescent scars. All over. His shimmer leg is irreversible. Maybe they glow when he’s upset, who knows. I just draw.

His physical illness has subsided, his mental illness has nosedived.

*labeled hextech in the image, referring to hexcore. I’m just glad I didn’t accidentally write hexstrap.

[i-tried-and-i-lost]

I'm still mad that they removed Viktor's Czech accent in the French dub (you can barely hear it) but I will forgive them because he sounds HOT AS FUCK. He sounds so horny when he talks to Jayce it's taking me out

[zevrra]

[trans!viktor x gn!reader / mdni / nsfw]

being one of herald viktor’s favorite meant a lot of things; like helping him tend to the flowers he’s grown inside the commune or helping him put his hair into a pretty braid when he asks of you…but what you enjoyed the most though, selfish as it is; was being called into his little home in the middle of the night, just to please him. because only you got to see him like this.

thanks to his hexcore transformation, viktor’s body has turned into twisted metal; beautiful purple, gold, and silver covering his “skin”. and yet, even with his newfound body, the most striking difference in change is….anatomy. what used to be has now shifted inwards, morphing into a new set of genitals. he had briefly mentioned once, when all of this started, being different from before his transformation, but some things can never really change in a person. which is what leads to him calling for your attention most nights, trembling in newfound pleasure. he’d sit, tucked away in the secluded area of his makeshift home inside the commune he’s created, clutching the blanket he carries himself in most days. his nose buried into the fabric as he reveals himself to you.

you grip his thighs ever so gently, dawned upon your knees as your herald instructed, nuzzled between his beauty of metal as your tongue runs up along his newfound core. your tongue slides up against his pussy, feeling his thighs tighten with the pleasure that overwhelms him. a high pitched whine slips between his lips as you target over his clit. sucking roughly against the exposed bundle of nerves and savoring the way viktor’s breath hitches in his throat.

you run your fingers over the intricate of metal flesh, body thrumming with unforeseen magic. fingers bumping and scratching down along his ‘flesh’. your touch somehow makes him twice as sensitive to your tongue. feeling up his body while his clit throbs against your tongue. his wetness and your tongue mashing against his cunt echoes loud inside your head but the way he whines and moans was far louder. tears danced in his pretty amber eyes, threatening to spill over the edge with every harsh suck on his pussy.

his slick coats your tongue and lips; drips down your chin to confirm how truly good he’s feeling. all thanks to you. and after the build up comes the storm as his orgasm crashes down on him. it’s wet and sloppy— his cries echo inside his hollow home as he cums across your tongue, toes curling, hips jerking as he rides your face for his own pleasure. you watch as he bites his bottom lip hard enough to break the skin. tears finally tumbling over the edge as he experiences a soul crushing orgasm that jerks over his sensitive body.

but you wanted more.

so your tongue doesn’t stop, continuing to curl right up against his twitching, drooling cunt. fleshing down along the curve of his pussy before slipping your tongue inside. he hiccups at the overstimulation, grips your hair a little tighter, arches his back further off his makeshift bed. broken sobs mixed with incoherent words of pleasure fall from his lips as you push his body towards a second orgasm with your skillful tongue.

not only could you feel vik’s desire building up but hearing him whimper and moan while it rushed to every inch of his new body was something other worldly feeling…even if in his ecstasy he never said your name. he’d moan, beg you for more, push his fingers through your hair and pull you closer; but he never said your name. not any name, just not yours. you didn’t know who ‘jayce’ was but— he must be very important to the herald. and while you’d always be his second favorite, jealousy nestled in your ribcage, you didn’t mind as long as you got to be the one to please him.

[pheracy]

How Jayvik nation will sleep knowing is canon for the 15th time this year thanks to the amazing Harry Lloyd 💜 forever grateful for this super beautiful description of their relationship! 😭

[pheracy]

why isn't Viktor in this "x-ray" frame of the gemstone explosion in S1? Why is it only Jayce and a LINE that divides the 2 of them? 🙃

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