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𝗽𝘂𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗴𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀

a jayvik kink club au

🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/72600001
October 16, 2025 at 10:06 PM
prettybadmagic.bsky.social
𝙫𝙞𝙠𝙩𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙟𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙮
an m4m story

viktor's wildest dreams come true...

archiveofourown.org/works/70315091
September 4, 2025 at 10:53 PM
prettybadmagic.bsky.social
𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬

jayvik omegaverse one shot

ft emergency heat and a dutiful alpha caretaker

🔗 below
A low, thin keen seeps through the door. It reeks of anguish. It's hardly reassuring that Jayce detects no other alpha pheromones, because it means Viktor is truly alone in there, heatsick and potentially sick-sick. It seems not unlikely that his pain disorder, or a cold or the flu, could strike while he is already downed by his cycle. Which means he needs help, more help than a knot could provide. It isn't very safe for an alpha to care for an unmated omega. If Jayce were sensible, he'd send a message to the proper authorities and wait outside while a team of betas carted Viktor off to the safety of the nearest heathouse. But that would take time. And it doesn't smell or sound like Viktor has time. Every second that Jayce delays is a second that his omega suffers, so the only logical solution is to run an assessment on him as soon as possible. This is not a sex-driven mission. It's a rescue.
August 18, 2025 at 10:01 PM
prettybadmagic.bsky.social
alpha jayce to the rescue ❣️ fic coming monday
As the scent becomes stronger, it also begins to shift. A more perfumey note curls around the core scent. It's an almost boozy note, yeasty, like fruit in a barrel, fizzing in the hot sun. It has an intoxicating effect on Jayce's blood—he warms and glows, his body urges itself forward for more tastes of the scent, each one another hit of omega-tinged bliss. All alphas know what this means, when their omega’s scent ripens to its full profile. Viktor has gone into heat. Jayce's pace doubles. He shoulders drool from his mouth as he wields alpha privilege to part the crowd with no more than a growl and a concerted swell of his chest and shoulders. He's almost appalled when he realizes Viktor's apartment building doesn't have a doorman. It's an economical unit, sure, far less ritzy than Jayce's place. But what if another alpha got to Viktor first? What if he's being bitten right now? The scent transforms again when Jayce steps off the elevator on the seventh floor. Ripe yields to overripe, to sour, to a distinct curdling of what may have been the most refreshing bowl of berries and cream. Jayce pushes a stout breath through his nose and prepares his fist for use—Viktor is in the worst kind of distress, so Jayce fears the worst. There could be an alpha—not him—sucking the life from Viktor's throat, forcing a claim so he can rape him and get away with it. “No,” Jayce barks, seeing red. He finds Viktor's door, the seams of which ooze that fetid scent, a profile so thick with distress that Jayce suppresses the urge to gag. He jiggles the handle—locked—and presses his ear to the door. “Viktor, it's me. It's Alpha. Let me in or I’ll let myself in, by force.”
August 13, 2025 at 8:04 PM
prettybadmagic.bsky.social
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐂𝐚𝐭
finale

jayvik petwife au

archiveofourown.org/works/652755...
"Baby" Jayce says. He moves slowly to the bed."Shh, baby. Let me see. I'm gonna touch you, Vik. I'm not gonna hurt you." Jayce takes hold of Viktor's slender thighs, easily encircling them, then parting them. It further opens Viktor's cunt. Between his swollen folds of flesh, his hole runs with slick, tensing itself around nothing like a throat swallowing swallowing Viktor makes pained mewls as this happens, clawing at the bedding. "I think you're in heat," Jayce says. "Have you ever had one?" He shakes his head, buried in the covers. Too afraid to even look at Jayce, but that's okay. Jayce will be brave for both of them. "I think you were probably too malnourished before. You've filled out a little bit. Your body is, uh, ready to reproduce."
August 12, 2025 at 12:28 AM
prettybadmagic.bsky.social
omegaverse shenanigans
August 5, 2025 at 12:26 AM
prettybadmagic.bsky.social
𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

jayvik canonverse one-shot
ft drunk sex and its consequences

archiveofourown.org/works/68481641
August 1, 2025 at 4:41 PM
prettybadmagic.bsky.social
sorry forgot to crosspost....but bsky deserves to know too....
July 18, 2025 at 6:45 PM
prettybadmagic.bsky.social
𝙢𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙚 4 𝙢𝙖𝙣
ch8

basement dweller viktor /
golden boy influencer jayce

archiveofourown.org/works/644005...
July 17, 2025 at 9:57 PM
prettybadmagic.bsky.social
see you tomorrow 🥰
They share a smile. They are two men with a history. One of whom has a fixation on sadism that teeters on the edge of unhealthy, except for the singular occasion he made it work. Which was with Jayce. He advances, his face a mask of low-lidded lust, and takes hold of both of Viktor’s hips. “Wanna beat me up again?” he asks. Viktor shudders. Their dicks are definitely talking to each other, filling out their respective cloth restraints. The bulge summit is well underway. They have critical issues to discuss, brick to brick, to spare themselves the catastrophe of priapism. “I was under the impression that I owed you a drink,” Viktor says, breathless. “Or should I stop pretending that you’re here to quench that type of thirst?” “We can hydrate after I’m done with you, V.” “Done? What is it you plan on doing?”
July 16, 2025 at 5:29 PM
prettybadmagic.bsky.social
“V.” Jayce's soft power gives Viktor goosebumps. “You're the stimulus.” “Oh,” Viktor says. He hangs his head. He's not in danger of falling anymore, not with Jayce bracing his back and his sides. But his underwear is damp. Sticky at the junction of his thighs. He does not enjoy the sensation. He would like to change. He would like to stuff a medium-firm pillow between his legs and hump it until his inflamed cock ceases to be a distraction. But perhaps the invisible divide between himself and Jayce has been shattered. They have danced around each other for years, an intricate bonding ritual that often feels like brotherhood, or what Viktor imagines brotherhood would be. Late nights, confessions of hopes and fears, smiles and laughter with their heads pushed closely together over a project. So much shared breath. A competition to claim space, their tiny pool of available matter known as the lab, where Viktor and Jayce cannot be standing in the exact same place at the exact same time. The competition has come to this: Yes, we will share. An erection is intended to slide between one's legs and fill a biological void. Bodies can permeate one another. The act of coupling is an act of efficiency. Why deny Jayce the path of least resistance to true partnership? With shallow breath lapsing his ear, Viktor unbuckles his belt. He unzips. He picks up Jayce's hand and slides it past the waistband of his underwear, past his tuffet of pubic hair, to the physiological situation that thrums and burbles automatically. Circulatory cause and reaction, with Jayce as the cause. “You're hard for me,” Jayce pants. His fingers split alongside Viktor's cock and squeeze it. He slips lower, where Viktor leaks. “And you're wet, V. Why are you so wet?” “I find you quite stimulating,” he answers with a sharp gasp. “It's quite obvious, no?” “It isn't obvious. I could never see—never feel—this.” This: Viktor's guts on Jayce's fingers. Viktor caves to base instinct and pushes himself against Jayce's palm, the perfect bed of pressure for his sticky cock. “Well,” says Viktor. “It is—” He grinds again. And again. He isn't stopping. “An axiomatic truth of our relationship. I have been reduced to this state in your presence far too many times to count.” “Viktor.” Whether his name is admonishment or acceptance, the result is predictable. Jayce gently bucks against Viktor’s low back. He is an agile lover, one who can suspend Viktor and administer pleasure, and purloin his own pleasure from base friction. It isn't shameful to fuck. It's animal. It's human. The reason Viktor hasn't pursued his partner is because he never thought himself worth the pursuit. They were coworkers, business partners, cordial equals. Men of reason and logic. Men of science. But no man is above his own chemistry. Of the obligatory throb of his genitals and the places those throbs command him: holes, hands, greedy wet orifices. It is not enlightenment that Viktor seeks by fucking into Jayce's hand and clenching around his fingers. He craves a moment to moment ecstasy, living one impulse to the next, an impulse that echoes need, need, need. “Oh, V. You feel so good. I'm sorry I didn't—I want you—I’ve wanted you for—” At the next arc of Jayce's pelvis, his cock thumps on loop, pressed deeply into Viktor's spine. It induces Viktor's climax—the flutter of his cock and spasm of his walls. He endures it with a bitten tongue, allowing the release to wash over him like a storm. When it passes, he is still in Jayce's arms. The hand once inside him now rests on his belly, shining. Jayce's forehead rests atop Viktor's head. “There is still time to test the saw, if you feel up to it,” Viktor says. He swears he can feel Jayce’s smile—an ultraviolet beam blasting his scalp. But it transforms as Jayce dots kisses through Viktor's hair, along his ear, to his neck. “There's still time to go back to my apartment,” Jayce says. “We can run trials with our mouths.”
July 14, 2025 at 7:40 PM
prettybadmagic.bsky.social
a little drabble inspired by this piece - slightly smutty, continued below
“I knew you'd still be here.” Viktor removes his goggles and wipes his forehead with the sleeve of his shirt. Behind him, Jayce struts into the lab, as pristine a Piltovan specimen as ever. His uniform is crisp, his hair is combed and gelled. But small details betray his true state: a strand of hair that breaks free and must be swept back into place, sweat on his temples, and a red color high in his cheeks. When he lands behind Viktor, he brings the aroma of champagne. Something he breathes onto the nape of Viktor's neck. It billows forward, turning what was once a solitary cloud of calm exhalation into a hot team effort. Viktor knows that if he asks, Jayce will take a step away and allow Viktor more room. Am I crowding you again? Sorry. But he also knows that if he says nothing, if he continues his work, that Jayce will stay exactly where he is. They are both each other's specimens. Where Viktor notes Jayce's immaculacy, the ease at which he smiles and schmoozes with the Council, so too does Jayce comment on Viktor's work ethic and brilliancy. You're still here. I could watch you work forever. This night is not special in that regard. They have found themselves like this dozens of times, when Jayce surfaces from Council events lightly buzzed and eager, only to rediscover that yes, Viktor has no friends and nowhere better to be than tinkering with his current Hextech fixation. What distinguishes tonight is Jayce's utter proximity. Viktor estimates a scant half centimeter separates his back side from Jayce's front, not nearly enough free space to prevent the folds of their clothing from intermingling. Jayce's body heat blankets Viktor's spine. In addition to being smelly, his breath is wet. It bogs the soft fuzz on the back of Viktor's neck. Jayce's arm shoots out and he steadies himself on the work desk. “Sorry,” he says with his typical nervous laugh. Meaning this gesture was an accident. He didn't intend to box Viktor in on one side, with his forearm now millimeters from Viktor's left hip. But he doesn't retract his arm. If Viktor listens and propriocepts, he's certain Jayce is nose-breathing at the crown of his head. “I finally got the panelling back from the forge,” Viktor says, politely ignoring whatever inflicts Jayce. “With the appropriate measurements—not like last time. I figured I may as well install them.” “Looks good,” says Jayce. “Ah, yes. I'm inclined to agree.” The work is simple. With shaky hands, he inserts small screws and twists them into the panel, fixing the panel to the body of what will be a Hex-powered bone saw, surgical grade. But it has been a long day for his body. His balance is fading, as is his coordination. He chose to stand when receiving the panels delivered a burst of energy, but now his muscles ache and tremble. His weight vacillates foot to foot. His brow perspires. His cock throbs and his thighs slicken. His body diverts energy required for focus into arousal. As such, the screwdriver drops from his fingers, rattling his pile of screws and loose panels. “Here, let me,” says Jayce. “It's been a long day.” Jayce's right arm confines Viktor's right hip. Puppeted, Viktor's lab partner continues the task of screwing the panels. It's an odd image, as if Viktor had arms chiseled from work in the forge, almost triple in size. To be the Man of Progress—the face of Hextech and a member of the Council of Piltover. Viktor does not envy his partner. He hates social functions, with all their cues and rules that go unspoken. Smiles and alcohol and witticisms parsed out amidst a backdrop of noise—music, chatter, guffaws from all angles. Viktor does not fit in, hunched and withering and soft-spoken, unable to stand long enough for a single sales pitch. It's Jayce who lights up those spaces and secures the success of their joint endeavor, supplying enough personality gold to ensure Viktor hardly ever leaves the lab. He has long since known that his feelings for Jayce, the awe at his capability and finesse, is not a case of envy at all. Viktor desires his partner. He loves the man's physicality, the bulk of him, six foot five, ample-muscled, yet somehow diminutive. He carries himself both proudly and like a puppy whose paws are too big for its body. He stands tall yet shrinks. His easy laughter infects. Viktor, nervous from birth, shaky and oft unstable, is both calmed by Jayce's effortlessly graceful presence, and agitated by it. The agitation comes in fits—on days when Jayce returns to the lab from the forge without showering or donning the proper protective equipment, shirtless or wearing a simple cotton top soaked with sweat. Or there are times when Viktor sets himself up for failure, forgoing masturbation to spend an extra hour in the lab, only to return the next day hyper-sensitive to Jayce's casually initiated touch. A grazing of their fingers, a steadying hand on his waist. It's gotten so bad that Viktor has excused himself to the bathroom simply to grind against his palm and milk out an orgasm in record timing. All good? That's Jayce's standard query when Viktor has been away for too long, or returns flushed and uncharacteristically mellow. Better now, he says with a smile. “There we go,” says Jayce. He holds the small saw in two palms outstretched in front of Viktor. “Ah, yes,” Viktor says. He can't say much more. His thighs contort together to alleviate the incessant throb in his groin. The effort zaps his quadriceps and hamstrings, which have begun to quake in protest. Jayce catches Viktor’s waist. “Woah, V. Do you need a break?” The words are warm in Viktor’s ear. Jayce has brought himself closer. There is no gap. A noticeable firmness of flesh digs into Viktor’s low back. “I need—” Your touch. Your cock. A passionate kiss on the mouth and a hand shoved up my cunt. But Viktor can't say that. He can't offer speculation and fantasy—perhaps he'd be worse off after sexual intercourse with a man so well-endowed as Jayce. Cervical bruising is said to be extraordinarily painful. So he offers a gritted observation: “You feel erect, Jayce.” A beat passes, measurable by the single pulse of the hard organ at Viktor’s back. Then Jayce laughs his it's-an-accident laugh. “Can you blame me?” “Blame? Ah, it's a physiological reaction. The swelling of sexual organs is a subconscious response to outside stimuli, often—”
July 14, 2025 at 7:40 PM
prettybadmagic.bsky.social
jayce has a lot of feelings 🥺
July 11, 2025 at 9:08 PM
prettybadmagic.bsky.social
𝙢𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙚 4 𝙢𝙖𝙣
ch7

basement dweller viktor /
golden boy influencer jayce

archiveofourown.org/works/644005...
July 4, 2025 at 3:07 AM
prettybadmagic.bsky.social
coming up....
July 3, 2025 at 5:01 AM
prettybadmagic.bsky.social
jayce talis
June 29, 2025 at 12:43 AM
prettybadmagic.bsky.social
jayce pov post chapter six
June 27, 2025 at 6:10 PM
prettybadmagic.bsky.social
𝙢𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙚 4 𝙢𝙖𝙣
ch6

basement dweller viktor /
golden boy influencer jayce

archiveofourown.org/works/644005...
June 19, 2025 at 10:34 PM
prettybadmagic.bsky.social
M4M TOMORROW

it's going down.....
June 18, 2025 at 4:57 PM
prettybadmagic.bsky.social
jayce post m4m ch5 pov

golden boy has feelings !!!
June 18, 2025 at 12:15 AM
prettybadmagic.bsky.social
𝙢𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙚 4 𝙢𝙖𝙣

basement dweller viktor /
golden boy influencer jayce

archiveofourown.org/works/64400530
June 14, 2025 at 1:56 PM
prettybadmagic.bsky.social
it's writing itself 😵‍💫
October 20, 2024 at 8:48 PM
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wholesome father son moment 😌
October 19, 2024 at 9:10 PM