Beautiful Crime (alternate Ending)

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Everyone knows Jayce is obsessed with touching Viktor. People around them have bets trying to guess how many times Jayce will touch Viktor in one evening, it’s the most common pub game in Piltover.

One night the men go out to a pub for drinks, and Viktor is wearing this oversized black t-shirt which is slightly shorter than normal - you can’t tell at first, and Jayce doesn’t realise either - and they all watch him realise when both men are at the bar and Viktor leans over it a little with a laugh to grab the bottles when the barman just waves for him to take them. Jayce nearly breaks his neck the way his head snaps to look at Viktor’s suddenly uncovered back. People watch them, existential crisis obvious on Jayce’s face as his eyes keep on moving back and forth from Viktor’s waist to the ceiling as if he’s praying which is making everyone laugh. Obviously he’s touched Viktor’s back and waist many times before! But when it was covered with a shirt at least…

The Gods answer him quickly by placing another man to Viktor’s right who flirts with him. Before people can make another bet, Jayce’s hand wraps around Viktor’s waist and pulls him close to himself. They do notice Viktor straightening up with a little twitch as if a little shiver ran down his spine. Well. Jayce’s hands must feel pretty rough on his sensitive skin after all.

Everyone talks the next day how Jayce didn’t take his hands off Viktor for a whole night.

Damn do you guys think Jayce might be a little protective over Viktor?

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For Nemesi, who was deliciously specific in her request. I hope this met your expectations bbe!

I only drew some out of those reqs from last time, I will probably post them soon, however I am determined to do all of them, and eventually draw them when I have time, so please bear with me with patience!

And sorry for the absence, finals were coming up, but after my last exam on Thursday, you’ll probably see me on here more often.

Everything between Jayce and Viktor can really be traced back to their childhood inciting incidents and it’s killing me.

Jayce: a miracle saves him and his mom, forever imprinting him with the certainty that miracles do exist, they can be controlled, he can save his loved ones no matter how awful things get, if he can just be smart and bold and quick enough.

Viktor: he saw the horror of what Singed had done—of forcing a creature to live against its will, of the degradation and terror of being fundamentally changed. For a while he thought he understood Singed, when he decided that he was willing to throw away all his principles to survive his own body. But he didn’t, really. He didn’t understand. There was still a line he would not cross. He wanted to die human.

It’s fitting, then, and unspeakably tragic, that Jayce is the one who played Singed’s role in the end. Because you can’t ask Jayce to let a loved one go, when he knows there’s a miracle that can save him, the solution is right there, it will work if you will just let him try—and so he forces a change onto Viktor against his will. He traps him into the Arcane, takes apart and reassembles his body, strips him of his selfhood and humanity. All so that Viktor will live. Singed wasn’t talking about the desperation not to die—he was talking about the desperation not to lose someone you love.

And so Viktor is…changed. He lives, whether he wants to or not.

And so Jayce loses him anyway.

so i was thinking about lan wangji and how he has this reputation of being righteous while also in my opinion acting like an asshole? like he acts very petty and is ready to pull his sword on people a lot and isn't really involved in politics even in a way that makes sense as a high ranking member of a sect? like the silencing spell on jin ling is uh. bad.

it's like lan wangji has scary dog privilege by virtue of his reputation and his brother and uncle who will wreck you if you do or say anything to/about him. except thats not right because theyre not scary dogs at all, they just protect him. it's like lan wangji is a scary dog and lan xichen and lan qiren smooth things over and stop him from doing something too awful and calm others down after lan wangji does something not too great. and i guess with the reputation for being righteous (second jade of lan) is enough to deter people from saying/doing things like "hey he's a dick" because dude that's hanguang-jun, what are you talking about???".

and the people he saves on night hunts or whatever are random civilians who don't interact with him enough to see him behave badly, and a cool and aloof powerful cultivator saving them gets a lot of leeway on account of being a famous powerful cultivator and also being someone who saved them from fierce corpses or spirits or healed their kid or grandparent or whatever. who cares if theyre quiet and kinda rude they saved their sister!!!!!

so when lan wangji is a dick to jin ling or fucks off from political stuff or is ready to pull his sword on jiang cheng in the jiang ancestral hall or whatever he's doing so with the reputation of hanguang-jun who saves people and also is supported by lan xichen (lan sect leader and brother) and lan qiren (former acting sect leader, uncle, teacher) and they are protective and dare i say overindulgent of lan wangji???? like bro you are a political figure whether you like it or not, your actions have effects on things besides your own direct personal circle. like the heir of gusu lan pulling a sword on sect leader jiang is fucking political incident whether or not theyre both being assholes or not. the adult heir of gusu lan using the lan silencing spell on the teenage heir of lanling jin is a political incident. not engaging with other sects politically, ever, says important things about your priorities and your influence both within the sect and without.

also like. what if something happened to gusu lan? like say lan xichen is injured, and lan qiren is also out of commission for some reason? that means lan wangji is acting sect leader. can you IMAGINE lan wangji as sect leader. imagine it. really visualize it. there's a lot of jokes about lan wangji being a petty bitch and people love it but imagine a petty bitch as a sect leader. the situation would blow up faster than lans get drunk on a glass of wine. like dude. so much stuff would be totally fucked.

anyway lan wangji as he is in mdzs would be a shit sect leader/chief cultivator/etc. he doesn't behave like he's intimately involved in the politics of his world (which he is) and may or may not have training in doing so - maybe he has training and just doesn't do it? which is also really bad, then he would know better and still not do it or help in any way.

Kink prompt 8+19 🤗

(edging + eating out, explicit, 1.2k, jaskier has a vagina, also on ao3)

“Geralt,” Jaskier gasps, squirming beneath him. “Yes, yes, yes, oh—no!” He arches, trying to return Geralt’s mouth to his dripping cunt. “You bastard,” he whines, his breath hitching.

“You love it.”

Jaskier’s laugh chokes into a moan as Geralt lets his warm breath ghost over Jaskier’s shiny, swollen clit.

“Fuck,” Jaskier hisses, his ankles locked around Geralt’s shoulders. “Fuck, fuck—”

“You’re so wet for me,” Geralt murmurs, a hint of wonder in his voice. “You taste so fucking good.” He touches his tongue to Jaskier’s clenching core, nudging the tip of it inside. Jaskier sobs, trying to bear down on him, but Geralt holds his hips steady. He hums in pleasure as Jaskier parts for him, as Jaskier’s slick floods his senses. It’s better than being drunk, the thick, sweet smell of him, the heady, perfect taste, the way it pools on his tongue.

Geralt opens his eyes and nearly falters in his focus.

Jaskier’s exquisite like this.

Teetering on the knife-edge of pleasure, his entire body taut as a lute-string. His face is a wreck of desperate desire, frustration, and vulnerability.

Geralt loves lavishing him in this way. It’s so much of what he likes most. Teasing Jaskier. Proving how well he knows Jaskier’s body. It’s about trust, really.

That, and licking his cunt until he cries.

Geralt tightens his grip on Jaskier’s hips and drags his tongue up Jaskier’s slit until he latches onto that pretty clit, sucking it gently as Jaskier writhes. He switches to hard, long laps up Jaskier’s labia, curling his tongue just barely inside on every upstroke. Jaskier’s making breathy little bitten-off sounds now, overwhelmed and endearingly musical.

“Please,” he begs, his chest heaving, his knuckles white on the sheets. “Please, please…”

Geralt hums. He settles on Jaskier’s clit again, swirling his tongue around it just so. It’s hot to the touch, quivering. He can sense Jaskier’s cunt clenching desperately on nothing, he can hear Jaskier’s pulse through his thighs. His chin is drenched in slick.

He pulls away.

Jaskier wails.

“I was so close,” he cries, kicking his heels against Geralt’s back.

“I know.” Geralt watches as Jaskier’s denied cunt throbs.

Jaskier makes a punched out noise and reaches down to touch himself, but Geralt seizes his wrist. He looks up at Jaskier, and even through his daze Jaskier must recognize the heat in his expression, because he lets out another moan and Geralt scents another gush of slick.

He drags his tongue through it before he pushes himself up beside Jaskier on the bed. He sets him onto his side, Jaskier’s back pressed to Geralt’s chest, his ass slotted in Geralt’s lap.

“The fuck,” Jaskier says, his voice breaking, and then Geralt’s fingertips are just beside his clit, teasing his labia with a featherlight touch. “Oh, you fucker,” he half-laughs, half-sobs, baring his throat to Geralt’s mouth.

“You know you’re going to come,” Geralt murmurs. “You’re just going to wait until I let you.”

Jaskier twitches. He tries to buck his hips into Geralt’s hand, but Geralt rides the motion, keeping that same too-gentle touch.

“Come on,” Jaskier whispers, wriggling. “Why don’t you fuck me? Don’t you want me to come on your cock, love? You’ll like it, I promise—”

Geralt laughs, burying his nose in Jaskier’s sweaty hair.

“Getting desperate, Jask.”

Jaskier whines, and Geralt decides to let it backfire on him.

“You’d like it. Wouldn’t you,” he mutters. He hikes Jaskier’s thighs apart, spreads his pussy with his fingers, baring his entrance. He lets his fingertip stroke it, circling. “If I pinned you down and spread you open with my cock, right here. Fucked you so good you’d feel it in the morning, filled you up until you overflow with it.” He dips his finger in, a frictionless glide, Jaskier’s body sucking him in. “I’d eat it out of you after too, you know I would, I always love the way you taste but you know I love it especially when you taste like both of us…”

Jaskier’s nearly out of his mind now, his breath coming ragged.

“That’s not fair,” he manages, biting his lip. His eyes are squeezed shut, nearly on the brink of tears with want.

“It’s not fair how much I love you,” Geralt whispers, because he can’t help it. He goes to suck another bruise into Jaskier’s throat, but Jaskier turns instead and captures Geralt’s mouth with his, kissing him with no finesse, just desperate want and love.

“Geralt,” Jaskier says, and Geralt would give anything to live in moments like this. Jaskier’s handsome face a wreck and so, so close to his. Jaskier says his name and it’s like Geralt’s hearing it for the first time, like it’s never fit him the way it does when Jaskier says it. Whoever it is that Jaskier’s naming with all that love and trust and want, that’s who Geralt wants to be.

He growls.

Shoves Jaskier onto his back again and knees his way down the bed. He takes Jaskier’s thighs into his hands and Jaskier’s trembling clit into his mouth and licks him.

Jaskier screams when he comes.

He shakes, his body jerking as he rides out wave after wave of pleasure.

Just as he starts to steady, Geralt presses two fingers into him, fucking them roughly into the spot he knows makes Jaskier see stars. This time Jaskier goes silent, his entire body going still, save for his cunt overflowing into Geralt’s mouth.

“Oh fuck,” Jaskier says again, when he can speak, “oh fuck, oh fuck—”

Geralt hums into him. He laps at Jaskier’s oversensitive clit very, very gently as he adds a third finger and curls it.

Jaskier’s hand reaches blindly for Geralt’s free one. When Geralt takes it, Jaskier squeezes hard. He’s quiet again now, save for the rough, needy sounds he makes as he grinds his hips in little circles, fucking himself down onto Geralt’s fingers and his tongue. He sobs when he comes again, his body clenching in decadent waves as Geralt pulls pleasure from him.

Geralt makes him come three more times before he sits up at last.

Jaskier’s a mess. His eyes have gone glassy, he’s pink up to his ears, his pretty cunt fucked sloppy.

Geralt sets about soothing him, just as carefully as he took him apart. A soft kiss on his panting mouth, a cool, damp cloth between his thighs, the blankets tucked up around them both even as Jaskier weakly protests about the wet spot. Geralt pours him water from the pitcher at the bedside and Jaskier drinks deeply before curling into Geralt’s arms.

He nudges his thigh between Geralt’s. Geralt’s still hard, he’s been hard all night.

“Shall I—?” Jaskier starts, but Geralt shakes his head. He cards his fingers through Jaskier’s hair, letting Jaskier settle into him.

“Maybe tomorrow,” he murmurs, planting a kiss to Jaskier’s temple. “I’m very satisfied.”

Geralt can actually feel Jaskier’s cheeks heat, where he’s pressed to Geralt’s chest.

“Oh.”

Geralt chuckles, tightening his embrace.

“Get some rest, Jask.”

“You get some rest,” Jaskier says sleepily. “You’re gonna need it…I’m gonna tease the fuck out of you tomorrow, just you wait…gonna ride you until you’re the one begging…”

“Somehow I don’t think that’s the punishment you think it is,” Geralt murmurs. Jaskier makes an offended sound, but then he’s yawning, nuzzling into Geralt’s arms.

Geralt sleeps, a good, deep sleep, and the following night, Jaskier makes good on his promise.

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🐿⚜️Iorveth and Vernon are now allies

If Vernon meets Seherim again

And if Cedric is alive.

DAY 6, SNUGGLING… Sorry I’ve missed a couple aahgh! I wanted to make this a short comic thingy but no time…

[OC] a witch and her monster girlfriend 🔮🐙 .𖥔 ݁ ˖