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⤷ works

🪞Bridgerton🌷

Benedict Bridgerton

The Lady in Silver 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ -> NSFW + drabble

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⤷ old works

🌙Moon-Knight📜

Steven Grant

Call me something -> NSFW + Drabble

Stupid Steven -> NSFW + Drabble

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Marc Spector

Stop fucking worrying so much -> Hurt/ comfort + long drabble

Headcannons -> NSFW + Request

🕷️Spider-verse💥

Miguel O’Hara

You and your anger issues… -> NSFW + Drabble

💎Arcane⚙️

Jayce Talis

In the Lab… -> NSFW + Drabble

First Time -> NSFW + Request

In the Lab… again. -> NSFW + Request

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⤷ requests

my request from you is to give me whatever you got, idc how freaky it is all I know is I wanna hear it 👹👹

(i mean as long as it’s not illegal, etc, etc)

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⤷ fandoms

Spiderverse

Deadpool/ X-men

Marvel

Arcane

Sanders Sides

Star Wars

Dr House

Bridgerton

Phantom of the Opera

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God he just couldn’t stop thinking of her, The Lady in Silver..

He lay in bed awake with only her on his mind for what seemed the 100th night in a row, replaying those same moments in his head over and over.

The way she gazed at the chandelier like she was purely mesmerised by it, god she looked like an angel when he first saw her. And it was all a blur before they were on the terrace, him in her arms.. her body against his.

She kissed him, before she ran away. Before she left without even letting him see her face. She left him wanting. She left him imagining, imagining to fill in the gaps of what he wanted to know, needed to know.

And so he lays: him, his imagination, The Lady in Silver.

He imagines what her kiss might be like if she had only more time, if she could take her time with him. Would it be the same as the one they had already shared, hard and full of longing? Or would she make an effort to be softer, draw it out so when they finally parted he would be left gasping, only wanting for those heavenly lips to trap his once again, to hold him hostage.

Would she allow herself to embrace him for at least a moment longer, would her arms constrict tighter round him, would she grip him with all that she could while kissing him?

He tosses in his bed.

The Lady in Silver.

Oh how lucky he was that she never came back for her glove, for he would never know if she was just his imagination, filling in gaps for what he longed for.

What would her person be like, if she had allowed him time to know her better? That night on the terrace she seemed timid, innocent, even if she didn’t mean to show it. But all the nicest ones have a dark side, don’t they? Perhaps it was a show, to lure him in, to leave him wanting more. To leave him thinking of her, her, her, The Lady in Silver, in the times he’s truly alone, late at night, left to his own imagination.

And if they were alone, would she want more with him, need more with him?

Would she be the type to risk her reputation for just one night..?

He tosses once more.

He wouldn’t like to think that she would.

The Lady in Silver.

He wouldn’t like to think that she would hold him down while she took what she wanted from him, doing with him as she pleases.

He wouldn’t like to think that as she shoved him to his knees she would make him look into those dark eyes of hers through her mask, to humiliate him all the more.

He wouldn’t like to think that as she struck him in the face for a touch he just couldn’t resist, she would apologise.

The Lady in Silver.. an angel so irresistible it hurts, hurts so good. An angel he was made for.

He passes a hand over his face, letting pass a shaky sigh. A guilty hand reaches down, a hand he wishes wasn’t his own.

Would she start slow and work him up, teasing, always leaving him on the precipice, never giving permission? Or would she start fast and overwhelm him, never allowing him to catch a breath in between?

He takes himself in hand, already leaking.

He imagines she would chastise him for it.. already so wet for her, and she hasn’t even touched him yet.

He moans into his hand as he strokes himself with the other.

What else would she say, would she be all degrading, or would she prefer to praise him too? Tell him.. he’s doing such a good job, taking what he’s given with such gratitude.

Would she want him to say anything back, beg for her to just keep going, more, more, ever more. Or would she like for him to keep quiet, would she keep him quiet? Would she clasp her gloved hand over his mouth like his own is doing now, desperate not to make another sound for someone could hear him.

His breath becomes ragged, each exhale from his nose bringing with it another strained noise from his throat as his hand quickens over himself.

Would she want anything more from him, make him please her too? Or would she be pleasured enough just to watch him lay there and take it, watch him tremble and squirm under her touch? He imagines she would lean in, tilt his head back, and suck dark marks into his jugular. Maybe she wants him to know who he belongs to every time he looks in the mirror and sees a part of her she left behind, peaking out from the top of his collar, a gentle reminder.

Would she tilt his head back lightly, with a tip of his chin and a smile? Or would she weave her fingers through his hair and pull, making him gasp in pain and pleasure?

He was close, so close, just a bit more.

Oh God please, please keep going- I’ll do anything, anything you need me to, just don’t stop please just don’t stop—!!

He spills over his navel, body stiff and head thrown back as if in pain, hand slowing down to ease him out of it.

He knows what she would think of him now, pathetic. Disgusting even. What man would have the audacity to think of a woman, a lady, in such a position?

Oh, The Lady in Silver..

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Mel shuts the door behind her the way she shuts them when she’s going into one of her council meetings, with undeniable purpose, as her usual heels punctuate her entrance with every calculated step. Viktor only narrows his eyes and gives Jayce one of his signature smoulders of all things, following in behind Mel.

Jayce couldn’t even look away given your unrelenting grip on his jaw, all he could will himself to do was groan and furrow his eyebrows helplessly.

“Looking good, Mr Talis…”

Mel, ever so composed, walks up to the both of you and replaces your hand with hers.

“Mel…”

She caresses his lower lip, wet with spit and red from Jayce’s teeth from when he was trying to stay quiet. She assesses him like he just proposed a new business idea that she happened to quite like the sound of.

“So?”

You say, slowly pulling out of him causing him to tense a bit in yours and Mel’s hold.

“Viktor, what do you think?”

God this is all so demeaning, and Jayce can’t help but savour every second of it. He feels scrutinised in every best way possible by Mel, and now by Viktor as he hears his crutch coming up to the other side of him. A notably cold hand reaches up to brush his trembling bicep; his legs felt like jelly due to his fading orgasm and the two new people here, ready to ruin him.

“Hm… get him on his knees, first. In front of the sofa, preferably.”

Get him on his knees.

On his knees.

And that sends his mind racing, algorithmically going through all the possibilities of what they could be planning for him, not too dissimilar to the way cogs turn in his head when faced with a difficult problem to do with his work.

“Y/n, would you like to…?”

You catch the drift of what Mel is saying, you smile.

“No, no go ahead. You two can have him for a bit. I’m happy jus’ to watch for now…”

You clean yourself up quickly while sending a smirk their way and make your way to said sofa, seating yourself right next to the armrest.

“Come on, Jayce.”

Viktor’s now hushed voice whispers in his ear before pulling away and expecting him to follow.

Realising he’s barely said a word since Mel and Viktor got here, he makes an effort to coax a reply out of himself.

“Yea, yes. Of course.”

He turns but Mel captures his lips in a fleeting kiss Jayce can’t help but moan into, but Mel pulls away all too quickly. She instead gets him out of his remaining clothes, leaving them strewn on the cold laboratory tile.

Mel gets him to kneel when he reaches the sofa, as expected. She then places him in front of Viktor between his legs, not as expected. Viktor obviously notices this reaction.

“I don’t bite, Jayce.”

Unfortunately.

Viktor looks down at him expectantly through those hooded lids of his, quirking an eyebrow.

“Yes, I mean um, no...”

Mel seats herself down next to Viktor on the couch- you, Viktor and then Mel lined up so neatly along the sofa above him while he’s left kneeling on the hard tile.

Jayce feels like Piper Perri in that one photo, with all those tall guys stood around her behind the sofa, only this operation has been taken down a level. He can’t say he’s complaining though. In fact, he’s anything but as he makes quick work of tugging Viktor’s trousers down to mid-thigh level.

He’s reminded that Viktor’s dick has never disappointed. The prominent outline of it presses against his underwear- average length, perhaps a little below but easily makes up for that in girth.

“You’re staring at him.”

Jayce looks up at you, before quickly flitting his eyes away bashfully.

“He’s just enjoying the view, that’s all.”

Mel reaches her hand across to pull Jayce’s chin to face her instead, she smiles down calmly at him. His lips part and he stares up at her like she’s a goddess.

Viktor pulls down the last layer of clothes covering his sculpted dick, he strokes it lazily as he glances at Mel.

“Oh neither of you have any patience...”

Mel reaches her hand around the back of Jayce’s head and pushes it towards Viktor’s groin, his lips brushing his dick before it slowly enters his mouth. She crosses her legs.

Now touching yourself, you can tell when Viktor’s dick hits the back of his throat. His eyes well up as he reaches his hands up to grip Viktor’s thighs, hollowing his cheeks out.

He looks so beautiful like this.

“Sshhit-“

Viktor’s head falls back against the sofa, hand desperate to grab one of Jayce’s splayed hands. Groaning at the sight, you take Viktor’s face in your hands and lean in to kiss him.

“Keeping going… such a good boy.”

Mel threads her nimble fingers through his mess of hair and establishes a firm but somehow gentle grip, easing him up, up, up, and right back down again. He feels his mind start to cloud at those two words, or maybe it’s Viktor’s dick pushing all the rational thought out of his head.

Probably both.

A whine from Jayce causes a salacious moan from Viktor to echo into your mouth, you take the chance to start kissing down his neck while hurriedly fumbling with his waistcoat buttons.

You hear Jayce gag, digging his nails into Viktor’s pale skin. Mel immediately pulls him off, a short, thin string of spit still connecting the two.

Jayce pants as Mel wipes away a small tear running down his face. Jayce tries to speak but is forced to clear his throat first.

“‘m sorry-“

“Don’t worry, you can always try again.”

Mel mutters as her eyes narrow and her thighs squeeze closer together.

You pull away to look down at Jayce and the globs of saliva still left on Viktor’s dick.

“Trust me Mel, he can take a bit of a rougher hand.”

Suddenly reaching a hand down you push him right back onto Viktor’s cock, Jayce gagging briefly around it once more as he snaps his eyes shut.

“Jayce- Y/n-!”

Viktor isn’t sure whose name to call but that doesn’t matter now that you bob Jayce’s head to a faster and equally as vigorous rhythm.

Mel simply surveys Jayce as his shoulders tense and his heavy breathing is heard over a few obscene sounds.

“Hm, he seems to be enjoying it too.”

She tentatively pushes the toe of her heel against Jayce’s ignored, and hopelessly weeping dick as she tilts her head to see it. She smiles as the slight scratch of it makes Jayce buck his hips into the sensation.

God he’ll take anything at this point.

And he feels delightfully filthy about it.

“Of course he enjoys it, what- what more should one expect?”

Viktor shakily scoffs down at Jayce, taking his straining jaw into his hand.

All this new attention from three different people makes the whole situation feel so dizzying. Your heavy hand on the back of his head, Mel’s heel against his dick, and to top it off Viktor’s cock filling his mouth oh-so nicely.

“Fuck Viktor, you close?”

You mutter into his neck as you feel his body start to tense

“Yes- but, I do not- do not want to yet-“

You abruptly yank Jayce’s hair upwards leaving him gasping and his lips swollen, spit dripping down his chin. Viktor catches his own breath as he wipes it away with the back of his fingers.

Jayce can’t help but seem a little upset that he didn’t get to swallow something other than Viktor’s dick down his throat.

“Fu…”

Mel’s heel digs particularly harshly into his cock making his hands fly towards her calf, now clinging on for dear life. You let go of Jayce’s hair, it lands on Mel’s thigh like a rag-dolls.

“Look at him, he’s pathetic.”

You scoff as you swing an arm around Viktor as your other teases his sensitive tip, he only groans.

“You can’t blame him y/n, we’ve barely given him anything all this while…”

Mel smirks down at Jayce as she points her foot down and presses the back of it into the length of his dick.

“…and you realise if you say such things, it will only pass his head, and go straight to this.”

He moans as she applies more pressure. Bucking his hips into it, he ruts his hips slightly against the smooth material. You watch as his hands flex desperately around Mel’s leg.

“As hot as this is, I’d like to start watching his brains get fucked out.”

You suggest, kissing Viktor’s jaw and cheek lightly.

“I cannot say I’m opposed to the idea…”

You let go of Viktor and take a few steps to stand up behind Jayce, you lean down to grasp his neck to pull his head back to rest against your own leg. From this angle, you can see the pre he’s left on the top of Mel’s heel given his strained position.

“I’ll give Viktor the honours of going first.”

He smiles up at you dazedly and you feel the vibration of his groan against your palm.

“Please…”

“Don’t beg me…”

You let your hand fall to his shoulder as he looks up at Viktor.

“Vik, fuck Vik I need you, you don’t understand-“

Viktor didn’t know Jayce could make a face such as that one.

“I understand you perfectly well Jayce- get up.”

Leaving Jayce you watch as Mel encourages him to stand while Viktor manoeuvres himself behind Jayce- he gets bent over the armrest of the sofa and Mel lies in front of him with her legs spread.

You take your place behind the sofa, hovering above Jayce.

“That’s it.”

Viktor plants his hands on Jayce’s ass for support as he flinches slightly at the touch. He smirks down at him as Mel redirects Jayce’s gaze to her, or more to her pussy as she’s since hiked up her dress to her waist.

“Remember, Jayce, you’re our fuck toy- so you’re gonna last as long as we want you too, and you’re gonna take whatever we give you, okay?”

You say it so casually, but Jayce does not take it that way- like you knew he wouldn’t.

“That, um, that’s good-“

Viktor has since lubed himself up and has started pushing himself slowly into Jayce, eliciting a strained moan from him interrupting his train of thought.

“…uh, um… makes sense….”

“Of course it does.”

Mel directs Jayce’s head to her, so he closes his eyes and groans into her when his lips connect as his arms thrust out to cling onto her. Mel sighs and lets her eyes falls closed before changing her mind and watching intently as he starts to lick in between her folds.

You, being the only one not getting in on the action right now, start pleasuring yourself once more, leaning over the sofa’s back to guide Jayce’s movements.

“Good boy…”

Jayce almost seems to forget about Viktor before he shifts his weight further into his hands- and therefore into Jayce’s hips- beginning to thrust into him. Jayce detaches his lips from Mel in favour of letting his head fall to the sofa while whining into it.

“Nuh- uh, Jayce. Gotta keep going.”

You pull his head back up and like magnet he takes up the task of eating Mel out like before, pulling her closer by her upper thighs. She moans as she feels his teeth graze her clit while the force of Viktor’s your thrusts are clearly making it more difficult for him to keep pleasuring Mel. So she shifts ever closer, barely leaving space for him to pull away for breath.

“You’re taking Viktor so well, fucking whore.”

You grin over at Viktor as Jayce only moans against Mel’s clit, prompting her hips to buck into his face. His hands only inch further and further up underneath her dress, her legs now over his sheened shoulders.

“O-oh that’s it Jayce, such a good boy for me.”

Mel’s fingers comb themselves into his tousled hair, pinning back some stray hairs that were front of his face and he feels his dick twitch at the title.

In the spur of the moment Viktor adjusts the angle of his hips all while leaning over Jayce’s back more to keep himself upright, those years of using a cane and crutch seeming to help. The action induces a long whine that gets muffled against Mel.

“Is that it?”

Viktor smirks as he watches Jayce’s head fall against the inside of Mel’s thigh, allowing himself to catch his breath.

“Uh-huh… please…”

“Jayce.”

You hiss at him as you press against the back of his head for what has to be the thousandth time. Jayce needs a little more encouraging to keep licking at Mel’s folds this time but eventually manages to.

Viktor chuckles down at the interaction as he deliberately hits Jayce’s prostate now that he’s found it. Jayce’s muscles ripple on his back as he arches into the feeling, his hands tightening their grip on Mel’s waist.

You bite your bottom lip as you notice Jayce’s abandoned cock between the sofa’s cushions and his waist, twitching and red resting just over the armrest of the sofa, hanging uselessly below his navel.

“I think he’s gonna cum.”

You know him too well, too well for Jayce’s liking at this moment, anyways.

“You want to- to cum Jayce? You know y/n still- shit- still needs to have their turn with you?”

He nods his head as best he can to Mel’s questions with her unrelenting hold in his hair and his mouth latched onto her clit.

“Has he not already came?”

“Oh yea, he has.“

You reach under Jayce at a slightly awkward angle to start lightly stroking him, he can’t decide whether to pull his hips forwards or back.

“So… selfish…”

Mel pants out as she feels Jayce’s fingers tease at her entrance. Other than getting Mel to cum, all he can think about is how you’re talking about him like he isn’t there. Which is why he arches his back without warning, and cums over his stomach and the leather sofa.

Thankfully you pull your hand away before any cum can get on it.

He tries to gasp all while refusing to pull away from Mel, his two fingers remembering to curl inside of her as his other hand scrunches up her dress further up her torso.

“Look at that, such a mess.”

Viktor chides as he has decides to have mercy on Jayce, easing himself out of Jayce so you can have your turn despite what his cock is telling him otherwise.

“C’mon Jayce, I thought you would’ve lasted longer than that.”

You smile at Viktor as you hand him his crutch which had leant against the back of the sofa. He takes the few steps from the armrest and sets his crutch to the side again, opting to sit against the armrest beside Mel’s waist as he reaches to Jayce’s hair. He’s since given up on trying to eat Mel out and breathe at the same time so he alternates between fingering her and licking at her, all while he thumbs at her clit.

“Y/n…”

“I’m getting to it.”

You hastily line yourself up after slicking yourself up the same way Viktor did and you then slide yourself into Jayce.

Now all he can think is how it fills him so differently to Viktor’s. His second orgasm makes everything feel so much more sensitive than before, feel that little bit more electrifying. But maybe it was just the fact that he was getting stuffed with cock for the third time in one night.

You start up your thrusts quickly, immediately getting to the rough and bruising pace you’re desperate to fuck him at. You watch as his body jerks with each thrust.

“Hhnnngh… gah- God-“

Jayce’s voice has certainly gone up a pitch or two, his head getting held up by Viktor; you notice him start to stroke himself with his other hand.

“I’m close…”

Mel gasps and lets her head fall back onto the armrest, she can’t help but revel at the feeling of Jayce’s fingers inside of her as she feels her orgasm come in waves, walls pulsing around them. Jayce however doesn’t even think about slowing down, or stopping for that matter.

“Dammit Jayce-“

She moans through clenched teeth as her palm pushes against his forehead, but fingers curl into his hair pulling him closer.

“You’re acting greedy.”

Viktor’s hand trails down to Jayce’s jaw as a prompt that Jayce acknowledges reluctantly, prying his thumb away from Mel and takes his now wet fingers out of her.

“Just, tastes so fucking good…”

He catches his breath as he rests his head against Mel’s thigh, laboured breaths being let out against Viktor’s thumb.

“You can taste something just as good, if you’re willing that is.”

At the implication, Jayce takes Viktor’s thumb into his mouth as he peers up at him with a glazed look in his eyes. Viktor instinctively tightens his clutch on Jayce’s jaw with his other fingers and instead of letting him close his lips around him, he tugs his jaw back open while pressing the pad of his thumb against his tongue.

You snicker down at the both of them- Viktor’s brilliant mind.

Your fingers start to dig into Jayce’s hips as you feel your own orgasm approaching, he seems to notice this and lets a hand fall back to grip the back of your thigh, or at least try to.

“Shit-“

You cum with your hips as flush against Jayce as possible, moaning his name.

Mel is almost surprised by Jayce’s level of pliantness as she curls one of her legs towards herself so Viktor can get his dick closer to Jayce’s mouth.

“Jayce-“

You notice how much thicker Viktor’s accent gets, and how he strokes himself with more vigour now that he’s making eye contact with Jayce, who squints his eyes and furrows his eyebrows as he feels Mel tug his head back after noticing it beginning to fall forwards.

Short of a few unintelligible noises and whines against Viktor’s thumb, Jayce’s dick spurts another load of cum against the sofa (thank god for the leather).

You watch as he writhes slightly and braces himself for Viktor’s release- he cums across Jayce’s tongue, some getting on his cheek and down his chin. Viktor sneers down at Jayce as he feels his lips shut around his thumb before Mel eases his head back, cleaning his thumb of any of his own cum.

“Cumslut…”

His thumb slides out of his mouth, then starts gathering some of his cum from around Jayce’s chin.

“‘nd nothing less…”

It’s Jayce’s turn to grin at Viktor as he licks his thumb clean and swallows thickly. Both of their eyes darken as Jayce parts his lips for Viktor to see. You notice as Mel starts climbing off of the sofa.

“It’s getting late, we should start cleaning up.”

She raises an eyebrow and smiles as she points a finger down to Jayce specifically, he lets out a half-assed chuckle as he drops his head to rest in his arms.

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“Are your hips going to be okay Jayce? I think bruises may start to show in the next few days.”

Three of you sit on the now pristine sofa (you’re not about to get caught for something like ‘Genital Excretions found on Academy Property’), with at least the majority of cum cleaned off of you guys. Mel’s busy fixing her dress back into place though, standing just in front of you.

“Agh, I’ll be alright. I’ll just stick to high-waisted trousers for a bit, you know, to keep my belts from digging in.”

He shrugs and smiles, resting his head on Viktor’s shoulder while watching Mel fix herself up.

“You know, there’s no rush to leave Mel?”

She smoothes down her dress and stands proudly.

“I’ve a meeting to attend with the Academy fairly early in the morning.”

“Ah, that is at 7am I believe?”

Jayce suddenly jumps out of his seat looking like a deer in headlights at Mel and Viktor.

“That’s tomorrow morning?”

“Yes, it is.”

Mel looks at Jayce’s still naked form, eyes trailing up and down. She stoops down, swiping Jayce’s discarded trousers off of the floor and throws them at him. He fumbles for a second before you speak.

“You better get yourself into shape, Golden Boy. Can’t show up looking like that.”

Mel giggles as she watches Jayce tap you on the back of the head, you weren’t wrong though. Viktor only scoffs and smirks at the scene.

“That is no way for Piltover’s-“

“Ahaha, shut it.”