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𝖕𝖇𝖒 @prettybadmagic.bsky.social · 21/07/2026

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐫. 𝐌𝐫𝐤𝐨𝐬 chapter 5 a scifi au ft academy jayce/commune viktor for the @hexcoproject.bsky.social remix art by @wreviller.bsky.social 🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/872100...

𝖕𝖇𝖒 @prettybadmagic.bsky.social · 14/07/2026

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐫. 𝐌𝐫𝐤𝐨𝐬 chapter 4 a scifi au ft academy jayce/commune viktor for the @hexcoproject.bsky.social remix art by @wreviller.bsky.social 🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/872100...

𝖕𝖇𝖒 @prettybadmagic.bsky.social · 07/07/2026

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐫. 𝐌𝐫𝐤𝐨𝐬 chapter 3 a scifi au ft academy jayce/commune viktor for the @hexcoproject.bsky.social remix art by @wreviller.bsky.social 🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/872100...

𝖕𝖇𝖒 @prettybadmagic.bsky.social · 29/06/2026

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐫. 𝐌𝐫𝐤𝐨𝐬 chapter 2 a scifi au ft academy jayce/commune viktor for the @hexcoproject.bsky.social remix art by @wreviller.bsky.social 🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/872100...

𝖕𝖇𝖒 @prettybadmagic.bsky.social · 29/06/2026

TOMORROW

𝖕𝖇𝖒 @prettybadmagic.bsky.social · 23/06/2026

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐫. 𝐌𝐫𝐤𝐨𝐬 a scifi au ft academy jayce/commune viktor for the @hexcoproject.bsky.social remix art by @wreviller.bsky.social 🔗 below

𝖕𝖇𝖒 @prettybadmagic.bsky.social · 20/04/2026

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𝖕𝖇𝖒 @prettybadmagic.bsky.social · 20/04/2026

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𝖕𝖇𝖒 @prettybadmagic.bsky.social · 14/04/2026

additional m4m news: i will be releasing an epub version on the same day as the print version. there will be TWO methods of acquiring the ebook. 💿it will be available on lulu for $6.69 (har har) 💿it will be available free of charge via telegram details below 👇

𝖕𝖇𝖒 @prettybadmagic.bsky.social · 10/04/2026

it took a village to get this far - shout out to ren for editing, r. rubrifolia for the chapter art, and mali.sok for the cover! very excited to share the final result of everyone's hard work ❤️

𝖕𝖇𝖒 @prettybadmagic.bsky.social · 10/04/2026

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𝖕𝖇𝖒 @prettybadmagic.bsky.social · 01/03/2026

🖥️ 𝙢𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙚 4 𝙢𝙖𝙣 🖥️ 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 coming in april

𝖕𝖇𝖒 @prettybadmagic.bsky.social · 28/02/2026

BIG THINGS COMING STAY TUNED

𝖕𝖇𝖒 @prettybadmagic.bsky.social · 20/02/2026

jayce be normal about your coworker challenge level impossible

𝖕𝖇𝖒 @prettybadmagic.bsky.social · 17/01/2026

hockeygof

𝖕𝖇𝖒 @prettybadmagic.bsky.social · 09/01/2026

𝗽𝘂𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗴𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀 a jayvik kink club au ch4 🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/72600001

𝖕𝖇𝖒 @prettybadmagic.bsky.social · 08/01/2026

wip wednesday why not

“Have you ever had sex?”

“No, I have not. Have you?”

Viktor turns his head to peek up at Jayce, whose half-lidded eyes focus dazedly on Viktor’s face.

“Just a couple of blowjobs.”

A thin wheeze escapes Viktor’s throat: he loves blowjobs. He wants one very badly. It would be the ideal experiment as far as he’s concerned.

“Can I, eh, have one?” he asks.

“Oh, I didn’t give them. I like, got them.”

“You have a mouth, Jayce.”

Jayce laughs, clasping the back of his neck.

“Um, I can’t really think straight right now. You’re like, so hot. Sorry. I’m just dying to kiss you. It’s driving me crazy.”

𝖕𝖇𝖒 @prettybadmagic.bsky.social · 01/01/2026

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙂𝙊𝘼𝙏 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙂𝙤𝙩𝙝 jayvik hockey au 🔗https://archiveofourown.org/works/76871256

𝖕𝖇𝖒 @prettybadmagic.bsky.social · 29/12/2025

nooo don't piss urself pubby jayce

Dog Jayce doesn’t laugh. He laps up the water, so much that it distends his stomach. It makes him wonder just how much pee can hold before his bladder maxes out. Like will the liquid stay in his stomach after that? Does it bloat all his veins? He’s surely getting close to the limit. If he doesn’t concentrate, he’s afraid he’ll let out little spurts of pee. He paws at himself as much as he’s allowed, until Master says, “Cut that out.”

Jayce becomes whiny. He can’t use words to convey the urgency to Master, so he has to use gestures. He butts into Master’s calf, but Master swats him away. He’s forced to climb onto the couch, which could end really terribly, really wet. He noses into Master’s hands, where he holds his book.

“What is it, pet? You’re in quite a state.”

Jayce woofs and glances over his shoulder, in the direction of the bathroom.

“I need fifteen minutes,” Master says. “Can you wait that long?”

𝖕𝖇𝖒 @prettybadmagic.bsky.social · 26/12/2025

omega viktor is a little incontinent... alpha jayce can smell it ofc 😌

“Morning, V.”

Jayce bustles into the lab, two mugs of coffee in hand. He’s already learned that Viktor self abnegates in the name of science, and it helps to have a partner who doesn’t mind the hustle and bustle of the shared kitchen down the hall. He knows Viktor likes his coffee doctored with heavy cream and five spoonfuls of sugar. Stereotypical omega.

And then there’s Jayce, a stereotypical alpha, wired to provide. He sets the mugs down on the two clear patches of the table designated for beverages, otherwise blueprints and notebooks and drafting tools cover the surface.

He drags a stool beside Viktor’s and hooks his hand around Viktor’s waist. Firm fingers nestle just-so in the patch of belly where Viktor’s womb resides, vacant.

“Oh—” Viktor startles, and before he can reign in his pelvic floor, a small spurt of pee shoots into his briefs. It comes with a curt, audible shhh sound that makes both of them go stiff.

Out of the corner of his eye, Viktor witnesses Jayce's nostrils flare.

Viktor’s body is as always, doomed to fail. Not even his suppressants can spare him the humiliation of autonomic functions, because in lieu of slick, he tends to excrete piss. A new feature he developed since he began working in close proximity with an alpha, a suppressed alpha, but an alpha nonetheless. No drug could distract his body from the six feet and three inches of virile potential that shares his laboratory.

On an intellectual level, he finds himself deferring to Jayce’s opinions, listening intently, gleaning his words and general presence like a flower absorbing rays of sunshine. Within two weeks of partnership, he's managed to rub his cheek on Jayce's sleeve a half dozen times. An absent gesture that he pairs with deep trains of thought—one moment he’s chewing on a perplexing morsel, the next he’s nose-down in Jayce’s bicep, no closer to solving his dilemma.

He excuses himself from these situations with a nervous laugh and an apology that good-natured Jayce always accepts. He’s prone to his own biological quirks, the biggest offender being his penchant for touch. As it turns out, one measly pill a day can prevent a rut, can dull scent to near invisibility, but it does not bind one's hands nor command their feet. And so, Jayce is always nearby. Always breathing onto the downy fuzz at the nape of Viktor’s neck and fidgeting with the buckle on the back of Viktor's uniform vest.

Viktor has not skipped his own pills. He knows he’s safe from the utter betrayal of heat and has been for many years. Yet the ghost of that sensation—the warmth, the internal ache—simmers in his blood, as if to indicate that he should be suffering heat.

That is to say, his uterus is tender. Itchy, aware of itself, and certainly in no state to be prodded by large alpha hands.

“Apologies,” Viktor says at last, perturbed by Jayce's uncharacteristic silence. Blush burns from his sternum to the tips of his ears—how embarrassing to piss himself at work, under an alpha’s nose. “I do not believe I am in a fit state to be touched.”

“Heat?” Jayce queries.

It’s so aggravatingly alpha of him to resort to brutish, one word replies. Viktor peeks up at him, only to find his golden eyes dilated to black voids, inside which Viktor’s reflection glimmers like a pale star.

“Jayce,” Viktor warns. “You know full well that I am medicated.”

Jayce shakes his head and rubs his eyes with forefinger and thumb. “Right, yeah. Sorry. Sorry. Do you—can I—”

Viktor cannot sniff out his intent, only watch the poor man try to formulate a thought, as if he’s the incontinent one with urine-damp underwear. Classic omega behavior—his body found a way to produce a fluid that flusters, distracts, forces nearby alphas into a state of delirium. Jayce is rosier than usual, the apples of his cheeks truly living up to their namesake.

“This happens a lot,” he says. Curse him and his direct communication. “Are you that frightened of me?”

“It is, eh, compulsive. And relatively new. I may need to see my physician to remedy the issue. I hope it isn’t too distracting.”

Jayce finally removes his hand from Viktor’s waist, though he unsubtly runs his fingers beneath his nose before pinching its bridge.

“I don’t know if I can work like this.”

“Are you offended by me?”

“Offended?”

Jayce takes hold of Viktor’s wrist, his thumb quick to press into the gland that pulses beneath thin skin.

“Viktor, I’m—I’m overcome. I’m—well. I’m attracted to you. I can smell you through your suppressants—your soap, your breath, your—” He glances at Viktor’s crotch, moist at its junction. “Well, it’s strong to me.”

Hm, yes. Quite the predicament—attraction in the workplace. A terrible hindrance to the progress of Hextech, one that has worried Viktor since the very day he partnered with an alpha. Can they supersede their biology to change lives?

No, absolutely not. And if they can’t fight it, well—

“Do you think, eh, having sex with one another would solve the issue?”

Jayce vigorously nods. He grasps Viktor’s other wrist and plunges his thumb straight into his gland. Slobber glistens on his canines when he bares them in a wide grin.

“Where? When?”

Viktor tips his head toward the table.

“If we lock the door and clear this thing off, I believe it will do.”

𝖕𝖇𝖒 @prettybadmagic.bsky.social · 23/12/2025

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐞'𝐬 𝐒𝐨𝐧 jayvik stepmother/son au 🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/76125691

𝖕𝖇𝖒 @prettybadmagic.bsky.social · 09/12/2025

𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗰𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗸𝗶𝘁𝘁𝘆 a jayvik OF au for @mgcraig.bsky.social 🔗https://archiveofourown.org/works/75471126

𝖕𝖇𝖒 @prettybadmagic.bsky.social · 16/10/2025

𝗽𝘂𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗴𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀 a jayvik kink club au 🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/72600001

𝖕𝖇𝖒 @prettybadmagic.bsky.social · 04/09/2025

𝙫𝙞𝙠𝙩𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙟𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙮 an m4m story viktor's wildest dreams come true... archiveofourown.org/works/70315091

𝖕𝖇𝖒 @prettybadmagic.bsky.social · 18/08/2025

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.

𝖕𝖇𝖒 @prettybadmagic.bsky.social · 13/08/2025

alpha jayce to the rescue ❣️ fic coming monday

𝖕𝖇𝖒 @prettybadmagic.bsky.social · 12/08/2025

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."

𝖕𝖇𝖒 @prettybadmagic.bsky.social · 05/08/2025

omegaverse shenanigans

𝖕𝖇𝖒 @prettybadmagic.bsky.social · 01/08/2025

𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 jayvik canonverse one-shot ft drunk sex and its consequences archiveofourown.org/works/68481641

𝖕𝖇𝖒 @prettybadmagic.bsky.social · 18/07/2025

sorry forgot to crosspost....but bsky deserves to know too....

𝖕𝖇𝖒 @prettybadmagic.bsky.social · 17/07/2025

𝙢𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙚 4 𝙢𝙖𝙣 ch8 basement dweller viktor / golden boy influencer jayce archiveofourown.org/works/644005...

𝖕𝖇𝖒 @prettybadmagic.bsky.social · 16/07/2025

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?”

𝖕𝖇𝖒 @prettybadmagic.bsky.social · 14/07/2025

“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.”

𝖕𝖇𝖒 @prettybadmagic.bsky.social · 14/07/2025

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—”

𝖕𝖇𝖒 @prettybadmagic.bsky.social · 11/07/2025

jayce has a lot of feelings 🥺

𝖕𝖇𝖒 @prettybadmagic.bsky.social · 04/07/2025

𝙢𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙚 4 𝙢𝙖𝙣 ch7 basement dweller viktor / golden boy influencer jayce archiveofourown.org/works/644005...

𝖕𝖇𝖒 @prettybadmagic.bsky.social · 03/07/2025

coming up....

𝖕𝖇𝖒 @prettybadmagic.bsky.social · 29/06/2025

jayce talis

𝖕𝖇𝖒 @prettybadmagic.bsky.social · 27/06/2025

jayce pov post chapter six

𝖕𝖇𝖒 @prettybadmagic.bsky.social · 19/06/2025

𝙢𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙚 4 𝙢𝙖𝙣 ch6 basement dweller viktor / golden boy influencer jayce archiveofourown.org/works/644005...

𝖕𝖇𝖒 @prettybadmagic.bsky.social · 18/06/2025

M4M TOMORROW it's going down.....

𝖕𝖇𝖒 @prettybadmagic.bsky.social · 18/06/2025

jayce post m4m ch5 pov golden boy has feelings !!!

𝖕𝖇𝖒 @prettybadmagic.bsky.social · 14/06/2025

𝙢𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙚 4 𝙢𝙖𝙣 basement dweller viktor / golden boy influencer jayce archiveofourown.org/works/64400530

𝖕𝖇𝖒 @prettybadmagic.bsky.social · 20/10/2024

it's writing itself 😵‍💫

𝖕𝖇𝖒 @prettybadmagic.bsky.social · 19/10/2024

wholesome father son moment 😌