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Can I ask you for headcannons about a beach day with s/o and desperados?

Love your blog btw! 💕

i’ll let the character limit slide since i love love love this trope ! but please remember my 4 character rule for hcs /pos ! 💖💞

Armstrong had managed to secure a small piece of a beachfront for the crew after a particularly large achievement. Both Monsoon and Sam joke about being in some weird anime while Sundowner grabs and lobs Khamsin into the ocean. Mistral is in the water quicker than anyone expects, and stays in longer than everyone else. Armstrong is taking advantage of this time off to sunbathe and, as he would put it, “Throw around the ol’ pigskin”.

Monsoon doesn’t go into the water, at all. He’s like a cat in this sense and there is no way you can get him to go in, save for you being in danger. Buries you in sand to make you look like a mermaid, or octopus, or a Gekko.

Sam spends the day dragging you into the water with him every hour, chasing Mistral out of the water for scaring you, and sparring with Sundowner. He’ll also be using this opportunity to show off for you, with Monsoon and Khamsin in the back fucking with him.

Mistral leads you into the water with her, not at all being rough like she would with the others. Swimming with her is like another kind of dance, she turns into a whole different creature in the water as she guides you through waves currents.

Sundowner is reliving childhood by building sandcastles! He'll also be playing football-tag with Armstrong and Khamsin, but at least you can participate in sandcastle building without being smushed. His are clumsy-looking, but sturdy enough to survive being next to the waves, much like himself you point out.

Armstrong's relaxing, more than likely, with a new paper or book. Sit next to him, he snuck in drinks for just you two to share! You might be able to convince him to go swimming with you, though it's not his favorite and he won't stay in the water long.

Khamsin likes throwing you into the water, as well as wrecking Sundowner's castles and being a general nuisance. Invites you to play football-tag with him, but only goes easy on you for the first couple of rounds.

The night ends when Khamsin ends up getting stung by a jellyfish, it was funny at first but after a while he kept complaining about the pain, so Armstrong called for a tiltrotor to come 'round to pick everyone up, ruining your plans for a group bonfire :(

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Spellbound Shackles (Sylas/Reader)

Sorry for the many delays on this one, but I powered through to get this edited and up today! As per my usual with these, there is smut in this one, so people are warned!

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“You’re a demon!” the frightened woman screamed, scrambling to grasp at the stone wall behind her to pull herself up from the ground.

“Submit to custody or I will be forced to restrain you,” you ordered, voice cold as ice.

“You’re a monster!” she screeched, eyes darting around, but no escape was to be found in the dead end alley. “Are you even human?”

You didn’t reply, only stared at her, watching for any signs of the fight you knew would be coming. You saw it in her eyes first, then in her fingers, twitching as she readied a blast of magic to try and hurtle your way to allow her a chance to escape your pursuit.

But she didn’t have the experience that you had. The second her fingers twitched, you sent a blast of ice her way, quickly pinning her hands to the wall behind her, those twitching fingers now encased in thick ice. Struggle as she may, her flight had now been ended.

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Devil's Food(Vergil x Fem!reader)

Warning: smuttiness, sex, rough sex, oral sex(fem and male receving) porn with almost no plot, devil fucking, DT fucking, monster fucking, unprotected sex, creampie(A large one at that). Word count: 2,010 Pairings: Vergil x Fem!Reader Summary: Reader is a little worried about Vergil when she doesn't hear from him in a week. Turns out, he's trying to work through his own problem. Good thing for him, she's willing to do anything to make him feel better. A/N: Please note, I haven't actually finished all the DMC games. I just have an unhealthy obsession with these damn twins(and maybe a few others). I was inspired by @beneathstarryskies, who wrote me a wonderful DT Dante smut fic for my birthday. I hope you all enjoy, and please be gentle. I'm still trying to get a feel for writing Vergil.

Vergil has always been quiet. But lately, it seems it’s even more than usual. You haven’t seen him in a few days and he’s usually one to make time for you. Even though your relationship is new, you’ve been friends for some time and usually, Vergil comes to you. You think maybe you need to give him space, because even though you don’t always know what’s going on inside his head, you know that Vergil has had a more than troubled past. He needs space and alone time sometimes.

By the end of the week, you find yourself very concerned about your boyfriend. You haven’t heard from him since last week. Your busy work schedule has prevented you from being able to visit him at Devil May Cry. But now that you’ve got some days off, you decide to head over to the shop to see him. You feel nervous and almost a little guilty about not trying to call, but you’ve been so busy and you didn’t think too much of it when this all began.

At the shop, you’re met by Dante. He seems a little troubled himself, but once he sees you, he’s doing all he can to stop you from going upstairs into Vergil’s room. You’re a little upset about this, considering that you are so worried for Vergil. Dante frowns, blocking the access to the stairs.

“Don’t go up there. You could be in danger if you do.”

You scoff, “Don’t be ridiculous, I need to make sure he’s alright. I haven’t heard from him all week.”

Dante crosses his arms over his chest, clearly not caring about what you have to say. He’s not going to let you go upstairs.

“He’s going through something right now. It’s not safe.”

You only know a little bit about the devils, but Vergil had mentioned a breeding cycle once upon a time ago. He did teach you a little about devils, but most of your knowledge is from him or from some of the stuff Dante has explained to you. You’ve never seen Vergil during his breeding cycle, but your relationship(including the intimate parts) is still fresh and new.

“What do you mean? How could it not be safe?”

Dante frowns, “He has been asking for you, but he’s in heat. It could be so dangerous, you have no idea.”

Dante has always been a little protective over you. Ever since you met him, he’s always seen you as the little sister he’s never had. And you thought of him as your older brother, which made the two of you really close. He’s the one who introduced you to Vergil, thinking that the two of you were a perfect match.

You feel guilty. You know that Vergil probably needed you so much, and yet you couldn’t make a little time for him during your busy week. Dante sees the grief written all over your face, and he places his hand on your shoulder comfortingly.

“Don’t beat yourself up, Vergil likes to hide when he’s in heat. He doesn’t like to ask for help, and you know that.”

You sigh softly, “I know. I still feel bad. Maybe I could help him now.”

“He can be volatile. When we go in heat, the need to breed is very high. We can’t always control ourselves.”

You smirk, “It’s okay, Dante. I’m a big girl.”

He chuckles nervously. He knows he’ll never really be able to convince you to stay downstairs with him while Vergil rides this out. So, he moves aside and lets you go up the stairs. He decides to stay in the office, just in case something bad happens. He turns on the jukebox just a little louder, trying to drown out any sounds of passion.

The closer you get to his room, the more you can hear noises. Grunting and growling fills the hallway as you get right in front of Vergil’s door. You press your ear to it, and the sounds are amplified. You shudder, a wave of arousal washing over you, You aren’t sure exactly what you’re walking into, and this both scares and excites you. You know no matter what, you’ll be getting fucked stupid and there’s just no doubt about it.

You knock first, but he doesn’t clearly notice or hear it. Then you let yourself peek inside, and you see him. He’s on the bed, feverish and wild eyed. He’s furiously jerking off, growling your name. As soon as he spots you, he jumps up from the bed and grabs you. You’re pinned to the wall in an instant, shuddering softly.

“I’m sorry, I was just worried about you, and I wanted to make su—”

You’re interrupted by a very rough and bruising kiss. Vergil’s cock is leaking, and he’s grinding his hips against you. He feels extremely hot to the touch, and you know he needs you now more than ever. You’ve just never experienced anything quite like this.

“Didn’t Dante tell you to keep away?” Vergil demands to know, and you whine softly when he nips at your bottom lip.

“Vergil, please. I just want to help.”

Within seconds, you’re thrown onto his bed. You look up at him wide eyed, and he swears his cock grows impossibly hard. There are flashes of blue energy going around in the room, and you’re wondering just how deep you’ve gotten yourself into this mess. 

“You want to help me? You think you can help this?”

He gestures to his cock, which is rock hard and leaking. You swallow hard, and then you nod. You crawl over to him, and he gets closer to you. Without another word, he grips onto your hair and pulls you as close to him as he can get you. His other hand cups your cheek, squeezing them slightly to have you open your mouth.

“Take my cock, sparrow. I need you to help me.”

His voice has calmed down a little, but he still looks so feverish. You comply, opening your mouth for him. Your lips wrap around the head, but he pushes you down so your nose is pressed up against his pubic bone. You whine softly, the vibrations going through Vergil’s cock. He holds you close to him, relishing in the sensation of you around his cock. It helps soothe some of his neediness.

“Good girl. Such a good little girl for me.”

You love the praise he has for you. Usually, he can be a little rough and impatient with you, but even when he’s in heat and using your mouth, you know that he still loves you so much.

It’s not long before you hear him swearing and there’s more flashes of blue light. He pulls off of you just in time, only for a burst of energy to knock you back. Your eyes widen when the blue light begins to dissipate and you're met with the sight of Vergil in his devil form. You’ve never seen him like this, though you’ve heard stories about this form. 

The skin looks so rough and scaled, but it’s the large cock that takes your attention. Your mouth waters as you watch it throb, a luminescent blue liquid leaks out of the top. You swear you can smell a soft peppermint scent, but you think maybe you’re just losing your mind at this point.

“My mate. Mine.” Vergil growls, pushing you onto the bed. 

Already, he was towering over you. But now, he’s enormous. You aren’t even sure how to react to all of this. It seems like you’re growing aroused the more your eyes take him in.

His large hands push your thighs apart, and you tremble softly when his claws drag against you. Within seconds, all your clothing is ripped to shreds. You squeak softly, clutching the sheets beneath you. He pulls you by the ankles to come down to him, and you feel his large cock prodding your pussy.

“Wait, I can’t take you like this. Please, Vergil, I want to help.”

He takes a moment to process what you’re alluding to. He huffs softly, before he bends you in half and lets his tongue come down to lap at your pussy. The first few strokes have you reeling. You can barely form a coherent thought. Your mind is becoming even fuzzier with lust. Never have you felt like this before.

“‘Taste so good. So good.”

You whine when you feel his tongue penetrating you, making you quiver all around the appendage. With a few more strokes of his tongue, you’re coming undone. Whines and whimpers rip from your throat, and you buck against his mouth. Vergil keeps a hold on you, and he continues to lick you from ass to clit as your orgasm subsides slowly. 

Finally, you’re picked up without a second thought. You squeal when you feel him flip you onto your hands and knees. You think about how animalistic this position is, and you can feel yourself growing even wetter. His large hand presses against your back as the other guides his ridged cock to your dripping hole. The head manages to get in, but not much more. You feel some resistance, and you whine.

“Can't do it. Too big. Too fucking big, Vergil.”

You hear him growl, and then with a few more shallow thrusts from him, half of it comes sliding into you. You cry out, feeling the burn of the stretch. It feels amazing, otherworldly even. Your eyes roll back and you can feel your knees growing weak. Vergil holds you up, gripping your hips so he can have the best angle to start pounding into you. Soft whines erupt from you, making him even more aroused.

Already, you feel so close to the edge. You’ve never had anything this big penetrate you. You’re too weak to move, but Vergil keeps a very good grip on you as he begins pounding himself into you. The more he fucks you, the wetter you get. The extra lubrication makes it easy for the rest of his cock to slide into you. When he’s finally sheathed fully inside of you, you hear him let out a loud grunt.

“Good little mate.”

Your heart flutters. Even in this form, he’s got such strong feelings for you. He keeps you in this position for a little longer, but not before flipping you onto your back and pressing your legs up to your chest. This way, you’re in the perfect mating press. You mewl when you feel him begin pumping into you again, and your hand comes down to rub your clit.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” You cry out, and Vergil slams into you even harder.

Your juices begin gushing everywhere as the coil in your stomach snaps. The room is filled with your cries and his loud growling. The smell of you seems to spur him on even more, and you can feel his large cock throbbing inside of you.

A few more thrusts, and he’s grunting. Hot spurts of cum fill you up, seeming to never end as you whine and moan. Vergil keeps a tight grip on you, his cock thrusting into you over and over and over. You swear you can hear him grunting things like “good little pussy” and “my fucking mate. All mine.” but you aren’t sure if your mind is just playing tricks on you. His seed overflows, leaking out of you before he’s even done depositing it all within you. 

Finally, he pulls out of you and roars loudly, clearly aroused by the look of your pussy so full of his seed. A few flashes of blue light, and Vergil is back to his human form. He smirks when he sees the state you’re in. His mind is a little less foggy with lust and he feels like you’ve really helped him. Two of his fingers come down to your ruined pussy, and he does his best to plug his cum deep inside of you.

“I knew you’d enjoy being bred properly.”

Could you do headcannons of theDMC5 Sparta boys(Nero too plz) having a piece of your clothing and smelling/senting it while they’re getting off? Like say it’s close too their heat and you’re not around

Love your work btw!

Thank you so much I'm glad you like my work! Usually when someone asks Sparda boys in a request I usually would include V as well but since he's Vergil's human half and all, not a hybrid, he wouldn't go through heats of course so he wouldn't be included in this request! Nero's part did get a little bit longer compared to the other two parts than I originally planned 😅 but I still hope you enjoy!

CW: I don't take A/B/O dynamics requests but since I've seen plenty other other fellow dmc writers on tumblr write that demons go through heats and the monster fucker part of me is at least on board with that much but not delving any further this is the closest to A/B/O that I'll write. So if this type of writing makes you uncomfortable please don't read the following! Otherwise I hope it came out okay.

(This work includes: gender neutral!reader)

(NSFW under the cut as always)

Vergil

It's a late afternoon one day when Vergil find himself alone in the office; with Dante out on a job with Nero and you went out shopping with Lady, Trish, Kyrie not that long after. It wasn't very often that Vergil got time for himself these days, after all the Red Grave Incident even after all this time still really affected the world with demon infestations meaning they're to be plenty of jobs to do and after Vergil's realization and guilt he felt as V - he's more than willing to help out and do what he can, even if it means hours and hours of work each day. So it's actually you who told him to take to day off and despite the long back and forth the two of you had he's taken it; today he can just sit down with a nice cup of tea and loose himself in the same pages of Blake's words just as he did as a child.

However something's slightly off that keeps preventing him from that relaxation.

No matter how many times he sits and loose himself in his book he has to readjust himself - switching back and forth between crossing his legs differently and rotating from sitting back against the back of his chair to hunching over, leaning ridiculously far on either armrest. Something still felt off.

Then suddenly he feels suddenly like the hottest circle of hell throughout the entire office - first he takes off his coat thinking that will be the simplest solution but to no avail, then he goes over to the old rocky AC that is littered full of Dante sized fist holes all over the sides of the damn thing but then he remember he's no good with human technology and the last time he touched something of the sort you screamed at him for days about having to buy a new washer, so he just goes with opening a few windows. Something still felt off.

Then it's as he goes to sit back in his chair to finally go back to his reading escape from whatever discomfort he's feeling that he really takes a good look at his surroundings; all the pizzas boxes, the dirty clothes, the tossed aside paperwork, the dust collections on every top shelf - the entire place was a pigsty no wonder why he can't truly make himself relax! No matter how much that Lowell girl helps clean up this drivel mess his buffoon of a brother will always make it right like it was before in no times flat. He should've expected as much, it was exactly the same when they were children. And like when they were children; it wouldn't be long before the mess bothered him so much that he found himself cleaning it up.

It doesn't take long before the front office, kitchen, and many other rooms of the shop are cleaned...or well at least more presentable than what they were; surfaces dusted and polished, trashed discarded, work papers sorted and went through, floors swept and mopped, loose cash and coins picked up and stashed the old piggy bank Dante was given a few christmas' ago from Patty on top of the cabinet, dishes (manually) washed and put away, and finally the laundry from the floor and the rest of the house into the hamper in the laundry room (for someone who understands technology to do) However, now Vergil faced a small problem: his inner turmoil of discomfort still has not left him. A swelling ache of heat scorched through his body, something that felt so familiar but something he...couldn't process him going through again, something as with each growing moment he sits on his brother old busted up couch he starts to slowly recognize more and more with each breath that becomes rocky, every shift of his body that shivers straight to his groin, to every drag through his hair to keep himself grounded. Heat. His season.

Given he spent over two decades in a state of mindless corruption under Mundus' hand in hell and all, to say that it's been an extremely long time since the last Vergil experienced a season is...an understatement. Hell, he didn't even know he still could go through one with how badly Nelo Angelo ruined his body; how it corrupted, twisted, and prevented him from taping into any of his real demonic power stronger than sparking summoned swords into existence (and even that took him some time fo relearn and took toll on his body) and turned him...into that thing. It wasn't until V's sacrifice that really fixed him up and made him whole again - maybe the reason why he found himself in the situation he currently finds himself in.

Now even pre-hell Vergil never really sought out to quell his seasonal needs, it was always some thing he could manage himself by either fighting hordes and hordes of strong demons for the heat's entirety or (and begrudgingly) treat by his own hand, those were the only two options and he refused to find a human partner one: because he felt himself above the sort and two: humans and too fragile and weak to deal with the sort, he can only imagine how much he could possibly hurt you if he even tried - oh that's right, that's another thing, him...somehow explaining this to you. Vergil utters a quiet curse to himself at the predicament. His father damn it all.

With a growl low in his chest and the voice of his inner demon starting to scream at him his eyes hit the floor and a piece of (color) fabric catches his attention. Picking it up he recognizes it instantly: it's one of your shirts, one he must've missed in his clean up. A big part of him wants to get up and put it with the rest of the clothes in the hamper, but even so he finds himself not being able too with how...good it smells. Now Vergil is more than familiar with your scent, for the longest time it's come to be as a comfort to him but right now...he's never smelled something so sweet? Has it...always been this sweet? No this is his demonic hormones driving him out of control, Vergil stop it - he has to mentally tell himself. But yet he can't help but bring the clothing to his face, truly basking in that warm sense of comfort and safety you bring to him.

It's not one of Vergil's...brightest moments, him locked up in his torn apart room with his mattress clawed to shreds with the sharp dark navy talons sprouted on his partial triggered hands desperately working himself while face first into your shirt, with all the growls and roars mixed in with whines and choked out moans that he would normally hide all out in the open.

Your scent smells so fucking good and with every pump of his triggered cock thrusting mindlessly into his own hand he imagines exactly what he would be doing to you if you were here right now. How much he wants mark up your delicate flesh with his teeth from head to toe, to show any other competition, just how good you had it - how you truly belonged to a Son of Sparda and exactly who they would be up against if they tried anything. He wants to fill you up so much his scent of his come in you would to reek to any other demon out there for miles and miles even days after it's gone. He wants to to fit the entirety of himself inside you and to watch you absolutely squirm around it only for him to pull the entirety of himself out and slam it back in to get you to scream. He wants to fuck into you so deep with his wings cocoons around you two and get right up against your ear and whisper every single bit of praise from the bottom of his heart to the second you both meet your end just so you can just realize how much he truly cares.

The closer and closer he gets the more he shoves his face in your shirt and looses himself with his amazing he feels. The pure bliss as keeps imagined himself with you, your scent, your loving and soon it turns everything becomes overwhelming that gets humanly tears streaked down his face. He climaxes with a loud growl as electric blue engery snaps through the air as he fully triggers, come dripping and soaking the sheets below in ridiculous amounts that Vergil has to physically hold himself up from passing out. When radiational thought returns to him he unpops DT and looks down at the state he's in and just how shaky and soaked his thighs are. He drags a hand through sweaty silver hair.

20+ years and he never remembered past...experiences feeling that...intense.

Vergil picks up your shirt from off the mattress, your shirt that was stained with sweat, come, and had multiple new probably noticable holes that weren't there before. He felt awful, how was he supposed to...explain this to you? His heat was most definitely not over, especially when his long it's been since he last truly went through it so how was he supposed to explain all of this?! Maybe he could just leave, give the excuse the phone rang with job and he had to - no. He promised you, he was on break today and he wouldn't take any jobs. He needs to be honest with you about it but...he doesn't know how. He wants you, his demon screams it's need for you to be here.

Asking for help is hard for Vergil, I think everyone understands that, so for him to argue with himself enough to get the old rotary phone in his hand to call and ask you to come...help him is definitely hard on the eldest son of Sparda. Guilt swarms through his gut with every shaky punch of the buttons of your number and even more so with every ring that shoots through his ear as he waits for you to pick up but it's at the sound of your voice when you do answer that makes him weak that makes his plea come out everso easily.

"I'm afraid I need your assistance at home."

Dante

Dante spending the entire day in bed wasn't an entirely new concept, just a thing he does time to time on days he 'takes off from work.' It's on one of these days that Dante wakes up clinging to every blanket, pillow, and stuff animal that might be on your bed and just...lays there unmoving.

Day number six of being away your job you took with Trish and still weren't back yet and with how his mood has been lately he was sick of it. Yes, he know he shouldn't feel this way you have your own career and you take your own jobs just like how he does but god damn he missed you so much that he can just sniff you off the scent of you all over the entire bed, that's the reason he gives himself for not wanting to leave and he shoves his face into your pillow. Then a voice a clarity speaks to him; he knew the exact reason why he's thinking this way - season was approaching him.

Now Dante isn't as young as use to be but he does go through heats once every few years instead of every year like he would if he was about twenty years younger. So he's more than use to these hormonal feelings bullshit, the heat scorching through his body as his inner demon demands him to get on something and go at it like something on hell's discovery channel.

You probably won't be back for awhile longer, few more days tops so he'll just have to treat this one himself like he's done time and time again long before you entered the picture. You've been with him through his heats before and while it might be the hottest sex you've ever had during his seasons, this is Dante after all, he can't help the feel any anxiousness he feels every time you take him in devil trigger - one wrong move is all it'll take and you'll be another voice added to the back of his head haunting him, this is why he's never sought out finding a partner to help him during these times and why it took so long for him to accept your help with it in the first place. He does appreciate it, he appreciates you so for absolutely everything you do for him and he would give you the entire world if you just ask but, a part of it is his...hesitance he's always had with his demonic side. Yes over the years he's come more to terms with it and understand it, hell even to a point where he's surpassed his father but-

Nah, whatever thoughts he was thinking he's not in the mood to think about it any further, just more in favor to reach a hand out to the teddy bear laid on your spot on your side of the bed, it's little beady eye staring back at him.

Dante won you that bear on one of your first dates through a carnival that came through town, you loved this thing so damn every single night since has it shared the bed with you two that the fact it long lost it's right eye became less creepy at some point. Now it just laid next to one of your old shirts staring soullessly back at him, smelling just like you. There's definitely not beating the real deal but there's most definitely a feeling of solace cuddling next to it. It's nice, like your here next to him.

Your scent smells so good that it he could almost taste you. It's just intoxicating that it sparks the heat through his body and sends aches to his groin that he can't help to thrust his hips to find any type of friction from the mattress below but nothing quelling it. A low growl leaves his lips as he he feel his teeth morphing in his mouth and his fingertips starting to sharpen. A loud purr ruptures through his throat as he nuzzle the scent of you; the strongest hit if it coming from the shirt that he can't help but to pick up and absorb your scent. He sighs out a curse, alright this is going to get ugly, Teddy doesn't need to see this.

His hands work mindlessly at himself and your shirt rests in his mouth, drunk in your scent, his sharp scaly palms are already soaked in his come and leaking to the sheets below after one shaky climax after another but none really itching his need. Hot long orange tongue hangs from mouth as he distortion of his trigger he begs; he wants you home he needs you here right now. He bites down on your shirt and shutters with the ecstacy that of your scent washes over him.

He can just imagine you, barely even able to take his fully triggered cock, straddling his hips carefully not to hurt yourself with all the sharp points that just out the sides of his thighs. Inch by inch you take more and more of it, even with the previous prep it's always too much at first that honestly worries him and makes him ask the question if you wanted to stop but every time you smile at him great big with that beautiful amazing smile and you gently touch his face, even with the face of a demon you look so unbelievable loving at him as you promise you can take him. Inch by inch he goes inside and no matter how much pain you're initially in it's a matter of time before it changes to pleasure and that's the exact moment he loves watching the spark change in your eye and you beg for him to start ploughing you. Sharp claws indented on the flesh of your thighs as he throws your legs up and onto his shoulders to go even deeper if that's even possible, your hands flying to tug and pull on his horns. It's all so good, all so good he could cry with how desperate he wants it.

When he comes he comes with a roar and a sudden rip that goes through the air. After panting down from his high and sizzling off his DT, he finds the source of the ripping shoving in two separate parts that they most definitely weren't in before. Oops. Despite the body shakes still in his system he sits back his knees and looks at the...remains (if you can call it that) of your shirt below him, scratching his head. This one isn't going be be very easy to explain is it? Fuck. Well at least it wasn't your favorite shirt? He doesn't think? Dammit Dante.

"...I guess Trish was right telling how much of a mess you must been in since she could smell it from outside."

Your voice startles the shit out of him, almost making him go back into trigger. You have a small tired smile on your face as you stand in the door way, looking at the mess your love is in before you. Before he can even flip the switch to turn the situation around, your scent stronger than any shirt can be, is it sweetest in person. The most comforting. The younger son of Sparda can feel himself turn into mush as you slowly approach closer, yanking your shirt over your head and kicking the bedroom door close behind you with your the heel of your foot.

The moment you stand in front of the bed, you eye your shredded shirt before you can't help but struggle to contain the giggles in your throat.

"That bad, huh?"

"More than you can believe, babe."

Nero

Nero of course hasn't had his devil trigger for long, now only for a short year and there seems to be new stuff he learns about it every day. Like for instance if you hold the charge in for a good few seconds, the pop of it will kill a a swarm of lower class demons at once, stuff like that - stuff he can learn on his own, nothing that any demon whether it be his father, uncle, Trish, or hell even Lucia taught him.

Now on one hand, he wishes they would give advice (though it's not exactly like he asking for it directly in the first place, of bit of that Sparda awkwardness and all) after all they've all had and been using their demon abilities longer than he has, even if all their powers varies in different abilities (but it's the thought that counts) and maybe he can at learn learn...something from. But then on the other hand, he's okay with them not giving him advice especially with the...awkward situation he finds himself in currently. He would rather die then have that embarrassing conversation with any of them about what the fuck is going on with him currently.

The built-in bathroom in the van is rather quiet small, especially for someone whose Nero's size (Sparda height gene and all) Normally it wouldn't really been an issue, he'd just do his business whenever necessary and leave - you know like a normal person. However, with his current predicament; half triggered and desperately jerking off as inhumanely fast in hopes that whatever the fuck was going on with him would just stop...but no matter how many times he makes himself come and he thinks he's spent - that swelling hear surges right back through his body and hardens his cock once more, he quickly found himself becoming claustrophobic shut up in the small room.

How long had he been in here? He wasn't sure. He had to stop at some point; you, Kyrie, Nico, and the kids were inside probably worried about him over dinner. He'd been feeling this weird feeling in his chest all day, it even got him thrown off his style game during the job you and him took today. He couldn't describe exactly what it was but the...heat, the feelings in his chest, the ache, the need, the smell it just...all seemed to intensify the very moment he to get anywhere near you and when you were his hunting partner so off course it's going to make work difficult for him and it didn't exactly take a genius to figure out whatever this was that was happening to him was some weird demon thing. How was he supposed to bring up something like that to you? He didn't, just made his space and tried not to think about it and that's why he stayed out here to work on the van in the first place to clear his thoughts and maybe this...demon thing would just settle being away from you awhile.

Spoiler warning; it didn't. Only made it worse to the point he got so dizzy he had to go inside of the vehicle and sit on the couch, heat tearing through and ripping through his body and leaving him to feel himself as his limb slowly start to uncontrollably trigger; talons ripping from his fingertips and long white hair sprouting out and cascading over his scaly shoulders. Oh and there was a thick barbed dick unsheathing and leaking out of him. That was new.

Things go by...shamefully fast. One minute he's on the couch in discovery of...well demon dick and the next he's shoved and locked himself in the bathroom going to town on himself. His grunts, his whimpers, everything seems to spill out from his lips in distorted need, no matter how hard he tries to keep them to himself every pump of his hand as he imagines himself pummeling into you as you grab nothing but fist fulls of his snowy locks and beg him to go harder and faster fill you up until there's nothing left of you that hasn't been seeped with his come.

Aquamarine arms from his shoulders and a mind of their own scoop down and grab something from the floor before what they grab gets shoved into his human hands. Nero pants down from his last high before he looks down - even before he's aware of what it is your scent absolutely just slaps him in the face. It was one of you shirts, soaked in dried demon blood from a previous job and meant to be thrown into the hamper for Kyrie's special washing cycle specifically for dirtied hunting clothes. The youngest Sparda looked down to it with a shaky sigh as your scent continued to tickle and seduce his demons instinct desires, the occasional red orb falling from the clothing and clinkering to the floor.

Shame heats his face as one spectral hand pump the fabric around his cock, his eyes slammed shut, one set of fingers cramming any noises from leaving his mouth, pretending that this wasn't just him that it was you instead singing all your praises to him in his ear, making him feel so safe and loved, that he was doing so good for you. That's all it takes to push him over his edge all over the bathroom floor.

He sits there for a good few lingering moments after as the shaking breath of his high begins to settle down. Then realization kicks in. Your shirt now resting on his soften yet half hard cock is completely ruined in his mess. Shame slaps back him right in the face. Fantastic fucking job Nero, he mentally scolds himself as he lifts up your shirt and accesses the state of the material. How exactly was he supposed to get this cleaned without any noticing the big ass fucking stain on it. Oh he wouldn't be able to look you, Kyrie or anyone else in the eyes ever again if they found out. Red scorches his face with guilt. He didn't even know what the hell was wrong with him, he couldn't untrigger no matter how hard he tried, he wanted to be honest with you but how the hell was he supposed to do that if he didn't understand his own body.

"Nero? You okay in there?"

SHIT. SHIT. SHIT. SHIT.

"Kyrie saved you some dinner when you're ready. Nero?"

You knock a couple times on the bathroom door, on the other end Nero desperately scrambles to try and recompose himself.

"Out in a minute!"

Then it hits him that he's in partial DT still when his he hears himself. Shit.

Frantically he looks around the bathroom in search for a hiding place he can put your shirt so he can not deal with the embarrassment and shame right away - as he moves around thrashing against his spectral arms that cling onto the clothing and refuse to let him let the material go, knocking tons of things over off the nearby sink.

"Let go! Let go!" He huffs under his breath.

"Are you sure you're alright?"

He doesn't answer you, too sweeped up in the sudden death match he's having with his extra pair of blue demonic limbs.

"Nero?" You call out, unbeknownst to him your hand moving to slowly open the door revealing the scene occurring in the small bathroom in front of your eyes.

The best way to compare the look on Nero's face was to a deer caught up in headlights with how he his world slowed as your eyes bounced around to several places; your now messy with more than just blood shirt being fought over by two sets of hands that all four belong to the same body, to said body's almost full devil triggered state, to the quickly hardening cock in all of it's spiky barbed glory that dripped of both pre and come that seemed to trail to an even bigger mess on the tile floor. You took a moment to gulp down a breath.

"Look I can explain-" Even though he couldn't, even after all of this he still had no idea what the fuck was going on.

"No it's alright. It's uh...normal thing demons go through after all." Your cheeks flushed. Huh?

You look at Nero with a sigh.

"It's uh...a mating thing demons go through. Lady told me about it, she helps Trish when she goes through with hers."

Nero looks dumbfounded, though you couldn't tell at what piece of information given.

"It's called a heat-"

"Like what dogs go through?!" You hiss through your teeth.

"Yeah I guess if you want to compare it to that-"

"Son of a fuck."

Nero slumps down on the side of the tub and holds his temple muttering down a few curses. You go to sit next to him before he noticeably tenses - you hold up you hands and sit a good amount of space away from him.

He shakes his head before asking how long that this 'heat' will last, you give him an estimation give what Lady has told you about Trish's and tell him about a week or so - though this isn't a good enough answer for him.

"So I'm just supposed to shut my self up here for a week then? (Name), we live with five other people in the house three of those being kids - I can't-" You stop him by leaning over and pressing a sudden kiss to his lip, a kiss he melts against.

"You'll be fine, we'll take care of it, okay? Go and take a break somewhere. But for right now and now...if you want-"

You drift as you slowly make your way onto his lap, hands gripped tightly onto scaly shoulders.

"-we can make the most of it."

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An additional star | Jayce x f!Reader x Viktor

One shot | 18+, minors do not interact | 13k+ words

Summary: After your shower, you were tempted to change into comfy lounge wear to greet a night of full rest. Emphasis on tempted.

Something was sitting at the back of your mind. Not quite sitting, but it was just there, lingering and asking you in a clear, loud voice when it was going to be addressed. You were reminded of it, every time you saw a rounded abdomen, a puppy walking clumsily on its paws, a baby with fat and chubby cheeks laughing at the way a butterfly landed on their nose. You yearned for it, and your chest ached with how much you wanted it. A baby. Your own little star, their gaze shining with genuine wonder for what this world had to offer, its mysteries and secrets.

Or alternatively titled: Jayce and Viktor said that Reader looks very submissive and breedable.

Tags: Established poly relationship, double PinV (yes two dicks), heavy on the breeding kink, a little of manhandling, author is a non-native English speaker so please forgive any weird phrasing and grammar mistakes

Author's Note: Author is trying to cope with a strong baby fever by writing fanfiction about the blorbos. Also again, English is not my first language so forgive any weird phrasing <3 Is this any good? Idk, but I really hope you enjoy this <3 or at least I hope this wasn't written in a cringe way djnvkcsdnvks, because I'm not very experienced with writing smut

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A chilly breeze of the cold winter air awoke you around evening, if the dying sliver of orange covered by a dark blue was any indication. The beautiful royal blue fell over a tiny string of warm tones like a fabric, draped over the city and covering the tall, golden and white buildings of Piltover, like it was kissing the city goodnight. The city lights greeted you, welcoming you back into the world of the living after a warm nap. Enveloped in the softness, the warmth, and the fluffiness of the king-sized bed you usually shared each night in the company of your husbands, Jayce and Viktor. Perfect for this season, when the holidays inevitably came to the streets and covered the cobblestone of the alleys in a thin veil of frost, and the windows became fogged in a contrast between the outside cold and Piltovian’s homes’ coziness.

You glanced at the clock and saw its numbers read 7:02 PM, realizing Viktor and Jayce were probably an hour away from coming home, give or take. They sometimes reminded you of the sun and the moon; Jayce, brash, hot-blooded, warm smiles, tanned skin kissed by the rays falling from the sky. People often basked in his presence, and you couldn’t remember an instance when he wasn’t noticed, admired, worshiped by some, always bringing joy and mirth to those who basked in his sole presence. Meanwhile, Viktor reminded you of the moon, not only in the way he gracefully carried himself, but also his pale skin was reminiscent of the moon itself. People regarded him as cold, but to the ones that paid close attention and opened their eyes he was gentle. His presence a constant, hopeful reminder that there would always be good and gentleness in the dark of the night, in the darkness that could sometimes envelop this world. You could sometimes feel like you were wrapped around them, in your own universe that they kindly shared with you.

Sometime in the past, they used to stay up late in their lab until the darkened circles and bags under their eyes told you their bodies had already given up. They passed out on their desks or the couch they bought specifically for all-nighters, or any surface inside the lab. And you used to go and stay there with them until they decided to wrap up and go to sleep at insane hours, when the moon hung from the sky like a pendant from the chain of a silver necklace, vigilante of everyone’s dreams and secrets told in the silence of the nighttime. They either followed you into your Academy dormitory, crammed in the little space of your double sized bed. Or alternatively, you passed out on the couch, lulled by the sound of chalk tapping the blackboard or sparks from iron being welded. Like they were a gentle song murmured near the shell of your ear, the comfort feeling as familiar as your own home.

However, that hectic timetable changed for the better after your wedding, when they started to come home at reasonable hours and smiling at you, exhausted but smiling and grinning because they reached another breakthrough. Or angry at someone from the council because they weren’t working exactly for the council’s best interests. Or frustrated by one of the many businessmen wanting to sponsor them for their own benefits. Two years later, their regular coming home hour was 8 PM. Not very early in hindsight, but it was better, much better than before. Coming home later than most people, but this time to a warm meal and a hot shower was way better than completely forgetting to eat and smelling from not bathing for a couple of days, with hands trembling by the ungodly amount of caffeine they consumed and their thoughts barely making any sense, nearing exhaustion. You hoped that with time and age, they could reach a reasonable 7 PM or (hopefully) 6 PM, or else you would be old and gray having to drag two elderly men out of their labs to receive a little sunlight and their old-age vitamins.

You realized you didn't have much time left, regardless you were determined to cook a nice if rather quick dinner. First you cut up some potatoes and carrots into cubes, then the pork was chopped into pieces, and you put all of these on a pot to boil, adding a few spices and the secret ingredient: a bottle of dark beer directly into the boiling broth. Then you made sure there was cold lemonade in the ice box for Jayce and you, as you both liked to enjoy a bottle after a hard day of work.

Leaving the stew to simmer, you decided to take a shower before your husbands came home, taking some time to wash off the scent of antiseptic and alcohol from your hair and your skin, from being in the hospital all day. You felt a sense of accomplishment every time you could save a life or even help into bringing a new one into this world safely, just like today. And you felt giddy and ready to enjoy the weekend with your lovers (who could have thought you could persuade them into resting on weekends!).

After your shower, you were tempted to change into comfy lounge wear to greet a night of full rest. Emphasis on tempted.

Something was sitting at the back of your mind. Not quite sitting, but it was just there, lingering and asking you in a clear, loud voice when it was going to be addressed. You were reminded of it, every time you saw a rounded abdomen, a puppy walking clumsily on its paws, a baby with fat and chubby cheeks laughing at the way a butterfly landed on their nose. You yearned for it, and your chest ached with how much you wanted it. A baby. Your own little star, their gaze shining with genuine wonder for what this world had to offer, its mysteries and secrets.

You already knew you wanted to have children since your early twenties, but once you got into a relationship with both Viktor and Jayce, you knew you would have them sometime. The answer that came from three mouths was 'Yes, just later'. When you were almost sure that later would come to you, many things happened around you and almost ended your aspirations of spending the rest of your days with the loves of your life. Almost destroying your own little microcosm. Almost.

Sometime after Viktor turned 31 things took a turn for the worse. He collapsed due to his illness and his prognosis was fatal, terminal, his days counted and your happy days with him suddenly had an expiration date embedded on them. Like he was a star, and suddenly he was shooting out of orbit and rapidly crashing onto the ground with no way to lessen the impact. On his side, Jayce was suffering from an almost mental collapse from his imposed position as a councilor, quite literally losing his sanity and his own identity in the process. Both of them were exhausted, snappy, prone to outbursts and even more prone to making mistakes, a concept seemingly almost alien considering who they were. Dark, tormenting clouds covering the sun, and the shine of the moon nowhere to be seen, for it was not a full, but a new moon. The tensions escalated when their assistant, Sky Young, was almost killed in an accident in the lab, saving herself and Viktor but losing an arm in the process. Jayce fought tooth and nail for Viktor to be able to experiment and find something, something, so he wouldn't be taken away from you two so early, so soon, before you could even manage to see them grow, surpass their own past selves, make the world a better place and be happily grinning in the process… Tear up and cry upon seeing you walking down in a white dress and holding a bouquet. But against all odds, a few years later you were able to witness Jayce sobbing when Viktor recited his vows (and Caitlyn making fun of him afterwards for it).

And Viktor did find a way to keep on living beside you two, just not an orthodox one. Augmentation was the desperate measure he had to take. Sure, Zaunite people were known for augmentation, alteration, or plain replacement on arms, hands, legs, jaws, or even ribs, but never the kind of modification he did on himself: he was the first known man to ever augment internal organs such as a new set of lungs and augmentation to aid his heart, inspired by common Zaunite modifications and his own work while he was ailing people after a chem-spill. You still remember having to sneak supplies into his lab in Zaun for weeks while both Jayce and Viktor recovered from that horrid attack from a missile at the council, and then helping in performing a very experimental, very risky and very illegal (at the time) surgery in the middle of the night. Your memories began to drift back to that night you and Viktor said goodbye to Jayce: the sky was full of stars, but it didn’t feel reassuring in any sense. Somehow feeling as if the sky was crying with you, weeping sorrowfully, the shimmers in the nighttime dome reminiscent of your own tears staining your cheeks. Both men tried to hide their own tears and regain composure, while they promised they would see each other again. The look Jayce gave you after kissing your forehead was one of 'please take care of him, please help him come back to us'. And you did, after more than fourteen hours of surgery where you tried to think with a cold head and hoped, prayed to every God and every planet that everything turned out fine upon Viktor's recovery. And when the lungs worked, you weren't sure you had the guts to help Viktor open his own chest and augment his own heart, but against all odds you had what it took and the ail fucking worked, against all odds too, and you remembered watching Viktor's vitals thinking the three of you were unstoppable, that you could eat the world in one bite if you so desired, that the moon, the stars, the sun, clouds, entire galaxies and black holes would kneel at your feet, nor fearful but respectful of your feats.

The procedures were a huge success, and while for some time both you and Viktor were being looked closely by chembarons during his recovery in Zaun (and one specific chembaroness), in the end you were grateful and glad you were of help, grateful the restless nights, the tears, the stress and your fallen hair paid off. Because after his augmentations his cheeks filled out nicely again, the rose tint returned to his face every time Jayce and you whispered near his ear; the energy and spark in his eyes back again and with full force, his sharp tongue back again and ready to sass Jayce and you both. A full moon, in a starry showcase for anyone that dared to look up at the sky and find it there.

Suddenly you remembered why you were debating about putting on your pajamas or something more risqué. Tonight you would ask them if they still wanted to fulfill their promise, if the future they envisioned alongside you was still the same, if they still wanted to watch you round with their child. And you would look damn good when you questioned them, if the plan was going where you thought it'd go. Of course, you wouldn't assume, but also you couldn't help but hope for the best outcome.

First the panties, then the bralette. It didn't have any wiring or support for your breasts, and it wasn't meant to. The sheer, black chiffon left nothing to the imagination, still the addition of glittering faux diamonds made your body look like something out of a painting, flesh combining with fabric to create alluring mirages made of bows and ribbons. The whole outfit served as something to emphasize your body rather than something to cover it, and you felt satisfied with it. You covered yourself with a fluffy, white night robe, it felt like being enveloped by a warm cloud against your cold skin. Then quickly brushed your hair, you ended up getting rid of some lingering makeup on your face, and you put your slippers on and finally made your way towards the kitchen.

The stew wasn't ready yet, but glancing at the clock again you realized your husbands would come home soon, it was eight minus fifteen. Having nothing else to do, you gazed towards the sky, the dark vault of the night now covered in specs of shimmering silver, and let yourself drift back to how many things had changed and evolved between you three.

Getting into a relationship in your mid-twenties was the easy part, like letting yourself drift in the water following the current, flowing with the stream and not encountering one single stone on your way, the hard one would come later, however, when you not only found a stone on your way, but a full dam, when problems knocked at your doorstep after more than five years of being together with them. Enduring what came after Viktor's augmentations was especially hard, because your happy relationship was close, very close to breaking.

You had to spill the beans, sooner or later, and while the council was mildly horrified, Professor Heimerdinger was the one Jayce had to convince profusely that Viktor and you wouldn't use this newfound use of HexTech for the worse. It was hard, Viktor and you were cast in the shadows, far away from any light that hope could provide, almost banished from Piltover, almost… Because Jayce kept pushing and pushing for a reevaluation of the ethos itself, doubling his efforts into making the council understand that this technology would improve the lives of citizens that resided in both cities, and in the end, while wary, they accepted it– and soon sponsors would come, interested in the possibilities in the medical field searching for both Viktor and you, him finally being seen with the recognition he deserved, casting his own light instead of basking in Jayce's reflector. Your discoveries were a revolution, because many people could have not only their lives changed, but ended up being saved from a certain death. Both Piltovians and Zaunites were starting to enjoy the benefits of having a healthy liver, healthy kidneys or lungs (the last one being used mostly by Zaunites, Viktor wasn't exactly happy with the way those lung diseases came to exist in the bodies of people, and while solutions were being discussed to end the problem from its roots, which were the pollution of fabrics manufacturing diverse articles for Piltovians, the consequences were there and threatening).

But all the pressure kept piling and piling on you three. Adding to the steam, there was an incident regarding one of Viktor's most brilliant creations: Blitzcrank, and how a descendant of Stanwick Pididly – one of Piltover's founders – tried to steal the credit for the creation, engineering, and construction of said steam golem. And while Jayce didn't want to cause any sort of disturbance in the beginning, soon you both fought the Academy for refusing to give credit to Viktor, only because he did stand trial a few months prior, and they didn't believe it was important that Blitzcrank's credit remained to his name. And even worse: Viktor and you had a target on your backs for a couple of months thanks to the aforementioned medical revolution, which made it impossible for him to set foot on Zaun. That was until he took advantage of his own augmentations and made himself an armor and created a modified prototype for the HexClaw, made specially for attacking. He got tired of relying on Jayce's hammer or your magic to be safe in his own native city, and he even made himself a mask with an air filter, so he could breathe properly. A marvelous creation of his brilliant mind, but a frightened one. You didn't fear Viktor, nor were you afraid of him, but you were afraid that it could create an assortment of quasi satellite inventions akin to the one he created, inventions with the purpose of destroying, instead of aiding.

Both you and Jayce were angry at him at the beginning. Now, it wasn't just Jayce who broke the promise of never using HexTech as a weapon, but also Viktor. And while you quickly came to your senses and apologized to him – because you knew in the end it was for the purpose of ailing Zaunites and also to feel self-sufficient —, Jayce remained distraught, anger slowly coming to a boiling point. It all finally exploded when they were both tasked by the council to do something about the high death rate among workers whose task was to keep the waters of Piltover and Zaun clean. Viktor proposed that, in case of a worker entering into a panic state, they would be provided with a relaxing substance activated from a control cabin on the surface. Jayce argued that it went against their free will, who would determine if the situation was dire enough for the usage of said chemical? A boss who would prioritize efficiency over safety? A supervisor who could only see the workers as grams of cleaned pollution per liter? And soon they were arguing about it in a screaming match, almost going physical. 

You heard them do so, hiding behind the door and asking yourself whether you should enter and say something or remain far away from it, whether to intervene for their own good or let them be. With tears in your eyes, you entered, full of seething ire and furrowed brows. You opened the door, ready to make them understand how painful this was, how much they were hurting you and each other. But the anger soon became anguish and then desperation, watching the men you loved so dearly and that you knew loved each other as well, scream vile things that they didn't mean not even for a second at each other, until you couldn't help but sob. And only then did the anger of them transformed into realization, and finally worry. Eclipsed by the surrounding circumstances, blinded by a growing but not unsalvageable rift, in their own hot and cold dilemma.

After many tears and a long, heartfelt conversation, two things came out: an underwater suit for workers, with a tranquilizing substance in case of emergencies controlled by the user itself and only the user, and your little microcosm intact, away from any black hole and the possibility of supernovas remote.

Several months have passed since you all asked each other to get married under the twilight in a beautiful watercolor picnic, full of laughter and revelations. Months after that evening, you got married, and finally you could say you were not only settled, but peaceful, tranquility governing the little family you now were a part of. Years had gone by since the incidents, and you were more than happy to bask in the peace that enveloped your marriage since. After the council attack by Jinx, you thought you'd never see Jayce and Viktor see their own 32nd birthday… And now Jayce was 34, Viktor 33 and you just turned 31 the week prior. Things couldn't have been better.

The creak of an opening door took you out from your own memories, only to be completely distracted by two voices talking to each other.

“I can't believe it worked!” Jayce said to Viktor, his smile showing the tooth gap in his mouth that you adored so much.

Viktor grinned smugly instead. “I actually do believe it,” he replied while taking off his winter coat. It wasn't snowing yet, but you could tell it'd start soon. “We have been working on the proper formulas for it, it was bound to happen without any trouble, no?”

You rolled your eyes. Unbelievable, they were still talking about work even after they were home! You helped Jayce off his winter coat and hung it nearby, then ran to the kitchen without giving any of them the chance to greet you properly, too preoccupied about the food not being transmuted into charcoal.

“I forgot I left the stew cooking!”

You could hear Jayce's snort before disappearing into the room, a sigh of relief leaving your body once you made sure the stew didn't burn to a crisp. A pair of hands opened the cabinet above you before you could even think about it, retrieving three large bowls, hands you recognized as Jayce's. Viktor took the set from his hands and served the food, while you decided to slice some garlic bread left from the afternoon that same day. You wanted to complain about how neither of them greeted you before going into the kitchen, but when you turned away to set the table you felt a pair of warm lips touching yours, and you quickly kissed back. Both warm, callused hands were cupping your cheeks, and you could feel fuzzy hairs tickling your chin, which meant it was Jayce. He pulled away, you wanted to say something, but then another set of lips kissed you and this time, by the small pressure of a nose on your own nose and the way a cold, metal hand gently touching your neck felt like, you knew it was Viktor who was kissing you this time. Trying to slip your tongue into his mouth, he chuckled before pulling away too soon for your liking.

“Eager, aren't we?” said Jayce, this time with the clear intention of teasing.

“I missed you two,” you admitted.

You had a nice dining table. Not little but not too big either, meant to host three families in case Jayce's mom, Viktor's parents and your own parents coincided for dinner sometime. It already happened once, and you weren't prepared, you three ended up having dinner on the couch, staining the fabric with spicy chicken. Still, you liked much more the small breakfast table inside the kitchen, with only four chairs, but for you? It was enough. Round and small, so you could take someone's hand or feed them from your own plate.

After setting up the table, you went to retrieve the now cool bottles of beer from the ice box and set them too, asking Viktor: “What are you drinking?”

“Do we still have wine from your birthday?”

Jayce instantly searched for your eyes with his own, brows arching and both of you giving each other an amused expression.

“Yes, why? What are we celebrating?”

“Jayce and I reached a breakthrough.”

You beamed, knowing how important these breakthroughs were for them.

“Really? I'm proud of you! What are you building this time?”

They looked at each other and then at you, a knowing glint in their eyes.

“We want to make little devices that can communicate with people, so they can talk to each other,” Jayce said. “From far away, at least so you can talk in real time and with an image, so you can see the other person, too.”

“Because we miss you in the lab.” The smile Viktor offered after the explanation warmed your heart. Schedules became hectic once you stopped being a student and became a full-time midwife while furthering your studies. You were promised a position as a researcher, and it was already set in motion, but you wouldn't start until the next year.

“I said it already, but I miss you too. I wish I could just go and hang out in the lab in-between class, but I have patients to care for.”

Both men caged you between their bodies, each one placing a kiss in each of your temples. You pressed your cheek against Jayce's chest afterwards, also taking Viktor's hand in yours, basking in their shared warmth that shielded you against the chilly atmosphere. You really needed to have that damn chimney repaired.

“And we wouldn't ask you to give up your aspirations, my love. However, if the device is successful, we might be able to talk to you during the day, at least for a few minutes.”

The thought of watching Jayce or Viktor or both during lunch hour made you feel giddy, and why not? Smug, to be able to show off your smart, witty and kind partners to your coworkers.

“We have to eat before the food gets cold.” You were not ready for the moment to end, but the sooner you had dinner and let your husbands shower, the sooner you would talk to them about the thoughts you were having as of late.

The meal was accompanied by a pleasant chat about the day. They told you about their progress with their new invention, how they were able to hear each other and speak from one side of the Academy to another with clear sound. You told them in exchange a curious but not uncommon case of a husband straight up passing out on the floor when his wife entered labor, which earned a giggle from Viktor and chucking from Jayce.

“Eh, I think Jayce and I will manage ourselves a little better when the time comes.”

And though Viktor said it naturally and shrugged as if it was a matter of fact, something in the air shifted between you three. Viktor was quick to correct himself.

“It was not my intention to assume anything, however I…”

But that however never saw a counterargument, an excuse, nor an explanation. Instead, he trailed off, and you smiled at him, not being sure if straight up telling them 'I want you to get me pregnant' was a topic you should be discussing barely after dinner. Reacting before anyone else, you stood up from your seat and gulped the rest of your beer in one motion, walking towards Viktor and kissing his cheek.

“I actually wanted to talk to you both about this. But shower first, then we can talk when we're relaxed.”

Jayce picked up the used plates and started to wash them in the sink, you helped dry them off with a clean cloth. Despite how comfortably the silence fell between you two, you couldn't help but feel nervous. Every time you took a glance at Jayce you couldn't help but notice his features, strong and imposing, his tanned skin, sun-kissed cheeks in a rosy tint almost always. Yet all of this would look even more adorable in a small version of him. You could imagine a baby with Jayce's curious eyes, a baby with Jayce's cheeks (that you knew were chubby thanks to the baby albums in his mom's house), a baby with his adorable tooth gap, a baby being held by both Jayce and Viktor with a tiny hammer toy in their hands. Or maybe a baby with Viktor's auburn curls, a baby with beauty marks on their face, with Viktor's pale but smooth skin, a baby with amber irises and that curious twinkle in their eyes. If you could have a baby with Jayce's black hair, but Viktor's curls, a baby with both chubby cheeks, beauty marks and a cute tooth gap you'd gladly take it, but nature had its limits.

“Gorgeous?” Jayce called you, noticing your train of thought drifting off. “Are you okay? I kinda lost you for a sec there.”

“Sorry, I just…”

“If it's about what Viktor said earlier, we understand. I… I understand if your plans aren't the same, or you changed your mind.”

However, your reply was quick, wanting him to know that in fact it was the opposite of what he was implying.

“No, no! I… I haven't changed my mind. I…” You couldn't help but giggle. “I was just wondering what a baby with your cheeks and Viktor's moles would look like.”

Jayce rinsed the last plate and gave it to you to dry off, his smile wide and eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Cute, but you know that's not possible, right?”

You placed the plate on the drying rack before bumping your shoulder against his arm.

“I know it is not possible! But I can't help thinking about it” you said, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your cheek against his chest, just basking in each other's presence.

Jayce brought his right hand to cup your cheek, tilting it upwards and then meeting you in a soft kiss, smooth lips touching your own before both mouths moved against each other in feather-like touches.

But those gentle kisses weren't enough for either of you, not when you knew you for a fact that you wanted the same thing as Jayce, not when you were almost sure Viktor wanted it too.

Not when you knew how much you wanted them to fuck you until you were a whimpering mess, until you were begging for their cocks to fill you again and again until the three of you were satisfied, until you were dripping onto the bedsheets with their seed and them spilling time and time again deep inside you and until it took, until you were round with their child, until everyone in Piltover and Zaun knew who you belonged to.

Slipping your tongue into Jayce's mouth, you trailed a hand to his neck and undid the first buttons of his shirt. He greedily took control of the kiss, tongue trailing a hot line against your own, saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth. You felt dizzy with the lack of breath reaching your lungs, his hands sliding to knead your covered ass. He moaned into your mouth once your free hand palmed the growing bulge in his pants, tempted to let it wander beneath the belt and the waistband.

“Am I interrupting?” questioned a soft voice, you could recognize that accent anywhere.

You pulled away from Jayce, hands resting against his chest and looking at Viktor almost apologetically but offering a shy smile, not bothering to clean the saliva in the corners of your mouth.

“Sorry for leaving you out, Vitya. We lost track of time” you said, a sheepish smile adorning your face.

Jayce kissed your cheek and then went to Viktor, held his face between his hands and smooched the tip of his nose. A snort came out of Viktor’s mouth, amused at his husband’s antics.

“I'll take a shower. I'm gonna be quick, promise” he added, before gently pecking Viktor's lips and promptly leaving.

You took Viktor's augmented hand into yours, metal digging against flesh, the sensation could not be described in another way that it wasn't comforting, how the coldness of his fingers contrasted with the hot temperature of your own clammy hand. You lightly squeezed back, a signal for him to follow you into the bedroom. He squeezed back, as if saying I'm here, and once you entered he closed the door behind him. You could tell he at least suspected where the conversation was going (or so you hoped), but he let you follow your skincare routine without a word while he sat at the lower edge of the bed, watching you apply serum on your face calmly sitting in front of your vanity. From your mirror you saw him gazing at your reflection, spellbound by the way your hands worked in applying oil, cream, and balm to different areas of your face, spellbound by your smile and the way your eyes gazed into his through the mirror, spellbound by the delicate image that constituted you in your entirety, your sole presence making him feel complete.

You also retrieved a bottle of scented oil from a drawer, applying it on your hands and then going to Viktor and sitting on his lap in one move, both knees on each side of his hips. Then you spread the oil on his hair, gently combing his curls with your hands, making sure even his cowlick was coated in the silky product. He closed his eyes and let himself enjoy the way your fingers gently massaged his scalp and the back of his head, relishing in your touch. A satisfied sigh came out of him, and he looked so relaxed and peaceful, you were almost convinced to postpone the conversation for another day and fall asleep as soon as Jayce stepped out of the bathroom and put on some comfy pajamas. Once you were done, you kissed his nose the same way Jayce did, a little smooch on the tip. Your breath ghosted his mouth for mere seconds before placing your lips atop his, enjoying the smile you could feel was there every time your mouths grazed each other in featherlight touch.

The moment was interrupted by the sudden creak of a sound you recognized as the bathroom door, with Jayce stepping out of it into your bedroom in only a towel covering from the waist down. He looked satisfied, the temperature of the water probably served to soften his taut muscles, strained by the day's stress and surely by the physical work he had to do in the lab. Steam followed behind him, and of course, of course he would take a shower with boiling hot water.

You couldn't help but notice the way small droplets of water clung to his muscles, shiny in their reflection of the room's artificial light against his biceps and his toned abs, scattered like shimmering gems all across his chest. One of his hands rearranged the towel on his waist, muscles in his arm slightly flexing, and oh Gods, when did you become this shameless in the way you eyed him? It didn't help that you knew what his skin felt like against yours, bare and leaving goosebumps every time his hands rested on your waist, your hips, your sides.

And of course, Viktor would be also watching him like you were, raising his brow and licking his lips as if he just saw the most appetizing dessert in all of Piltover.

And in a way, both of you were staring at a dessert, your mouth dry just by the mere sight of him. Jayce, however, was a smart man, and he noticed both gazes on his body.

“You wanted to have a word with us, princess?” It’s all he says, white teeth showing in his crooked grin.

“Yes” you answered, climbing down from Viktor's lap and sitting right beside him, patting down the empty space at your other side of the bed for Jayce to also settle down.

“I…” You honestly didn't know how you could start a conversation like this. “Fuck it, I'm just gonna say it.”

You focused on taking a deep breath, and then determination came back to you and showed through your steady voice.

“I want a baby.”

After that statement, Jayce could keep somewhat collected and staring at Viktor for an answer, even though you could see a faint blush dusting his cheeks, because he already knew this bit of information. And even though Viktor's statement was a vague confirmation that he still wanted a kid, you couldn't make a choice without his explicit confirmation and that he also knew of your choice. You were starting to worry about if there was any brashness in your delivery, or if the sound that came out of your lips resembled more a demand than a want. And then, to your relief, there was a reaction from your partners.

Viktor, having heard your statement and feeling like his brains became scrambled eggs and his thoughts a puzzle in a matter of mere seconds, looked at Jayce for an answer.

“I also want a kid” was the response he found from Jayce’s lips. “You’d look cute pregnant, by the way.” A snort came out of your mouth.

And then Viktor's stare got lost, looking at nothing in particular in front of him while his hands went from being pressed on the mattress to his lap, one on each thigh. You didn't want him to get lost in his thoughts much time, so you took his left hand into your right, searching for his gaze once he noticed you.

"I think everything's calmer now. I think this is a good moment” you added, trying to pour some reassurance into your voice.

“Is that so?” Viktor inquired, still somewhat incredulous.

“Yeah, I think so too,” Jayce interjected. “We are healthy, you are healthy. No one's going anywhere, and the job's steady. We even cut some work hours.”

And then Viktor finally looked at you, an intense gaze burning into your own eyes.

“We would have to work even less for a year, at least. I don't want you to endure all the pressure by yourself.”

You nodded, accepting the promise hidden behind his words.

“Thank you… For considering it. This…" And this time you also looked at Jayce while you spoke. “I want you to know that this will permanently change our day-to-day life. I am ready, I want you to tell me if you feel ready, too.”

You felt Jayce kiss your shoulder. It felt sweet, it felt charged too. And when your eyes found him, a smile tugged at his lips. “I am, too. I can't wait, and I- I think you’ll look good pregnant.”

And finally you searched for Viktor's answer, trying to find it in the way his face visibly relaxed and no longer frowned, looking at you both once again.

“Eh, I think I'll need a haircut in case the baby pulls at it. You'll need one too, lyubov.” He then brushed his lithe fingers through your hair, curling some strands and tucking them behind your ear, so he could see your face.

You giggled, feeling like a weight was lifted off your shoulders, and laid back on the mattress, legs still hanging from the bed.

“Now comes the fun part, I guess…”

And once you said those words, the tense atmosphere came back with full force. Not nervousness, not anxiety, just… Expectancy. Each one of your lovers moved a hand to take the ends of the tie holding together your robe, sharing a look they just had when concentrating in one of their experiments or building one of their machines: deserving of all the attention they could give, then looked at you and finally pulled the strings holding together your cover.

Their breaths caught in their throats, every ounce of heed poured into taking every inch of your body. How every garment hugged your body deliciously, just for them and only for them to enjoy.

You couldn't tell who muttered a 'shit' and who whispered a 'fuck', because the next thing you felt were two sets of hands quickly grabbing your sides and the back of your thighs, carrying you shortly before unceremoniously throwing you into the pillows of the bed and making you slightly bounce, robe hastily discarded somewhere on the floor. When glanced at their gazes, you saw hunger, a fire you could quite place, really, given how familiarized you were to their desire. You could also see sweetness, because when could you remember a moment they weren’t sweet to you? Excitement, of course, if Viktor sensually licking his own upper lips was any sign… And considerateness. If you knew them half as well as you thought, they were being considerate of your own body. If you were successful, your body would surely change, your breasts would swell, of course, but after they wouldn’t hold the same form, and your belly would be swollen even months after you gave birth, your skin would acquire even more stretch marks than you already had… But you also knew they would still love you all the same. They would still gaze upon your body with the same devotion, hold you with the same adoration and make love to you with the same fervor they did, that they had done for the past (almost) decade. You felt secure in their arms.

Viktor leaned in to kiss you the moment you were settled, slow but sensual, open-mouthed, tongue tracing a line on yours every time your lips met. Meanwhile, Jayce took the job of kissing behind your ear, then slowly tracing down your neck and stopping once he reached the junction where it met your shoulder, licking and sucking one single spot until you were moaning, his canines bringing small pinpricks of a delicate pain every time he suctioned at the delicate skin, Viktor greedily swallowing the sounds you made. Then he went from your mouth to leave hot kisses to your jaw, then neck, sucking and nibbling while Jayce moved from your neck to your mouth once again. Unexpectedly for you, Jayce was taking the lead of the kiss by grazing his tongue against yours, and every time you tried to pull back he pushed you towards him, cradling you by the back of your head. You couldn't do anything except open up your mouth and take what he offered, the other hand gripping your waist so hard you were sure there would be a visible mark the next day.

Viktor's hands wandered more, first to your hips and then waist, and finally shoulders, where he gently pulled the straps of the lingerie down. You thought he would leave you exposed then, but he just left the straps there, circling your shoulders, the chaffing of fabric reminding you that you’d rather feel the air against your bare chest instead of the garment. But there was no need to rush, you had time. You had time. 

Viktor was an absolute tease, you remembered then, and only because you felt his hot breath skimming your neck and then your clavicles in kisses that could barely be called as such. His caresses light like a delicate feather, fingers still hooked in the straps of your garment and thumbs grazing the clothed underside of your breasts, not quite touching you.

The warmth you felt was barely there on your sides, and you wanted more. Jayce, always the sweetheart and always willing to indulge you, lowered the hand cradling your head, and soon you felt his skilled fingers circle your nipple, thumb, and forefinger bringing it into a peak. His hands felt warm, even after getting out of the shower on a cold night, even if they were touching you with the bothersome barrier of clothing.

“That was my spot,” commented Viktor.

“You were taking too long,” you replied to him, parting from Jayce's lips with a wet sound, only to be replaced by Viktor's, his hands cupping your face and the coldness of his augmented arm contrasting with your rising temperature. The night suddenly didn’t feel as wintry as it did a few moments ago.

With deft hands, Jayce started undoing the back straps that were tying your bralette together, kissing his way until your torso was free of any lace. You felt a sharp pain at the swell of your breast before noticing it was his mouth, tongue near your nipple sucking the tender skin of the areola, but refusing to latch his mouth onto the nipple itself. Viktor's teasing nature seemed to have rubbed off on him, much to your chagrin. His lips felt like they were leaving a trail of embers on your skin, like he was setting you ablaze with no plans of helping you drown the fire, but to help it grow on you, let it grow until you three were consumed by the flames.

A hiss came from between your teeth when Jayce bit the small nub, causing you to pull away from Viktor's lips in surprise. You expected him to retake his position kissing you, feeling a mix of disappointment and excitement when Viktor's mouth latched onto the nipple Jayce left neglected, giving you sweet and relief contrasting with the sharp pain of Jayce's teeth.

He tugged lightly with his teeth, a whine echoing in the room now that your mouth was not being blocked by anything. Several years before, you would have been embarrassed by the sound that came out of your lips, but now you liked being louder, letting your lovers know you liked what they were doing to you. And when he finally got tired of torturing you, his tongue lapped at the nub softly, almost as if apologizing for the pain he had caused.

“Fuck, I love your tits, babe” Jayce moaned into your breast. “They will get bigger once we knock you up.”

You shuddered and Viktor groaned, the vibrations of his voice reverberating on your skin along with a sudden exhale of warm air.

“You really get off to the idea of getting me pregnant, don't you?” you teased.

“It might not be only an idea tonight, dear.” Viktor's voice was thick with something you could place as lust. But also, with the way he looked at you through his lashes, it was adoration. He placed a gentle kiss to your clavicle, a genuine smile tugging at his lips. “Thank you, my love.”

Jayce slid his middle finger into your cunt, relishing in the breathy moan that came out of your lips. Viktor's hand soon joined Jayce's, but he was circling your clit with the pads of his fingers to add to the stimulation, careful of not touching it directly but rather the edges, knowing how sensitive you were. They really knew your body, and in their curiosity to understand it they always liked to experiment, what turned you on and what got you going, what made you quiver with need and moan the loudest. Not like one of their inventions, but rather like discovering a new world hidden in your tender curves.

Sometimes they would do this. Sometimes they would, quite literally sometimes, double team you. Since the first moment that you felt their dicks inside you, you loved the sensation. Feeling full of them, worshiped, adored, the palms of their hands showing how entranced they were by you, how much they loved you. Of being also taken care of, of being fucked stupid on their cocks until you were a drooling mess and begging them to let you cum every time their thrusts stopped and deliberately left you hanging on the edge. 

Sometimes you would team up with Viktor to make Jayce a stuttering mess, talking in what could only be described as plain gibberish and pleading, almost sobbing with the over stimulation of being inside you and Viktor fucking him from behind. 

Sometimes it was a team effort between you and Jayce, letting Viktor slide his cock between your joined lips, trying to kiss each other even though you knew Viktor's shaft was on the way, taking turns deep throating him and then stopping when his cock started twitching and cutting short his orgasm just when he was about to cum, enjoying how Viktor's dominant behavior suddenly went away behind almost sobs and pleas, begging for the sweet mercy of release.

What was happening tonight was them teaming up on you, crooked grins and breathy chuckles at the way you squirmed under their touch, combined with the secure hold they had on you, making you feel… Safe, cherished, loved.

“More… Please…” you whimpered, feeling your thoughts start to lack their usual connection with your words.

Jayce added a second finger inside you while Viktor kept circling your clit. And while you felt a very distinctive heat pooling at your lower belly, it still wasn't enough to satisfy you. Not with the slow pace they were going for, giving you just a taste that barely served to quench your hunger for them.

“Please… Please just fuck me already.”

Jayce searched for Viktor's gaze, his fingers not once stopping their movements inside you. “Which one of us goes first?”

And before they could even begin to ponder about it, you answered for them. 

“Both. Both, I want you both inside, please…” They surely would have thought that you wanted one inside your pussy, while the other fucked your ass, but you already held a conversation about what exactly did you want, and, was it even possible to take them both at the same time?

Viktor's eyebrow arched, and he looked at you while sitting up, Jayce’s fingers retreating from your pussy with a wet sound that would have made you embarrassed had you not been so eager for them to fill you up this badly.

“My dove… Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I- You sure are…” But Jayce’s words remained a disorganized train of thought, coherency scrambling to reach his head.

“If I recall correctly”, interjected Viktor once again. “You have said, more than once, that we were ‘too big’, yes?”

And of course Viktor would say something like that, with a cocky smile to accompany his words. You had already done your research, it was possible without getting hurt, you just needed patience and a lot of lube, naturally.

“It can be done,” you replied, almost out of breath. “I just need to be relaxed, and it’ll be easier if I cum once or more than once before.”

You took one hand of each man and held them against you, warm palms brushing your lower belly, calluses against skin and slightly pressing below your navel, giving in to the fantasy of you walking around, glowing in your pregnancy. And then, if you were all on the same page and agreed, you could repeat the process, so your new baby wouldn’t be an only child, unlike you or your husbands. You would make a happy family, your own safe place protected against the cruelty of the world. Sure, you couldn't isolate yourselves from the incidents that living itself could bring, you couldn't just wrap your home in clouds and hope for the best, but you could provide solace from the dark times, you could provide a light for guidance.

You heard their breaths slightly hitching, Viktor’s cheeks reddening even though he has done much, much filthier things to you in the dark of the night.

Jayce shot a concerned glance at Viktor. If you had said – more than once, even – that each one of them was too big, how in the world did you pretend to accommodate them at the same time? You, however, weren’t planning on retreating from your offer.

“Please… If anything hurts I’ll tell you, I just… I need…” But you didn’t even know what you wanted anymore, just that you wanted in general, and it was setting you ablaze. 

And they would be liars. They would be damned liars if they told you they didn’t get excited by the thought of it, if they didn’t feel their cocks twitching at the fantasy of feeling you from the inside and feeling each other at once, from filling you together time and time again until you were sated, until you positively knew that you were carrying the next little addition to your, until now, family of three.

Jayce smiled at you, it was warm and gentle, yes, but also his gaze held a promising fire within, a promise that they wouldn't fail you. Not only regarding now, not only regarding your future kids, but they wouldn't fail you ever.

“If you want it, we can do it, I mean, we can make you cum at least twice, right, V?” He adds, looking at Viktor and expecting an answer.

“We certainly can do it” he says, resuming his position beside you and lying on his side, kissing your cheek.

Jayce hooked his fingers inside your underwear and pulled down, tapping your hips, so you could lift your bottom and give him space to get you out of your clothing. Viktor caught your lips against his once again, tongues clashing with teeth, practically devouring you and in the short seconds his lips weren't connected to yours warm breaths exhaled against each other. Meanwhile, Jayce kissed his way from your neck to your nipple, nibbling and sucking just for a few seconds before he trailed down, to your ribs and making sure he left a purple bruise against your side, and then kissing down your navel, and finally his warm breath fanned against your folds, sending a shiver through you. And before you could even entertain the thought of his tongue against your clit, he bit your thigh briefly and slightly pulled at the supple skin, making you hiss against Viktor’s mouth, more in surprise than pain. Viktor brought the hand that was gripping your hip to the top of Jayce’s head, a fistful of hair between his fingers as he forcefully guided his face against your wet slit. He hissed a 'Be nice' between his teeth, before resuming his demanding kiss and his hand returned to knead your chest.

Jayce moaned at the rough treatment, kissing your thigh in apology. Then, you felt his tongue giving a tentative lick from your entrance to your clit, making you shiver and moan once again. You felt Jayce’s big hands gripping the back of your legs, spreading you open for both better access and his own enjoyment.

“You're always so wet for us, gorgeous.”

Then Jayce’s tongue started to give small, kitten licks against your clit. However small they were, it was enough to send liquid fire through your veins and make you spread your legs even further, feeling Viktor’s teeth against your pulse point, lightly biting the skin and bruising it a beautiful purple color. Jayce lapped the flat of his tongue directly against your clit this time, drawing you the feeling of pleasure and a moan from you. His middle finger prodded again at your entrance, and your left hand snaked down your belly and closed into a fist once reaching his hair. Both Viktor and you knew how much he liked his hair being pulled.

“Fuck” he moaned against you, rhythm faltering and his tongue ceasing its movement, the vibrations felt amazing against your body.

And also, you knew Jayce liked being told what to do.

“I didn’t tell you to stop, did I?” said Viktor, grabbing Jayce by the same place as you were and making him press his nose against your clit. His tongue finally delving into your wet hole and enthusiastically swallowing your juices with a needy moan. He often enjoyed himself to the point of making noise as if he was the one being sucked off, but instead, he was lapping at you like he was a starved man and your pussy was the best meal he’s ever had. He ripped a moan out of your throat when his tongue reached that sweet spot inside you, and the pad of his thumb found your clit.

“Good boy”, Viktor said, using his index and middle finger to spread your folds open.

With your free hand, you trailed into Viktor’s pajama pants and then past the waistband, searching for his cock. You let out a delightful, satisfied moan, finding him already heavy and hard on your hand. One of your nails raked lightly from the base to his cock head, which earned you a groan from him, and quickly your hand found him again, this time stroking slowly and letting you feel his warmth against you, his moans greedily swallowed by your mouth.

You felt two thick fingers enter you and a tongue sucking your clit, ripping a sigh from you that intermingled with Viktor’s sounds in the middle of a kiss.

“Make sure to make her nice and wet. After all, she will take both of our cocks.” Viktor’s talk mixed with Jayce’s assault on your cunt made you feel like someone had ignited you from the inside out, but instead of wanting them to stop, you wanted more.

Each stroke of Jayce’s fingers was made with intent, he knew exactly which spots to touch and rub for you to truly feel the need between your legs grow, to let go of any sort of control and any kind of fleeting thought. Jayce made a scissoring motion with his fingers inside you, your walls clenching every time he rubbed the right spot, a whimper coming from your mouth and thighs starting to tremble. His rhythm was slow, you could feel the heat between your thighs but not quite to make you lose your mind over it, not enough to be satisfied. Fuck, was he doing this on purpose? You thought so, until he brought his lips to your clit and sucked, his fingers curling in that upward motion he knew too well that made you cry out in pleasure.

“Jayce!” you moaned, voice not quite a whisper anymore. You felt your walls tightening around his fingers, legs spreading embarrassingly wider.

His other hand went to the back of your thigh, spreading you further until your knee was up to your chest with a squelch, feeling that your wetness not only made your slit glisten in the darkness, but it was also coating your soft thighs. Viktor left your lips and gently took your hand off his hardened cock, maneuvering, so he could be with his face near your breasts. He put his mouth again on your nipple, lapping and then swirling his tongue around it, finally sucking and slightly burying his canines into your tender flesh, his fingers pinching the other nipple and bringing it into a peak.

You felt a third finger being added to your entrance, making you feel that delicious stretch, and Jayce sped up his pace. Finally, you felt the pleasure coursing through your body, the muscles of your legs tensing and your walls tightening around your lover's fingers.

“Fuck, Jayce, don’t stop…”

He answered his affirmation into a moan that reverberated into your core, a keen coming out of you. Jayce’s fingers kept thrusting in and out of you, massaging your tightening walls, while Viktor kept sucking and nibbling at your tits, and soon you found yourself clenching more and more while Jayce kept moving his fingers, knuckle-deep into your cunt.

“Jayce, Jayce, Jayce…” you moaned his name like a prayer, begging in desperation for him. “Fuck, almost there, don’t stop!”

You were gripping him like a vice, the contact of his hand against your cunt creating a lewd squelching sound every time he thrust into you, and your juices dripped into your thighs, running until Jayce's wrist was slick with your wetness too, and into the mattress. The pads of his fingers were hitting that right spot inside you, the one that made your vision blurry and your thighs quiver. You felt like you were drifting away in pleasure, but at the same time you felt safe with both Jayce and Viktor, you knew they would be there when you came apart to pick the pieces back up.

And they were watching you at that very moment like you held the firmament in your hands, like you hung the clouds on the sky and the stars from your fingertips.

Viktor left your breast, so he could nuzzle his cheek against your chest.

“Come on Jayce’s fingers, my love. Come and then we will give you what you want” he coaxed. “Come, and then you can come on our cocks until you're satisfied, my love.”

“Shit, Viktor!”

Your thighs couldn’t stop trembling while you let the thread snap, pleasure, and euphoria and adrenaline and relief finally washing over you, clenching tight around Jayce’s fingers and moaning into the cold air of the room that took the shape of a yes, yes, yes. You searched for something, anything to grab onto and quickly a cold, steel hand gripped gently into yours, letting your fingers intertwine. Viktor whispered something that resembled 'good girl' in your ears, praising you. The sucking became a gentle lap while you rode out your orgasm, the fingers inside you slowing down until they stopped altogether and your walls stopped spasming, Jayce greedily swallowing your juices with his tongue.

Your breath was erratic while you rested your cheek on the plush pillow beneath you, you didn’t even realize you searched for Jayce’s hand in the middle of your orgasm, but apparently your fingers were intertwined now too. He kissed briefly your thigh, as if he was thanking you for letting him devour you and not the other way around, and rearranged himself to lie right beside you again, on his side and grinning from ear to ear.

“I love you,” he said.

Even though you never forgot how besotted they were with you, how enamored they were with the mere thought of your presence, sometimes you found yourself surprised at how casual Jayce’s displays of affection were. Effortless, telling his undying love for you and his eternal devotion for Viktor to the entire world, like it was the most natural thing; a constant, a law, as if he was stating a fact like indeed, water is wet and rain comes from above to the ground. He said he loved you and Viktor many, many times, but it always felt very special every time he professed those words. Like with every sentence he told you a different reason why he loved you, and this time it surely felt like a ‘thank you’.

You were still trying to catch your breath, panting lightly, but still you craned your neck to place a kiss to the tip of his nose, not having the energy to say the words back, but you hoped he understood the message. You would rip the clouds off the sky and set the moon ablaze if it made your lovers smile.

“Don’t tell me you’re done before we even started, gorgeous,” he said, earning a chuckle from Viktor.

“I promised we would give you two, no?”

And you wouldn’t be opposed to the idea, even though sometimes you were impatient in the way you claimed them, but who could blame you? Sometimes you even thought the Gods themselves carved their faces by hand. You only hoped your little one could inherit their good looks, their brilliant minds, their kind hearts.

When your breathing finally was becoming steady, Viktor brought his hand down to your abdomen again, caressing your skin with featherlight touches meant to tease you, to make you squirm in the place you were lying on. Without any further hesitation, he dipped his middle finger inside you and found there was no resistance at all, given how slick and ready you were for them, how strong your last climax had been. Your moan was a little more than a gentle exhale, but it still spurred them on to continue what they were doing. Jayce once more brought his lips to yours, a tangle of tongues and clashing teeth, while Viktor nipped and sucked on your neck. You were going to wear an assortment of purple and red blooms later and for a few days, of that you have no doubt, but you still let them claim your skin. You felt Jayce’s middle finger prod at your entrance, the intrusion making you moan into his mouth and earning a breathy whine from him. Soon, they both added a second finger, stretching you wider than they normally would in preparation for what they would give to you, Viktor’s thumb circling your clit in an effort to bring you to a second orgasm.

You shouldn’t have been so close this fast. You wouldn’t, normally. But it shouldn’t have surprised you, with the way their moving fingers thrust inside you in matching rhythm, burying them to the knuckle. You pulled away from Jayce’s mouth, feeling like you couldn’t be quiet anymore with the sinful way their touch was making the inside of your thighs ache, with how spread your legs were, each one propped on each hip of your husbands’ while they laid on their sides. You were quickly approaching your climax once again, 

“Fuck, yes, yes, yes…! I’m gonna—” but the rest of your high-pitch sentence was cut-off by the crashing of your own climax, white-hot pleasure that coursed through you, from head to toe, back arching and toes curling, and mouth blabbering a string of silent curses, your voice lost to the sea of mixed sensations that washed through you. Their moving fingers slowed their rhythm, gradually halting to a stop to help you ride out the maddening pleasure.

You huffed a breath with a smile on your face, worn out and at the same time with rejuvenated energy.

“Can we try now?” you asked, hopeful and eager.

Viktor let go of your leg to stand up and discard the rest of his clothes, opening drawers in the nightstand searching for a bottle of lube you knew he kept. Jayce helped you maneuver your body and positioned himself under you, with your chest pressed against his and your knees resting on every side of his hips. You let your cheek lie atop his left bicep, listening to his heartbeat and feeling his mouth placing a chaste, sweet kiss atop your head.

“If anything hurts, or you change your mind, you tell us, okay babe?” 

You nodded, heart swelling from the endless affection shown to you by every action, unstopping in quantity.

The brief silence of the room was broken by the slick sounds of Viktor squirting lube on his fingers, then tossing the bottle to Jayce, and both of them pumped his shafts, coating them in the liquid. The sound always managed to turn you on, listening to their low grunts while you waited for them to put their dicks inside you. Lowering your gaze, you lifted your hips briefly, just to watch Viktor teasing the head of his cock with his own thumb. Their size always managed to impress you, and even though you couldn’t remember a case when you didn’t need lube to take them fully, you still found yourself aching for that pleasurable, oh-so-good stretch they provided.

You were pulled out of your own reverie when a pair of hands grasped at your hips, quickly recognizing the touch as Jayce's.

“Are you ready, gorgeous?” he asks, lining himself up to your entrance. You nodded and started lowering yourself onto his cock, moving your hips up and down, each time taking more and more of his length until his hips were flush against yours. Jayce moaned once he felt his cock completely sheathing itself inside you, sounding needy and desperate.

“Your turn” you said, craning your neck to look over your shoulder at Viktor, who was entranced at the sight of your sex connected to Jayce’s.

Viktor helped himself by putting the pillow Jayce tossed at him for his leg, that even though it was augmented, you still were careful that he didn’t get hurt during your activities, in a way that made his heart flutter with pure adoration. He positioned himself between your and Jayce's legs and lined himself up, and you barely felt the head of his dick pressing past your entrance when you let out a shaky moan and Jayce cursed under his breath. His cock head was stretching your entrance beyond what you were accustomed to, and yet you wanted him to keep feeding the rest of his length inside you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” was the string of mutters you heard below you, Jayce's grasp on your hips becoming stronger and leaving a sharp pane in the places you were sure would bruise by the next day.

Viktor was not doing much better, not if the way his thighs trembled was any telling, letting out whimpers into the air of the room.

“W– Wait, hold on for a sec, please, Vik…” Jayce pleaded, voice strained by arousal and need. 

It surely did feel good when he started penetrating you, but it was too much, the stretch reminiscent of the very first time you fucked him. Jayce searched for your gaze with his eyes, always an anchoring and gentle warmth within his presence, and you realized he was looking for any sign of discomfort on your part.

Viktor preferred directly asking you.

“Is this alright, my love?” He then pressed a gentle kiss on your shoulder. “We can stop whenever you want, if you so desire.”

“No, please keep going.”

And you knew he was worried about if this was too much, but fuck, you didn’t want him to stop pushing inside. He did, inch by tortuous inch that had you feeling every ridge and every vein of his hard, massive cock, until you felt the sharp angles of his hip bones against your ass.

Your eyelids fluttered, relishing in the feeling of being full to burst. You knew they could also feel each other inside you, and this just sent more liquid fire through your veins, knowing that you three were connected in such a deep, primal level, that you weren’t sure of where one started and one ended. You were tempted to take a hand to your belly and press, just to feel them both from the outside, feel every centimeter of their skin bare against your slick walls, and the thin veil of sweat that formed in the inside of your thighs. It had been some time since you could have sex without condoms, given the pill made you feel icky since a couple of years back, and you didn’t know, amidst the sea of pleasurable sensations you were feeling, if you would last much time.

One of your hands found its way to take Jayce’s, intertwining your fingers, his other hand gripping the back of your thigh. Viktor rested his palms on your hips, and you noticed their initially labored breaths were now regulated, more in control of their own reactions and the situation. Still, they were waiting for your approval.

“F– Fuck, you feel so good, babe” says Jayce, voice strained. “I– shit, I can feel you clenching so damn hard, beautiful.”

“So tight…” answered Viktor in a breathy voice, egging him on. “Can we move now?”

“You can move, it’s okay,” you assured them.

The first hesitant thrust was from Viktor, pulling out as slowly as he pulled in, almost as if he wanted you to feel him in his entirety. Jayce didn’t stay behind, and he also thrust inside you, letting out a ragged breath. At first their joined movements were coordinated, thoughtful, with the clear intent of watching you come apart at their hands. Your moans were almost silent if it weren’t for the ragged breaths you left out, and Viktor even had grabbed you as gently as he could by your throat, arching your back, so he could press his lips to the shell of your ear, the cold steel of his augmented hand warming up rapidly against your hot skin, and whispered in your ear.

“You were so eager a few moments ago, did the cat eat your tongue, hmm?” he murmured, biting the sensitive skin below your lobe and eliciting a high-pitched keen from you.

“You’re clenching so fucking tight around us. Ah- shit!” blabbered Jayce. He looked ravishing, sweaty skin, flushed cheeks, the muscles of his abdomen contracting and stretching in an effort to shove himself deep inside your velvety warmth. You ran a hand through his abs, enjoying the way they felt under your touch.

You knew they were rubbing against each other's cocks while pulling in and out of you, grunts and moans coming out of their throats, shivering in ecstasy every time their cock heads grazed against each other. 

It didn't take long for their strokes to become uncoordinated, though, and instead of slamming into you at once they started to follow their own rhythm, relentless in their frantic, merciless pace inside your pussy; one cock thrust into your heat while the other pulled out, only for one of their cocks to push back in. Their drag against your walls wasn't exactly rough, but it wasn't gentle either, and you could feel yourself tightening more and more. 

“Fuck, fuck, ah! How do you feel, baby? You feel so fucking full, huh?” The tone coming out of Jayce's mouth wasn't harsh, he knew how to put that silver tongue of his to good use in bed. He cradled your cheek with his hand, tilting your head down to look at him, wearing an unusually cocky grin. 

You, however, found yourself devoid of any noise or word, instead whimpering sweet moans near Viktor’s mouth, breathing intermingling. Your eyes were rolling back to your skull, tongue lolling out of your mouth in an attempt to get the words coming out of your mouth, something, anything at this point that wasn't needy whines.

Suddenly you felt Viktor yank you by the hair, bunching it into a messy ponytail. He tilted your head to the side, so you could see him, his thrusting not faltering even for a second. Your pants mixed with his heavy breathing, you thought he was about to kiss you, but he blurted another set of words.

“He asked a question, my dear,” he grunted, briefly latching his mouth to your pulse point and then coming back to lick a hot trail from collarbone to your jaw. “It is quite rude not to answer, hmm?”

His breath fanning on the shell of your ear brought goosebumps to your body, your back arching and giving Viktor more room to gaze at where your bodies met, biting his lip to stifle a groan when he saw his wet dick pulling out of your tight heat. He thrust back in, your aching and trembling thighs meeting his hip bones, a wave of pleasure coursing you from head to toe. Trying not to shut your eyes, you saw how Jayce let out a huffed breath, his lips curving in that o shape you adored so much.

“Well?” managed to ask Viktor once again. “Are we filling you up how you wanted, mmm?”

In an attempt to answer, a high-pitched noise came out of your throat. You quickly composed yourself and answered. “Yes, I– hmm, it feels so full and good and– yes, yes!” At that point, you were just blabbering, not caring if you were feeding their egos even more. You knew they got off on making you wordless, stuffed with their cocks and immersed in a mindless pleasure, the slapping of skin against skin resounding in your ears. 

You briefly glanced at Jayce, who shared a look with Viktor behind you, and gently they pulled out of you, one at a time. Jayce helped in turning you around, your back meeting the sweaty skin of his chest and Viktor helping you spread your legs until your knees reached your shoulders, hands resting on the back of your thighs and folding you in half. You noticed the previously cold steel of his augmented hand was now warm against your skin, and now that you were facing Viktor you had time to note on the flush blooming on his skin, from cheeks to chest, freckles adorning his pale skin like stars adorning the firmament, you almost wanted to get up from your place and kiss every one of his beautiful marks. 

Callused hands caressed the span of your ribs in a loving manner, catching your attention once again, and when you turned your head to see Jayce, he gave you a smile so full of adoration you wanted to melt right then and there. He lowered his hand until he took a hold of his cock, lining up once again with your aching cunt, and pushed inside swiftly. In a matter of seconds Viktor did the same, entering you a little more hesitant at first, but when he found no resistance he thrust his hips in one brutal movement, the heat coiling inside you back with full force and a groan behind your ear rumbled on your neck.

Your first thought was that they were about to fuck into you with renewed vigor, but you were equal parts surprised and delighted when Jayce grabbed your hips, their cocks slowly pulling out of you, and then he slammed you back until they were buried to the hilt, three sounds of pleasure filling the previous silence. And then again he did the same, his fingers gripping your soft, pliant flesh so strongly that you were sure they would leave a mark, but you didn’t care a bit. You felt light, dizzy, you didn’t even have to move on your own to feel that delicious friction inside you. Jayce was maneuvering you like you were just a rag doll, essentially manhandling you into his and Viktor’s cocks.

Their rhythm became quick-paced and rough, the wet sounds of your cunt squelching every time your ass met their hips with a slapping noise. Neither of you was going to last long, if the moans of Jayce growing louder and louder on your ear and Viktor’s face scrunching in euphoria were any indication. 

“Please tell me you’re close, beautiful.” Jayce’s sentence was a messy, breathless mumble of words warmly fanning the shell of your ear.

Heat was pooling within your core, your belly tightening, and you were climbing steady and rapidly to your peak. Viktor’s hand took yours and guided it between your legs, where you were joined, heavy exhales and reddened flush on his skin a telltale sign that he was as close as you were. They were stretching you so deliciously, their lengths reaching deep inside you, dragging in and out and driving you into reckless abandon. Your moans got louder when your fingers found your clit, flicking in circular motions that made you instantly clench around both cocks. You could feel every ridge of them, pulling in and out of your tight clutch. Jayce turned your face gently to the side, craning his neck and connecting his lips to your in the messiest iteration of a kiss you’ve ever experienced, slick tongue against yours that barely did anything to muffle his debauched moans and yours. 

You let yourself drift the more you approached your climax, so carried away that you hardly noticed Viktor’s face nearing yours. He looked absolutely shattered by his own pleasure, locks plastered to his face with a thin veil of sweat, mouth open and glossy eyes, begging you in a sweet, yet whispery moan “Come with us, my love,” he pleaded, nose grazing yours. “Come with us, and we will give you what you want.”

Viktor’s sweet kiss to your lips was a welcome contrast with the brutal way Jayce was slamming you onto their dicks, you could feel them twitching, ready to spill over the edge, and you could sense yourself approaching the edge more and more, spurred on by Viktor’s words.

“You will look so beautiful when you’re pregnant,” praised Jayce, his forehead slick with sweat and pressing onto your cheek. 

You were vaguely aware of only a few sensations here and there: your body pressed between two hot bodies, a warm breath fanning onto your neck, bringing you goosebumps through your whole body; a grip on your hips so strong that in theory you should have been feeling pain, however you only felt delight; the vibrations in your throat signaling you were moaning, very loudly, but you couldn’t actually hear yourself nor did you care, and the coiling inside you, thread ready to snap.

It was Viktor’s mouth on your nipple that finally sent you into overdrive. Your walls squeezed impossibly tight, white-hot pleasure coursing through you, a climax so powerful your entire body trembled, washing through you like a wave crashing against the rocks, and in the middle of your undoing came also your lover’s release. Their cocks twitched inside you, buried so deep you could feel them almost grazing your cervix, and it was followed by their seed, warm and spilling into you, coating your insides in a milky white. Through blurry vision, you watched as Jayce brought his hand to the nape of Viktor’s neck, grabbing a fistful of hair and meeting him in a sloppy kiss, their groans muffled by the other’s mouth. 

It took you a little more to ride out the aftershocks of your climax, loosely conscious that your hips were raised in a weird position. Right, to increase the chances of getting pregnant for real. This was happening. Holy shit, this was happening. The realization made you smile to yourself, eyes still closed.

A sigh of content went out of your mouth when they finally lowered the rest of your torso onto the mattress, finding that they extended a fluffy towel for you to rest.

“How are you feeling?” asked Jayce, who was holding a cloth with warm water to clean you up. 

Viktor returned to the room shortly after, you didn’t even notice he went, but apparently he did. He was holding a glass full of water.

“Good” you replied, taking a sip from the glass and then offering some to him. “Sleepy.”

Your head plopped on the soft pillow beneath you. A few moments passed, your consciousness dancing between the line of awareness and dreams. A shift in the bed alerted you of your husbands coming back to bed, sandwiching you in between. Viktor draped his arm over your waist, enveloping you in his embrace. Lying on your back, you saw Jayce rest his head on your chest, his hand lowering to the front of your thigh and caressing the skin there, where the beginnings of marks could be seen. 

Even though you already had a conversation with him about how you actually found the bruises hot, he always felt bad when he accidentally left them. Your gaze fell to his face, finding a pout on his lips already.

“Jayce, it’s okay” you assured him, putting your hand on his shoulder. “I love you, you know that, right?”

His face instantly changed, smiling gently. “I know that, beautiful. I love you too.”

You wondered why Viktor was so silent behind you, until you heard soft snoring. 

“I can’t believe he just went to sleep right after.”

“I actually can,” you replied. “It’s like those robots he builds, his whole system shuts down.” The snort Jayce let out reverberated against your skin. “I call it the post-nut system reboot.”

He snickered, the sound mingling with your own giggles.

“I am listening to you,” a voice mumbled behind you. “Eh, this might be more of a shut-down of the system rather than a reboot, I don’t like waking up right after falling asleep.”

You knew he was smiling just by listening to his voice. It brought you joy and a sense of calm, drowsiness invading your system.

“I love you, Vitya,” you mumbled. 

You heard a faint love you too before silence fell again. You were now sure both of them had fallen asleep. Some questions emerged inside your head, about if you should go for a check-up with the doctor and start taking vitamins and whatnot, but shoved those worries aside in favor of getting a much-needed good-night’s sleep.

You would always thank every star that brought you three together, and allowed you to be by the side of two amazing men and share the rest of your life with them. 

The stars gazed back at you through the window, as you fell asleep.