ranibow sprimkle

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ranibow sprimkle@deadpokerface· 28d

it's been a long time coming: jayce talis invents the hexstrap and dreams do come true🔨 ⚙️oneshot, canon #jayvik, 8.8k+ words ⚙️established relationship, sappy lovemaking, wet & messy overstimulation ⚙️cis bottom jayce x trans top viktor 🔞🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/88367101

ao3 preview of 'Exponents of Pleasure', description and link in the post.

ranibow sprimkle@deadpokerface· Jul 7

and for the birthday boy how about a serving of prostate massage with a side of playful flirting from your loving and devoted partner? (by which i mean, here's some more of the jayvik hexstrap WIP to celebrate this joyous day ✨)

“Well, I guess I prefer to work with a partner.” Jayce pouts and tries not to sound too defensive against such lighthearted teasing. “Wouldn’t want to deprive you of giving me all these new experiences first-hand.”

Viktor laughs. “Ah, yes, I have to agree, it is really much more fun with a partner.” His lips twitch into a sly grin. “And I think it’s sweet that you were saving yourself for me.”

Jayce rolls his eyes like the wording doesn’t make his dick visibly jerk. “Fine, if you want to put it like that.”

Pointedly, Viktor curls his fingers. “I do.”

With a sound split between moan and laugh, Jayce lets his head fall back into the pillow, squeezing his eyes shut. Every little press inside of him adds to the warmth buzzing under his skin, and when Viktor squeezes a third finger in, Jayce doesn’t try to keep his hips still anymore. He rocks back into every thrust of Viktor’s hand, muted groans making it past his gritted teeth.

Viktor takes his time, focusing every movement into hitting right against that tender spot that has Jayce’s cock leaking uncontrollably and his breath coming in sharp gasps. The sensation is intense, Jayce can barely believe his cock has been untouched this entire time. Even so it’s nearly enough. He could—

ranibow sprimkle@deadpokerface· Jun 15

on god i will finish the hexstrap fic for pride month, i will deliver for bottom jayce nation, please believe in me 🙏

“It really suits you,” Jayce says.

Viktor’s voice is low, an edge of shyness to it. “Thank you.”

“Don’t have to thank me. Just.” Jayce cuts himself off, unable to subdue the impulse of leaning in and putting his lips to the cool tip of Viktor’s new cock.

“Jayce.”

“Please let me,” Jayce whispers, flattening his tongue over the rubbery head. The taste of dry silicone isn’t particularly exciting, but Viktor’s wide-eyed and fixated gaze on him makes up for it easily. As does the tight grip Viktor’s fingers suddenly have in Jayce’s hair.

“You’re getting distracted,” Viktor says hoarsely. But his hands don’t restrict Jayce’s motion, they simply follow along when Jayce sucks the tip in for a moment.

“Hm, I gotta get it lubed up, don’t I?” Jayce drags his tongue over the slowly warming texture and purposely makes his kisses wet, messily drooling over Viktor’s cock.

ranibow sprimkle@deadpokerface· May 21

sure why wouldnt it be? 😗

ranibow sprimkle@deadpokerface· May 12

traveled a whole day and 1500km so my grandma can ignore me for brazilian telenovela jayce talis

thiago lacerda on television in my grandma's kitchen, she's watching the show like her life depends on it

ranibow sprimkle@deadpokerface· Apr 29

oh wait i got a little tender jayvik sweetness for #transjayceweek and #wipwednesday (cw period mention)

It shouldn’t be this hard to tell him, it’s not even something that’s necessarily a secret and still Jayce can’t help being uncomfortable.

They’re in the slightly odd in-between state of knowing each other inside and out as best friends for years, but only having taken the step towards a romantic relationship barely three weeks ago. And that was really more of a desperate leap into each other’s arms than an actual step. Physical intimacy posing such an uncomplicated continuation of what they’ve already had as a deep emotional connection for so long.

And yet this is something Jayce wishes he could just conveniently erase from his own body and from Viktor’s perception.

“Jayce, please tell me what’s wrong?” Viktor cups Jayce’s face carefully between his palms. Most likely feeling the warmth seeping into Jayce’s cheeks from the tender touch and the ridiculous awkwardness he just can’t shake over this topic.

“It’s—” Jayce starts and then sighs loudly. He leans in so his face is pressed into Viktor’s sternum and he can avoid eye contact for this. “It’s my period. I still get it sometimes and it does make me a little… thin-skinned.”

“...Oh,” Viktor says, like he just realizes he could’ve come to that conclusion without help.

“Yeah,” Jayce mumbles into the scratchy wool of Viktor’s sweater vest, wrapping his arms around Viktor’s middle.

“That is, ah, good to know. I just don’t remember you ever being… this short tempered, or at least I’ve never noticed in the past years.” Viktor muses. He cards his fingers slowly through Jayce’s hair, petting absentmindedly. “I’m sorry you’re feeling unwell, but what’s different today?”

“Well,” Jayce chuckles quietly. “Usually, I’m not so… distracted that I forget to pick up a new dose of meds to help with the, ah, pain-induced short temper.”

Viktor’s hands still as he seems to connect the dots more easily this time. He cradles Jayce’s face and forces him to look up again. The corners of his lips are twitching with amusement. “What exactly was distracting you?”

“I think you know very well.” Jayce smiles and can very much see how Viktor realizes they have spent nearly every single day and night together since they finally confessed their feelings to each other.

“Ah, I see. How careless and egotistical of me.” Viktor strokes his thumbs apologetically over Jayce’s cheekbones. The touch seeps through Jayce’s body like warm honey.

“Yes, poor me, horribly distracted every night by a gorgeous man making sweet love to me. It’s a wonder I get any work done during the day when you’re the only thing I have on my mind all the time.” This would be laying it on thick if it wasn’t the simple and unfiltered truth, too easily slipping out of Jayce when Viktor’s hands are on him. Jayce doesn’t mind, they spent too long hiding their feelings, he doesn’t want to hold them back ever again.

Sweetly, color shows fast on Viktor’s pale skin. He huffs a shy laugh as a charming blush graces his face. “I’m afraid that now I just want to distract you even more.” He leans in and presses their lips together in a kiss.

Heat pools together with the numb pain in Jayce’s lower belly as Viktor’s teeth graze over his bottom lip. It’s not that Jayce doesn’t want this, but still he pulls away a little.

“We—we still have work to do today,” he tries with a raspy voice.

“Jayce, we’re so ahead of schedule I think we are going to be fine if we take the afternoon off so I can take care of you.” Viktor presses the words as little kisses over Jayce’s jaw, undeterred. “And make you feel better.”

ranibow sprimkle@deadpokerface· Mar 15

💦 #jayvik freak4freak roommate au (part 6) 💦 or: what a 13 day relationship does to a mf 💦standalone oneshot, ~4.3k words 💦sexting your hot bf at the gym 💦offensive amounts of dorky ass flirting 💦wet & messy oral + light dom/sub vibes 🔗🔞 archiveofourown.org/works/81098986

Screenshot of AO3 fic on a black and white background with a slight purple-ish gradient depicting two hands holding a phone on top of a blanket, description and link for the fic are in the post.

ranibow sprimkle@deadpokerface· Feb 27

📸

Viktor sends a picture that definitely won't ever be hung on Ximena Talis' apartment walls.

ranibow sprimkle@deadpokerface· Feb 24

surely its #wipwednesday somewhere... i struggle to call this freak4freak jayvik considering theyre rly just being cutie4cutie rn 💦

i miss you.

He doesn’t expect an answer straight away. Surely Jayce is in the middle of a set, hyper-focused and diligent.

It takes thirty seconds for the three dots to show up. Another five for the message to deliver.

miss you too.

Viktor smiles. A second message comes through.

i swear i’m going super fast for u. nearly done with squats!

Viktor imagines the very intimately familiar shape of two ass cheeks bulging against offensively tight shorts.

send a pic.

It takes a moment longer for a reply now. Nearly a minute before the picture loads from pixelated to sharp details.

It’s a squat rack, holding a barbell at shoulder height, stacked with what Viktor has to assume is an impressive amount and size of bumper plates. The only thing making the image not look like a stock photo is the tip of Jayce’s worn out sneakers peeking in at the bottom of the screen.

Viktor rolls his eyes.

thx, obv thats what i wanted a picture of.

Jayce reacts with a laughing emoji to the message and keeps Viktor waiting for a whole two minutes before a second picture comes in.

It’s a selfie, in the most literal sense.

Jayce’s workout flushed and sweaty face, damp strands of hair sticking to his forehead and tooth gap glinting through a charming little grin.

Jayce might just be the first and only man to ever send a gym pic that cuts off his entire body. There is barely a glimpse of his neck visible in this perfectly adorable, completely innocent portrait. Viktor could forward this to Ximena and it would be framed and hanging on a wall within a day.

Viktor snorts a laugh. Either Jayce is fucking with him or it genuinely doesn’t occur to him that Viktor is asking for something a little spicier. A visual snack, a little treat of pixels to tide Viktor over.

It is entirely possible that Jayce is unfamiliar with the concept of sending thirst traps to your partner as a more straightforward form of flirting. He might just prefer it the old school way. Viktor wouldn’t say no to multiple pages of handwritten love letters and a sepia portrait to keep in a locket. Maybe a lock of hair, too.

And, truthfully, it would be a lie to pretend like Viktor really needs more than the image of Jayce’s face to get all warm and tingly inside, anyways. Just imagining it is enough most days. Love is an amazingly potent drug.

Viktor heart-reacts to the image. Then, he wiggles out of the blanket and onto his back.

Obviously Jayce still deserves a visual response.

ranibow sprimkle@deadpokerface· Feb 17

hey, he's a freshly middle aged 47 years, please and thank you (but yeah, arguably old in comparison to jayce's hormone-fueled, youthfully sparkling 20 years 🤭 )

straw page message reading: OLD MAN VIKTOR OLD MAN VIKTOR

ranibow sprimkle@deadpokerface· Feb 16

this will find whoever it needs to find (age gap student/teacher jayvik lovers 💘)

“Ah, hello, Jayce.” He meets Jayce’s gaze with a smile. “I hope you’re not here for a second round on semantics in your latest project report. I’m afraid this close to the weekend I do not quite have the patience for another hour of discourse on that,” he adds in a mildly teasing, but still gentle tone.

Jayce laughs a little self-consciously, fiddling with the strap of his cross-shoulder bag as he recalls last week’s office hour spent in heated discussion over points deducted over ‘imprecise language’. Not that this actually impacted anything in the overall grading of his report, but Jayce loves to argue semantics nearly as much as having a valid pretense to visit his professor during office hours.

“Oh no, sir, you’ve made your point very clear on that front. I’ve learnt my lesson and will be incredibly precise in my wording for all my future coursework,” Jayce bows his head in mock deference to the word of god, or in this case, the word of his professor. Which, on Piltover Campus, is practically the same thing.

“I’m glad to hear that.” Viktor chuckles.

Jayce’s breath catches in his throat as his attention fixates on the shine of amber eyes crinkling with amusement.

After a drawn moment of Jayce staring dumbly, Viktor cocks his head to the side in question. “So, how exactly can I help you in the last three minutes of my office hour, Mr. Talis?”

“Ah, yes, of course, well, it’s—” Jayce catches the tail end of his wits before they dissolve in the hormone-fried mush that is his brain as of late. “It’s more of a… personal matter.”

ranibow sprimkle@deadpokerface· Feb 14

happy jaylentines day 💘

Jayce plush nestled into the neckline of a pink hoodie, the neck of the person wearing it is visible but not their face.

ranibow sprimkle@deadpokerface· Jan 1

new year and, uhh, same old me? 🫣

Screenshot showing this user's very obvious bias towards loving jayce talis lmao

ranibow sprimkle@deadpokerface· Dec 25

if the holidays are a trying time for you, take this little jelf to lift your spirits ✨

A little chibi jayce plush made of felt with a christmas elf neck collar.

ranibow sprimkle@deadpokerface· Dec 21

different jayvik cake, similar freak flavor - a little wip for @tartytoots.bsky.social's stonerAU 💦

The door isn’t locked.

Actually, the door isn’t even closed.

It’s cracked open a hand-width with light spilling out enticingly into the dark hallway.

It’s an invitation, really.

Or at the very least a taunt.

Viktor is sure that it definitely can’t be an accident. Not when they’ve lived together this long, knowing each other’s schedules and habits inside out.

Viktor stills with the hand on the handle of the bathroom door.

Jayce knows Viktor is home.

Jayce knows Viktor is home and still he left the bathroom door open. Privacy is admittedly barely a concept in their roommateship, the boundaries of their friendship are more a vague blur than anything resembling defined lines. So, this wouldn’t even be such a big deal, if Jayce were doing mundane things in there.

Except he isn’t.

Viktor has watched enough porn to recognize the unmistakable sound of someone having a passionate self-care session.

Jayce is, without a doubt, jerking off in there.

Which is cool. Fine. So very normal, even.

Or it would be, with a closed and locked door. A lesson they’ve learned so early in their cohabitating relationship, that there is no way Jayce would forget about it out of the blue.

So, Viktor concludes, it has to be on purpose.

It’s the only reason he doesn’t politely ignore the situation like a decent room mate would. Instead, on an adrenaline and curiosity fueled whim, he nudges the door a little, widening the field of vision so he can peek into the room from the relative obscurity of the unlit hallway.

The view isn’t a surprise, clearly spoiled by the sounds he already overheard, and still Viktor is caught off guard momentarily.

Jayce is hunched over the bathroom sink, boxers bunched on the floor around his ankles and forehead pressed to the ceiling high mirror, harsh pants fogging his own reflection. His tank top is pushed up by one hand, fingers digging into what Viktor knows is a beautifully plush pectoral muscle. Jayce is also tall enough that he can easily use the other hand to fist his erection above the sink, the rounded marble rim digging into his thighs but not obstructing movement or view.

Arousal feels like a gut punch, blood rushing in violent throbs to Viktor’s crotch as he watches—for a few debilitating heartbeats—as Jayce jerks himself off in frantic, quick strokes. Jayce’s eyes, usually a charmingly glinting hazel, are dark in a half lidded stare at himself. In a shaky movement, a strand of pre-cum drips from his cock into the sink, and with a low groan Jayce leans in further, lips parting and catching on the damp surface of the mirror, a wet approximation of a kiss to his twin image.

ranibow sprimkle@deadpokerface· Dec 3

me, struggling to write and trying not to cry about it: u can do it for him

Tiny felt plushy jayce resting with his back against an open laptop screen

ranibow sprimkle@deadpokerface· Nov 18

everybody admire my progress 🤧

word doc with only the word 'jayce' on it

ranibow sprimkle@deadpokerface· Nov 7

we're all going to collectively pretend its #wipwednesday so i can have a pretense to post this - something something pizza and roleplay and freak4freak jayvik

Viktor opens the door with an amused smile. “You forgot the umbrella, too, hm?”

Jayce beams back, eyes glinting under the soaked hood of his jacket. “Pizza delivery through storm and rain, just for you.” He holds the damp pizza carton up with pride.

Inspiration strikes Viktor with a fun little idea. Instead of stepping to the side and letting Jayce into the safe and dry warmth of their room, Viktor leans against the door frame with what he hopes comes across as at least an attempt at seductiveness. “Oh, but I don’t even have any money to pay you.”

A classic. Vintage, even, when it comes to effortless bedroom tropes.

Unfortunately oblivious to a great setup, Jayce snorts in response. “Dude, what? I clearly already paid. Like Gia would ever let us run up a tab or something, we’d bankrupt the whole—oh.” He stops, adorably catching up with a delay. “Oh, wait, you were—like doing a thing, right?”

There we go.

Viktor nods slowly and wordlessly, biting down a smile.

Jayce straightens up like his sudden new role needs psyching up. The soft weather-related flush on his cheeks intensifies. “Okay, so—I’m, what… a pervy pizza delivery guy?”

“If you want to be.”

“... How pervy?” Jayce asks, very serious, clutching the pizza box tight. He’d surely be the kind of porn star that asks for his character’s internal motivations before putting his dick into a proffered hole (or offering his own orifices for usage).

Viktor chuckles. “As pervy as you like.”

“Oh damn, okay.”

Like Jayce’s most pervy fantasy so far hasn’t been missionary with desperately whispered love confessions.

ranibow sprimkle@deadpokerface· Oct 28

welcome back to the freak4freak #jayvik roommate au - this time with viktor's freak origin story: 💦 Oneshot (but part of a series), 5k+ words 💦 Yearning So Hard It Makes You Do Crazy Things 💦 Nerdy Best Friendism, Minor Uni Drama & ...Sweat? 🔗🔞 archiveofourown.org/works/73219021

Screenshot of ao3 fic, description and link are in the post.

ranibow sprimkle@deadpokerface· Oct 19

even if i end up cutting this from the final version, just know this did happen 🙏

He has absolutely lost it over the peek of a naked ankle before. Then again, even those are handsome on Jayce. Surprisingly slim, yet sturdy. What an exceptionally normal thought to have and get three orgasms out of.

ranibow sprimkle@deadpokerface· Oct 15

#wipwednesday it's been a while on the freak4freak jayvik front, have a little peek into viktor's freak origin story💦

There is the soft shuffling sound of fabric, and Viktor turns around in time to watch as Jayce’s workout shirt, tossed with carelessness and bad aim over the rim of the laundry hamper, slides in ridiculous slow-motion down to the floor.

Viktor blinks. And before he can question the instinct, he reaches the butt of his cane over and scoops the shirt up. It’s the nice thing to do. Cleaning up a little mess. Picking the shirt up and putting it back into the hamper.

Back.

Into the hamper.

On a questionable autopilot, Viktor pulls the cane end towards himself and takes the shirt into his hand.

It’s wet, obviously. Sweat drenched and crumpled in Viktor’s grasp.

Viktor looks over to the bathroom door. The stream of water is a soft background noise to Viktor’s strangely loud breath.

Viktor knows what Jayce smells like. Their friendship is a highly physical affair. They’re close. Viktor catalogues, cherishes and obsesses over every touch they share.

But there are lines. Some so basic, rooted in human decency and common sense, that they don’t need to be verbalized.

Viktor is about to cross a good dozen of those.

ranibow sprimkle@deadpokerface· Oct 10

jayvik cathedrals for those who squint both eyes and found their favorite game from 2017 again 🙏

ranibow sprimkle@deadpokerface· Sep 27

on a muuuch more delightful note, i get to write some cutieful smut for @ourdesireszine.bsky.social 🤭 ahh im so exciteddddd

ranibow sprimkle@deadpokerface· Sep 10

my heart got a little horny so here's some jayvik room mates au #wipwednesday with jayce achieving levels of schmoop viktor can barely keep up with

Jayce exhales the smoke with a long sigh, content and deep. “This is the second best day of my life.”

“Only second? What’s first place?” Viktor asks, amused, as he lets his fingers play with the little curls that have strayed over Jayce’s forehead.

“That will be the day when I marry you.”

Viktor’s heart tears itself from its place in his ribcage to get stuck in his throat, violent and hot. Somehow he manages to squeeze words past it. “When is quite presumptuous.”

Jayce smiles, serenely with his eyes still closed. “No, it isn’t. You’ll say yes when the day comes. And I will be your husband and you’ll be mine.”

Before Jayce can get another hit in, Viktor gently pries the joint from his hand hovering mid air between them. Jayce is floating on that comfortable level of high that unlocks easy confidence and ridiculously unfiltered love confessions. And apparently, as today’s special, proposals, too. Viktor wants to keep him right there.

“Eh, and what if I want to be the one to propose?” he asks, taking a slow drag of the little stub that is left of Jayce’s special birthday present.

“I figured I’d save you the trouble of going down on one knee.”

Viktor can’t stop the peal of giggles bubbling up from his chest. “How considerate and selfless of you.”

Jayce squints against the sun to look up, cheeks dimpling with a dopey smile. He tilts himself more until Viktor’s hand on his forehead slips downwards over his face and against his lips. Viktor feels a little kiss to the inside of his ringfinger, before Jayce rubs his entire face into Viktor’s palm. “You feel that? That’s husband material.”

Defenseless against this level of sappiness and the fizzing lightness of being probably even more baked than Jayce, Viktor splutters into laughter in response.

“Not convinced?” Jayce asks and grabs Viktor’s hand to hold it still as he rubs his face even more intensely into Viktor’s skin.

“Fine, I can’t argue with that,” Viktor admits, unable to get himself out of Jayce’s grip so he settles for squeezing Jayce’s cheeks until his lips form a big pout. “You win, you’re allowed to propose to me. When the day comes. And I’ll do you the favor of acting surprised about it.”

Jayce can’t smile properly with his cheeks being held hostage but his eyes, clearly bloodshot around thick pupils, sparkle with joy. Viktor eases up when Jayce moves to speak, voice coming out low and pleased. “Viktor Talis sounds nice.”

“It will be Dr. Viktor Talis,” Viktor corrects him, warmth flooding his face in what must be a ridiculously obvious blush.

“So you’ll take my name?” Jayce asks, somehow managing to beam with even more blindingly bright happiness than before.

“Well, it does sound nice.”

ranibow sprimkle@deadpokerface· Sep 2

i just think it's neat when viktor has a huge dick (and jayce thinks so too, hes literally getting creampied as i type this, lucky boy) #jayviknsfw

Colored drawing of naked Viktor in a sitting position with his legs spread, hard dick curving up to his stomach. He's blushy and looking to the side with a half smirk.

ranibow sprimkle@deadpokerface· Aug 31

lil sketchy s1 waxed jayce jump scare... be nice to him, he's just feeling his oats 🫣

Sketch of topless jayce with his arms above his head, looking to the side and smiling shyly.

ranibow sprimkle@deadpokerface· Aug 31

way too impatient to do a threadfic so here's some more jayvik sauna au cuteness as screenshots coz im apparently writing this now yay /6

“I—” Viktor starts, refusal getting stuck in his throat when Jayce’s expression finally registers properly. He’s smiling in that charmingly boyish way that has surely already captivated many a victim before, but it’s the eyes that give him away. The anxious mix of hopeful and shy is so obvious, Viktor can’t help but accept the insane reality that he’s really, seriously being hit on right now. By his own student. More than half his age. Who looks like it might genuinely hurt him if the next words coming out of Viktor’s mouth were a rejection. “I suppose I do, ah, owe you. So yes, I insist. Buying you a drink seems the bare minimum, considering you saved me from what could have been a much more humiliating experience than it already was.”

Jayce laughs, eyes crinkling with genuine delight now. “It really wasn’t that bad but I’ll happily accept the invitation. And you’ll be glad to hear I don’t actually drink. Well, alcohol, that is.”

“So what, a mocktail will already get me out of my debt?”

“If it makes you feel better, I’ll make sure to pick the most expensive one. This is still a Piltovan spa, you’ll be surprised how expensive fruit juice can be if it comes in a coconut with a straw.”

“And a little umbrella, I assume?”

“Oh, you bet, Professor.” Jayce winks and Viktor’s stomach flutters in an approximation of butterflies he had assumed long extinct.

“You don’t—No need for such formalities off campus. You just carried my naked, half conscious body out of a sauna in the middle of the fanciest nude spa in Piltover. It kind of makes the experience even worse when you remind me I’m supposed to be an authority figure to you. It’s Viktor.”

ranibow sprimkle@deadpokerface· Aug 27

modern au #jayvik coffee date shenanigans ☕️ One-Shot, 1.4k+ words, E ☕️ Accidentally Kinky Dirty Talk In Public ☕️ A Lot Of Jealousy (Jayce), Even More Teasing (Viktor) & The Most Banter (Both) ☕️ Dom Cis Viktor & Sub Trans Jayce 🔞🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/69863891

Screenshot of ao3 fic, link and description in the post.

ranibow sprimkle@deadpokerface· Aug 25

ohhh yall thought i was joking as if id ever pass up the opportunity to write adorably jealous sub jayce (and jayvik doing slightly inappropriate and accidentally kinky things in public) haH

“Jayce, why do you want me to be jealous?”

“Because it shows that you love me and that…”

“Yes?”

Jayce looks away, shyness overtaking. “That I am yours.”

Viktor smiles, nudging Jayce’s feet with his own under the little table they share.

“You are mine, Jayce.”

Jayce blushes in a nearly Pavlovian response to words that are usually reserved for moments in very intimate privacy. “Okay.”

“Did I not make that one clear, just this very morning? Is that not enough for you?”

There is a beat of silence. Viktor watches as Jayce chews his bottom lip and how slowly, inevitably, emotion wins over reason.

“No.” Jayce says quietly, an edge of defiance in his voice.

Viktor huffs, more amused than offended. But he is nothing if not a patient and generous lover. And maybe also kind of petty.

“Alright.”

ranibow sprimkle@deadpokerface· Aug 18

Finally, a very late #jayvikbdsmweek collab for Day 4: Bodily Fluids | Piss 💦 One-Shot (but part of a series), 2.8k 💦 Freak4Freak Jayvik Getting Wet, Messy & Cute 💦 BONUS: Contains Wonderfully Hot Illustrations by The Glorious @tartytoots.bsky.social 🔞🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/69229346