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SUB JAYCE‼️‼️
Thinking About You... A Lot
Notes: about time we get jayce solo session 😍😍
Pairing: Jayce x implied f!reader
Summary: Jayce needs you. Badly. So, during his own time, he'd do unimaginable things behind closed doors.
Warnings/Tags: 18+ work!! minors shoo flyyyyy - drabble, submissive jayce, attempted dirty talk, cussing, sub fantasies, puupy dog jayce, slave jayce?, m!masturbation, brief nipple play overstim, assistant!reader, use of 'master', f!reader implied but no use of feminie pronouns — tell me if I've missed anything!
The flickering lamplight cast long, dancing shadows across Jayce's workshop, illuminating the intricate gears and gleaming metals of his latest invention. But his mind wasn't on the intricate workings of his hammer.
It was consumed by the images you.
He imagined your hands, tracing the contours of his chest, your fingers lingering on the rise and fall of his muscles. A low moan escaped his lips as he brought his own hand to his arousal, the rough fabric of his gloves a poor substitute for your touch.
But nevermind that, he was quick to tear it off his hands.
Tonight, his hand was wrapped around his lengthy, fat cock, stroking to his terrible sketches of you in his personal notebook. His fingers slid over his slick tip, covered in pre-cum. Jayce couldn't hold back any longer. He thrust his hand into his fist, his eyes rolling back as he cried out.
"Need you..." he managed to mutter out his wet, drooling lips from his weak attempts on spitting on his cock to lubricate it. Leaning forward, he fisted his rock-hard erection. Waves of longing crashed over him as he imagined running his hands over your skin or trailing kisses down your neck. Jayce pumped his dick furiously, his breathing ragged.
“I’m fucking myself just for you.” The wet sounds grew lewder every stroke.
Beads of sweat trickled down Jayce's forehead. He quickened his pace as his desire reached a feverish peak. He was already incredibly close to cumming and was about to cover a sketched picture of you with his load.
Closer and closer he brought himself. He was palming his thighs with his free hand like he was pawing at your tits. He needed to worship you, slap, suck, praise your breasts. Dammit, he needed to draw you nude one day.
Visions of you playing coy, batting your eyes, teasing him with every little glance, "Won't you leash me one day? Woof..." It was a disgustingly pathetic noise that escaped his throat. If he had a tail, he'd be wagging it like crazy.
He could still hear your laughter from the lab, feel the warmth emanating from your body when you stood too close as you showed him your experimental results. Jayce was quick to abandon pawing idly at his thighs and wrapped his hand around his swollen cock.
With both of his hands fisting his slick erection, he pumped faster. He leaned against his desk, furiously and desperately thrusting into his hand as if he was thrusting into your warm cunt. Subconsciously, he rose from his seat, putting most of his weight now against his desk.
"Fuck me, please..." he whined out like a kicked puppy.
Jayce let his hands fall away, clutching the edge of the table while staring at your portraits. Instead, ground his hips against the metal of his workbench, the sensation agonisingly not enough. He bit his lip, trying to stifle the moan that threatened to escape. He was close, so close, his body trembling and shuddering with every thrust.
He fisted his cock once more, desperately pounding into the table as if he would be pounding you against it. His broad hips would bang against the table, shaking whatever items were listed on top along with wet plaps of his throbbing cock into his hand.
"...Cumming!" With a strained whimper, he blew his load all over his sketches of you, streaks of thick cum covering the brown paper and his workbench. He quivered, his hips stuttering as he slowly but harshly thrusted against the table to draw out his orgasm.
His hazy, glossy eyes ran over his current situation. He looked over the spurts of cum all over the table. He wished this cum ended up inside you instead of wasting it all over his work space.
Jayce glanced down at his aching cock, feeling it soften only a bit but maintaining its erection. He bit his lip like a happy dog. His motions slowed as the first aftershocks subsided, but his excitement remained charged.
"Please keep fucking me, master..." he winced out with all the breath he could muster from his lungs. Reaching down, Jayce began to gently stroke his overly sensitive cock, eliciting small moans from the back of his throat as fresh arousal built. With every stroke, his hips jolted.
He imagined your face, your eyes wide with pleasure as he brought you to orgasm. He could almost taste you, smell you, feel your body beneath his. He thrust his into hand experimentally, plunging his overstimulated cock back into his warm, cum-covered fist. He cried out, his body convulsing with pleasure.
"Master! Woof... master." He barked out. Jayce brought his free hand up below his uniform and towards his pecs, searching for his sensitive nipples. With a pathetic cry, he pinched and flicked his nipples in time with his sloppy thrusts. He moaned, his head thrown back, his eyes squeezed shut.
He came quickly again with a shudder, his body trembling with the force of his release. He slumped back against his workbench, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He looked down at his hand, still stained with his own cum. His cock was yet to soften completely, a stubborn knot of horniness refusing to subside. He thrust into his hand again, the motion a desperate attempt to recapture the intensity of his release.
The sticky residue mirrored the mess he felt inside, a raw, chaotic cloud of lust. He moaned, his voice hoarse, a low, guttural sound that was swallowed by the silence of the workshop. Jayce tiredly slumped back into his chair, desperately stroking himself, giving up using his tired hips.
He pumped his cock harder, faster, driven by a need that bordered on pure greed. The image of you, your face, your body, your pleasure, fueled him. He was a furnace, burning with a white-hot intensity, consumed by the need to worship you.
He imagined your eyes shut with pleasure as he obeyed your commands. He imagined your body arching beneath him, your breath catching in sharp gasps as he pushed deeper and deeper. He imagined your name, a sweet melody on his lips, a word of power as you pulled on a leash that surrounded his neck.
The fantasy shifted, taking on a darker, more sinister tone. You were no longer the object of his desire, but his master. He was your plaything, a toy existing solely to fulfill your every whim.
"Can I go deeper, master?" He panted. Jayce imagined the leather biting into his skin, the rough texture against his sensitive flesh. He imagined your hand, gripping the leash, pulling him closer, deeper into your cunt. He imagined your voice, issuing commands, pushing him to his limits. The limits he so craved.
He stroked continued to pump his overstimulated cock, crying out and twitching but not tapping out. His body a marionette, dancing to your invisible strings when you weren't really there. He was simply feeding off of his imagination. Trapped in his own desires, cumming and cumming over and over.
Each orgasm a drug he consumed, followed by a crushing wave of emptiness. He was addicted, a slave to his own twisted fantasies. By the time he was 'done', he was out cold, drooling, covered in cum, and mumbling your name.
"You fucked me so good, master." He lolled out once more.
Post Notes: now that i think about it, i shouldve made jayce SQUIRT 🥲
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I like this
In season 5 Golden boy was just cruel.
In season 6 he was ok, but he failed so miserably in this season.
In season 7 he actually helped the super wings and even said that he solves problems and dosen't cause them?
In season 8 & 9 he is being responsible and helping his little cousin?!?
Is he becoming.....GOOD?!
I'll just say that the Golden Boy dragged the whole Eiffel Tower
Super wings battle 5 Golden Boy vs Golden Girl (i know there technically not super wings but I'll make an exception)
1st Strength
This is the only moment I can imagine Golden boy and Golden girl using strength in some way so this round is a tie. Next Speed
This is all I could find in there plane mode so I'll give it to Golden girl
Lastly Special Ability
Golden Boys special ability is his golden fists
Golden Girls special ability is her nano wand
Golden boys golden fists have been used a lot throughout the show but Golden Girls nano wand just seems to be more Powerful!
They're both strong in their own ways but Golden Girl wins this one!
WINNER: Golden Girl
While I was preparing for the exam, I got bored and I did it, lol
И вообще, нахуй мне готовиться, если я хочу спиться, вскрыться и сдохнуть
Flip, by the way, throws the ball 😇
What a cutie!!
I love the golden boy. and I really wanted to do my own personal humanization..
Jett is fighting with someone. Amazing
This is the first time that one of Theodore's schemes with Golden Boy is causing tensions among the Super Wings during the missions, like making them upset and almost angry.
Eventually Jett and Curie made up from these misunderstandings caused by the golden duo at the end of the episode.
Well, guys, what do you think the end awaits the Golden Boy? I mean, they can't endlessly shove it into all seasons in a row just like that. Now, in all his seasons, we can watch him grow as a character, and I like that. I don't want them to just leave it like that. He definitely doesn't deserve an end where they get rid of him and do it as if he never existed. I'm not saying that he should definitely become a member of the Super Wings, but I want him to have a decent end. And yes, he's my second favorite character, but if he's going to be added to all the next seasons without any development, then that's not cool.
I'm also thinking about creating an au where Golden Boy joined the Super Wings. I'm sure it will be fun.
You know, when I heard the news that the Golden Boy would get a cousin, I didn't understand anything. I thought why would they add relatives to such a bad character (I didn't even start season 5 then 💀) . But now, seeing how the Golden Boy cares about those he trusts (Golden Wheels, Golden Pet and Golden Girl), I think it was the right move. Adding companions to a character who "doesn't care about anyone", whom he values very much, is a great addition. It really helps his development over the seasons.
I swear I remembered more official works with them, I just couldn't find them. But eh
Competitive relationships are my favorite on this show
Just started season 8 and ngl I already like it. Marty has a chance to become my favorite. And Golden girl is very cute. But there's something about Dizzy's design that I don't like, she looks kind of weird.
I love this meme. The idea of it with superwings is not mine although I thought about it but I was kinda lazy so yeah(more humanization of the gb!!) Oh and ignore the crooked posters pls
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Well yk that one ep in s6 where he dressed as a moon lady. Just gonna say that I will post my arts there too and if don't like it ,well, I understand u. Also it's Golden Boys humanization but you can't really see it because of the costume
Golden child, Lion boy; Tell me what it's like to conquer. Fearless child, Broken boy; Tell me what it's like to burn.
—oh darling, even Rome fell // p.s.
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