Notes: short and sweet again! I love these fluffly slice of life snippets. This is also my first little poly Jayvik piece which is exciting! I really wanna write more for them and have a smut idea brewing in my mind. Oh, and Happy Near Year!
Warnings/Rating: suggestiveness, fluff, reader is an morning person | E for Everyone
Wordcount: 1.2k
Synopsis/Request: Can I ask for "Will you dance with me?" & "How can you be this happy this early in the morning?" With jayvik x reader?
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You were half aware of a warm body pressed up against your back as you stirred awake. You shifted slightly, the arm slung over your waist tensing and pulling you tightly against them, the strong muscles flexing against you, telling you without having to open your eyes that it was Jayce. The disgruntled mumble when you tried to shift away from him again confirmed it.
You cracked your eyes open slowly, your vision adjusting as Viktor’s peaceful face came into focus. His nose was almost brushing yours, and he snored softly, each exhale fanning across your cheeks and tickling just enough to make you scrunch your nose with a quiet, sleepy huff of laughter. His arm was also draped over you, his fingers twitching as your snort disturbed him, his own nose scrunching as his eyes fluttered a little, peeling open to meet yours.
“Good morning,” you grinned lazily as he leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to your nose, a tired grunt in place of a reply as he settled back into his pillow, eyes falling shut again as he pulled himself closer to you, hand leaving your waist only to reach over you to brush against Jayce as the bigger man stirred at your fidgeting.
“Will you two stay still?” he complained drowsily, burying his face into your hair as he too shuffled closer to you, his hand extending over your torso to pull Viktor in closer to you both.
You laughed, the sound bubbling out of you as you found yourself sandwiched between them, Viktor’s arm locking you in place while you wiggled just enough to press playful, teasing kisses across his cheeks.
“Stop it,” he muttered, his voice muffled by his groan, but the corners of his mouth twitched, betraying him.
Doubling down on your efforts, you chased his protests with more kisses, peppering them wherever you could reach. He turned his head away as best as he could, squeezing his eyes shut in an attempt to escape, but it only made you laugh harder.
“How can you be this happy this early in the morning?” His accent was always thicker first thing in the morning, rough with sleep.
“Because I get to wake up next to you,” you smirked, feeling Jayce pushing himself up on his elbow behind you, looking down at both of you.
“And where are my kisses?” he grumbled, eyes still heavy with sleep, “if you are going to wake me up this early, you better make it worth it.” You rolled your eyes as you shuffled onto your back and leaned up, peppering his cheeks with equal attention before laying back down against the pillows, Jayce leaning over you a little more to press a soft kiss to Viktor’s lips before falling back down beside you with a huff, fingers tracing over your bare stomach comfortingly.
“What time is it, anyway?” Viktor inquired, rubbing at his eyes sluggishly as you pressed yourself up again to glance at the nightstand clock,
“Eight.”
Jayce let out another groan from beside you, his voice muffled and heavy with sleep as you wriggled out from beneath the covers. Both of your boyfriends’ hands reached out instinctively, trying to pull you back into them, but you were too quick, sliding out of bed with a soft chuckle.
The moment you left, they shifted toward each other, instinctively filling the gap you left behind. Viktor buried his face against Jayce’s shoulder with a contented grumble, while Jayce draped an arm lazily over him, tugging the blankets up over their heads to shield themselves from the invading light.
You couldn’t help but smile at the sight, their grumpiness both endearing and amusing. It was almost tempting to crawl back in with them.
“If you didn’t want to be so tired you should have gone to bed earlier,” you taunted as you pulled on some fresh underwear, laughing when Jayce pulled the cover down with mock anger, narrowing his eyes at you,
“If I remember correctly it was you who was keeping us up.”
You shrugged with a smirk, “I don’t remember either of you complaining about it then.” You pulled a shirt over your head, letting it swamp you. You think it was Jayce’s but it smelled strongly of Viktor. “In fact, I remember it being quite the opposite.” You laughed as Jayce flushed, looking down disgruntled at Viktor beside him as he chuckled with you.
“What?” Viktor snickered, giving up on going back to sleep and pushing himself up to lean against the headboard. “You were doing ever so well for us moje láska.” Jayce’s flush only got deeper as he glanced between the two of you, struggling for words.
You huffed a laugh as you crossed your bedroom, very aware of their trailing eyes dragging up your bare legs as you flicked through your stacked vinyls and pulled out one of your favorites, sliding it from the cover and dropping it on the turntable, lining the needle up carefully. You smiled softly to yourself as the soft sound filled the room quietly. You found that music was one of the better ways to coax them out of bed when they were acting like toddlers.
“Will you dance with me?” you implored with a soft smile, offering them your best puppy dog eyes and holding your hands outstretched towards them.
“We clearly did not do our jobs correctly if you are still this energetic this early,” Jayce sighed as he ran a hand over his eyes, reluctantly throwing the covers back and throwing his legs over the edge.
You bit your lip, grinning, as he padded across the room watching his well-defined butt as he searched through the dresser for a pair of boxers neither you or Viktor had claimed as your own. You turned back to Viktor, sticking your lower lip out in a pout and twitching your fingers to try and lure him to you.
“I do not dance, you know this můj milý,” he sighed with a soft smile, slowly tearing his eyes away from Jayce to look at you.
You sucked in a breath as Jayce wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder as he pulled you back into him, his hands splayed out against your stomach and rocking you both slowly from side to side.
“Jayce isn’t being a spoil sport,” you whined, leaning back into him as he moved you slowly to the music.
“And that is where you’re mistaken,” he quipped with a smirk. Your brow furrowed with confusion for a second before he lifted your feet from the ground, your hand instinctively gripping at his forearms as you squealed. He tossed you back onto the mattress gently, immediately crawling over you to stop you getting up again, a knee positioning itself between your thighs to stop you wiggling. “What do you say, Vik? Wanna tire them out for a change?” Jayce’s voice was raspy as he looked up at your boyfriend, a teasing grin plastered on his lips as his tongue darted out to wet them.
“Eh, it is only fair,” he purred, running his fingers through your hair with the ghost of a grin.
professor talis pushes your hair back away from your face—and your work. he holds it tightly within his gentle grasp as you suck him off. your lips wrap around his tip before slowly inching down to sink around the base of his stiff cock. breathing through your nose as he fills up every inch of your mouth, practically presses into your throat, forcing your tongue to lay flat. you rake your eyes across his strong body as you sit propped up on your knees between his parted legs. he leans against his desk while his eyes flutter from the pleasure waving through his body. your name slips from his lips like a sin as you suck at his sensitive tip; making the most obscene noises as you blow him, as large as he was, it was kinda hard not to.
a mix of his precum and your spit dribbles down your chin as you quickly move up and down along his shaft; thoroughly enjoying the grunts and whines that echo inside his office. then without warning, a yank on your hair forces you to swallow him to his flared base. where jayce forces you to take him entirely into your mouth before he holds you there. tears spring to the corner of your eyes as you accept the full weight of his stiff cock across your tongue and into your throat. you manage to huff through your nose, pressed right up against his abdomen, as a pathetic whine is stifled around the thick of his base. stars dance across your pretty eyes. and you could tell he was being rougher than usual…all because of a certain new guest standing off to the side, watching the both of you with an intense gaze.
drawn curtains and a locked door this time, jayce could do anything he wanted to do and yet all he wanted to do was make a mess out of you. so professor talis keeps you still for what feels like an eternity. draws out every little whiney moan and breathless hiccup he can, putting on a show for the other man standing in the room.
“fuck,” jayce groans under his breath, face twisting in pleasure as he stares down at you. watches your work briefly before his eyes trailer over to the other. “feels so good v.” jayce rasps before his eyes return to you. “‘s so good baby.” he adds quickly, praising you for taking him so well. without another word, his grip relaxes in your tangled hair, guiding you backwards and off his shaft with a wet pop.
you already know how puffy and red your lips must be. what a mess you must look like—tangled up hair from his grip, spit and precum alike sticking to your skin, your eyes hazy with want and need. you lick your lips though, showing off to jayce and viktor that you could take whatever given to you. and from the tight, strain inside professor viktor’s dress pants…you knew it was working in your favor.
“professor,” you call as sultry as you can, voice rough from your previous activity, looking over at the other man with a smile. “need a little help?” you ask. making a point to glance at the obvious bulge in his pants that he was poorly attempting to hide. a dark, scarlet blush settles across his face, unable to look you in the eye but even with all his embarrassment…he nods.
jayvikxgn!reader general, Reader with EDS, comfort and fluff
word count: 1,4K
author’s note: This is a request for my favourite tumblrina @rennethen! Thank you friend for always supporting me, never being sick of me, indulging my ideas and making me better and always being there for me ♡ Also sorry for confusing you with a bunch of weird questions lol :v
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The front door clicks shut behind you with a sigh. You lean your back to it for a moment, just to breathe, just to exist. The weight of the shift still clings to your limbs—your knees aching, hips loose in a way that promises pain later. You don’t even get your shoes off before Jayce appears in the hall.
“There you are,” he says, voice low and warm, already moving toward you. He doesn’t wait—just scoops you up in his arms like it’s nothing, one hand steady behind your knees, the other supporting your back. “Long one?”
You nod into his shoulder, letting yourself go pliant. Your joints thank you for it.
Viktor’s voice floats from the living room. “I told him to wait five more minutes before pacing.” He appears in the doorway, leaning lightly on his cane, a soft smile tucked into the corner of his mouth. “I see I was right.”
Jayce chuckles as he carries you past him. “Couldn’t help it. You should’ve seen the way they looked walking in.”
“I am seeing it now,” Viktor murmurs, trailing you both slowly toward the couch. “Like a soul held together by sheer defiance.”
With gentle hands, Jayce eases you down onto the cushions, already pulling a blanket around your legs. He crouches to untie your shoes, hands deft and sure despite his size.
“Water?” Viktor offers, already moving to fetch it. “Or perhaps tea? You look like your body has given up but your mind is still trying to prove something.”
Jayce gently coaxes your legs out straight, assessing the joints with that furrowed brow he gets when he’s concentrating. “Want me to stretch them out?”
“Please,” you murmur, sinking back.
The quiet settles, warm and easy. Viktor brings over a cup— genmaicha, your favourite—and sits beside you with care, his cane resting along the couch arm.
“You don’t have to talk,” he says quietly, hand resting on the top of your head and thumb brushing hair off your forehead. “But if you want to complain, I am a very good listener.”
“I’m not sure you are ready to hear about my murderous tendencies toward customers, Vik,” you say with a mocking smile, earning yourself a chuckle.
Jayce, meanwhile, lifts your leg slowly, bracing your knee while rotating your ankle in a soft circle. “Tell me where it catches,” he murmurs. “We’ll work around it.”
You nod, jaw slack with the effort of not wincing. The stretch pulls at the muscles along your calf and thigh—sharp for a moment, then dull, then something close to release. Jayce is careful. Always has been. He knows when to pause, when to press just a little deeper, the kind of pressure that draws the tightness out rather than flaring it up. With each gentle pull, your body yields further, muscles sighing into his hands like they’ve been waiting all day for this exact kind of care. He shifts to the other leg, knuckles brushing your skin, calm and certain. One of your joints clicks softly, and he soothes the area with his palm like he’s done it a hundred times before.
You breathe in tea steam. You let your eyes close. You are surrounded by steady hands, warm voices, and the gentle sound of water running—Jayce, as always, prepared with the bath, Viktor easing the cup from your hands when it’s empty.
He leans in, pressing a kiss to your temple. Light as breath, but grounding. His hand lingers a moment at the side of your face, thumb brushing along your cheekbone.
“You’ve done enough for today, miláčku,” Viktor murmurs. “Let yourself be looked after.”
Jayce meets your eye with a crooked smile as he finishes the final stretch. “Bath’s ready,” he says, with that same easy tone, already moving to help you up with all the gentle surety of someone who knows where it hurts before you even say it.
By the time the water cradles you, you’ve melted past words. Steam clings to your skin. The ache recedes into a distant murmur, dulled further by Jayce’s strong hands supporting you in and Viktor’s palm on your shoulder. You sink into the heat and into them—Viktor seated just beside the tub, a worn paperback already in hand, his reading glasses perched low on his nose.
“I thought something familiar might be kind tonight,” he says, flipping the book open. “Something you don’t need to chase too hard to follow.”
His voice settles around you like the steam itself—soft, articulate, lightly accented. You barely register the words at first, lulled by cadence alone, Jayce’s fingers now working shampoo into your scalp with care.
At some point the movement in your hair stills and you crack one eye open—Viktor, still reading, throws a glance in your direction and chuckles. “He’s asleep again. Does this mean I’m so boring?”
“Well, it’s my book, so it might mean we’re both boring,” you mumble, words slurred with comfort. “Or that you have some uncanny ASMR talent,” you add after a moment, lips twitching at the corners.
Viktor hums, clearly pleased. “Perhaps I missed my calling.”
You lean your head back against the edge of the tub, letting the quiet fill in again—soft voice, slow breathing, the warmth of the water holding you like a second skin. A small splash done by Viktor’s hand breaks the stillness. Jayce jolts with a start, blinking blearily as water drips from his forearm where it slid too close to the edge.
“Wake up, Jayce,” Viktor says dryly, closing the book with a gentle thud. “Even if we tried together, we can’t carry you anywhere.”
Jayce groans, rubbing his eyes. “I wasn’t asleep. I was meditating.”
“You were drooling,” you say, grinning now.
Jayce scowls in that performative way, eyes still smiling. “Well, maybe if the vibes weren’t so peaceful in here—”
“You’re welcome,” Viktor says, voice smug with affection. “But please refrain from the spotlight theft, at least tonight.”
“Careful, Viktor, or you’ll have to walk the stairs on your own.”
Viktor lifts an eyebrow. “Did you hear that?” He gasps, placing a hand to his chest. “It’s domestic violence.”
Jayce huffs a laugh and rolls his eyes. “You’re lucky I like you so much.” Then, he turns to you, softening. “Alright, let’s get you out of there.”
When Viktor sways by, Jayce pulls him in and presses a loud kiss to his cheek. Then, he helps you upright with the same care he’s carried through the night—strong arms bracing under yours, towel ready the moment your skin hits the air. His hands move with quiet confidence, wrapping you up, drying gently. You don’t need to speak; he moves on memory and muscle.
Clothes appear like magic—fuzzy, soft, already warmed somehow. Jayce helps you into them slowly, patient even through the sleeves. Then he bends to pull you to his chest. You wrap around him like a sleepy sloth, legs around his waist, arms over his shoulders, cheek pressed to his collarbone.
“Comfy?” he murmurs, and you nod into his skin.
Back in the bedroom, Viktor’s already settled with the book, blanket pulled up around his waist. Jayce lays you down between them and flops into place with a dramatic sigh, but his hand finds your thigh a second later, thumb rubbing soft, lazy arcs into the fabric of your trousers.
Viktor picks up where he left off. His voice carries low and steady, more vibration than tone at this point. Your fingers tangle into his curls, combing slowly through them. He leans into it without pause, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Jayce’s circles grow slower. You feel his breath shift. His arm heavy where it wraps over your middle. A deep inhale, then a slack exhale. You hum faintly and Viktor pauses.
“Gone?” he asks, glancing down.
You don’t answer—your breath’s too steady now, too even. He huffs softly, nose scrunching as he flips the book closed. c
“I should be paid for this,” he mutters, but his hand finds yours anyway, resting there on the blanket, letting it stay. He presses a soft kiss to your temple and mutters, “Sleep well, apple of my eye.”
I was hoping to request a jayvik x reader with depression. Ideally a modern college AU, maybe reader hasn't left their room in a few days and the boys check on them?? Angsty fluff?? Do with this as you will, take what you want leave what you don't, whatever you write will be amazing. Make sure you're resting, eating, and touching grass love <3
Hi love! I'm sorry it took so long, I feel like two weeks might just settle as my current waiting time :v I confirm that eating and touching grass has been done today. Here it goes!
Help me get back to your arms
jayvikxgn!reader general audiences, Modern college AU, depressed reader, comfort and fluff
author’s note: title from Radiohead's song Motion Picture Soundtrack. And thank you guys for sending me such lovely requests. Forgot to say, @rennethen beta read this, thank you!
word count: 0,9K
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Your phone keeps buzzing, and after some time, you stop bothering to check. You bury your head under the pillow and groan. It’s only been two days, hasn’t it? Or was it more?
The vibrations become so annoying that you finally pick up your phone, intending to turn it off—until you see the notification, and your heart melts a little. Jayce and Viktor are bickering in your group chat over the propriety of the memes Jayce has been sending you. And while some of them are, well… corny, the whole conversation still makes you smile.
Until a sharp knock on your dorm room door makes you jump, and your phone slips from your hand before you can finish reading.
“Shit,” you mutter under your breath, calculating whether you can just ignore it.
“Hey, it’s me!” comes a cheerful voice, and you already know Jayce is pressing his ear to the door.
“And me,” Viktor adds, with a hint of sulk that makes you sure he just rolled his eyes at Jayce and huffed.
“Yeah, right! It’s us. Can we come in?”
You glance around your room—uh, it’s a mess. You glance down at yourself—uh, you’re an even bigger mess. But before you can answer, the door cracks open.
Viktor’s worried face peeks through, his eyes lighting up as soon as he sees you. “Hey, darling. Can we come in?”
He pauses, waiting for confirmation, and you find yourself frozen in place, standing in the middle of the room, unable to say anything. So instead, you just nod and hold your arms out in front of you.
Viktor is between them instantly, pressing your face into the crook of his neck, his hand rubbing slow circles over your back. Moments later, Jayce presses up behind you, resting his chin on top of your head and sealing the group hug by placing his hands on Viktor’s shoulders.
Their scents mix together, and suddenly, you find it easier to breathe. Their chests press against you, squeezing the exhales from your lungs, and warmth blooms deep in your ribs. Viktor’s hair tickles your cheek, and Jayce’s palm rubs the back of your neck.
It’s safe.
“We brought food,” Viktor offers, tilting your chin up with his finger and giving you a soft smile.
“Or rather, snacks, since we figured real food might be too demanding,” Jayce corrects, and Viktor rolls his eyes again, murmuring something under his breath.
You sigh, your body sagging slightly between them. Food is the last thing on your mind right now. Instead, you ask, voice quiet, “How did you even know I was here?”
Viktor’s lips curve into a knowing smile as he tilts his head toward Jayce. “He has been refreshing Find My Friends for the last couple of hours before we decided to check.”
Jayce scratches the back of his neck, looking a little sheepish. “Well… yeah,” he admits. “You weren’t answering, and we got worried.”
His eyes search yours, warm and careful, and after a moment, he asks, “How are you?”
You wince, and the reaction is instant—Jayce doesn’t push. Instead, he wraps you up in another firm hug, squeezing the answer out of you without making you say a word. “It’s okay,” he murmurs against your hair. “You don’t have to talk about it.”
Viktor, still holding your hand, squeezes it gently. “Do you want to watch a documentary instead?”
You nod, feeling the weight in your chest ease just a little.
“Good,” Viktor says, brushing his thumb over your knuckles before leading you toward the bed. “I have one on deep-sea creatures that might just lull you to sleep.”
“I like deep-sea creatures,” you mumble as you sit down.
The three of you settle onto the bed, shifting and adjusting until you find the right fit. Viktor puts the film on, the soft glow of the screen casting shadows across the room. You’re nestled between them, your head resting on Jayce’s arm, the steady rise and fall of his chest grounding you.
On your other side, Viktor nuzzles in, his head resting on your shoulder, his hair tickling the curve of your neck. His leg is lazily thrown over your hips, anchoring himself to you, as if making sure you won’t slip away. Their hands intertwine over your stomach, fingers laced together in a quiet show of solidarity.
For a while, the only sound is the deep-voiced narrator explaining the eerie bioluminescence of some deep-sea creature, but Jayce, never one to sit still for long, eventually rustles open a packet of jellies. He pops one into his mouth before holding the bag out to you.
You hesitate, but when he gives you a little nudge, you sigh and take one. As soon as you do, he grins knowingly and flicks his gaze to Viktor, who, despite his apparent focus on the documentary, quirks an amused brow.
“Predictable,” Viktor murmurs, his voice warm with affection.
Jayce just smirks, nudging your side playfully. “Yeah, yeah. But at least she’s eating.” Viktor hums in agreement, pressing the lightest of kisses to your shoulder before settling in closer. The weight of them, the warmth of their bodies, the way their presence demands nothing from you—it’s enough. For now, it’s enough.
