➸ ask: "Haii! I love your writing, could I request JayvikxReader please? Maybe something fluffy, like a cozy winter morning with them? Or something smutty, like Reader and Jayce making Viktor feel good? Maybe add some angst, he feels like he is not as attractive or is a third wheel so you two make sure he knows you both love him? 🙈 Thank you!"
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➸ pairing: jayvik x fem!reader
➸ word count: 2.1k
➸ tags: mdni! mild-nsfw, fluff, hurt/comfort, polyamory, canon-divergent a.k.a. nothing bad ever happens lol.
➸ notes: i tried to combine all the ideas together! not as smutty because i really got invested in the angst… i’m sorry 😭 tysm for sending an ask! <3
The smell of freshly brewed black tea, the scent strong enough to flutter your eyes open as your body stretched across the bed. A mess of blankets, one body beside you, and the winter sun filtering through the half-shut curtains. The daylight on your skin warmed your body, a feeling that you had missed during the past few weeks of dreary weather that left most Piltover citizens huddled away indoors.
“Good morning,” a tired voice rumbled next to you, muscled arms wrapping around your body and tugging you close. You were nestled into Jayce’s chest, face pressed against his skin, and wanting nothing more than to fall right back into sleep and forget about the day and any responsibilities you may have.
“Mmh,” you grunted in response, inhaling a deep breath as you peered up through sleep-riddled eyes. Your eyes locked with Jayce’s, a beautiful colour mixed of golden hues that put the evening sun to shame, “I like this new look,” you hummed quietly, fingers tracing along the edge of the beard he had yet to shave. Even his hair had begun to curl over his ears.
“Yeah?” He grinned, revealing that stupid tooth gap between his two front teeth you loved so much, “I don’t know. I’m starting to feel a bit shaggy.”
The blanket slipped from your body as you sat up in the bed next to him, yawning as your arms outstretched above you and a familiar hand smoothed over your hip, “it looks good, Jayce,” you said through a soft smile, “it’s not like you have anyone to impress these days.”
“Ouch,” he smirked, shifting to sit up against the pillows, hand moving over your thigh as you sat next to him, “suppose you’re right.”
Life had been quiet since Jayce stepped down from the council, focusing full-time on hextech with Viktor, exploring the possibilities and understanding the hexcore. It was meticulous work, but it was work that needed to be done. They both vowed their lives to it.
“Where’s Viktor?” You looked toward the open bedroom door, the smell of tea still wafting through the air. He couldn’t have been gone from bed for too long, likely set up somewhere with scatterings of research papers. Or a good book if he was taking a break.
Jayce sat forward, removing his hand from you so he could push the blankets off and swing his legs off of the bed. His movements slow as his body slowly woke up, “Is it just me, or has he been distant lately?”
“Yeah,” you mumbled, shuffling off of the bed and sliding into your slippers, the floorboards cool from the deep drops in temperature outside, “I tried asking him about it yesterday, and he brushed me off.”
“Mhm,” Jayce mumbled passively, stepping beside you and wrapping his arms around your shoulders to tug you against his chest, rousing a giggle from you.
“Stop,” you laughed loudly as he kissed at your neck and ear, the thick hair on his face tickling you.
“Okay, okay,” he chuckled lowly into your ear, you could feel his smile on your skin, “we better go say good morning.”
“Already ahead of you,” you rolled your eyes, peeling away from his arms and stepping out into the hallway that lead you right to him. There he sat in the office they’d set up for home, hunched over the desk with a cup of steaming tea and eyes glued to one of the hundreds of research notebooks they’d collected.
“Good morning, love,” you hummed, stepping into the mess of a room and smiling brightly as Viktor glanced over his shoulder at you. His eyes were tired, cheeks rather sunken in – ill. Over the course of the past few months he’d been struggling more, but stubborn when you and Jayce offered help.
“Morning,” he murmured, running a hand over his tired eyes, “thought you weren’t going to wake up.”
“I bet you would’ve really liked that, wouldn’t you?” You asked, shaking your head as you stepped toward him and against the back of his chair, eyes scouring over the pages, “Getting work done?” Your hand absently rested on his shoulder, the other brushing through his hair that flipped out at the ends.
Viktor’s body relaxed in your hands, eyes closing, “Not really,” he sighed, and you could feel the defeat that had sunken in him.
You only then had realized Jayce didn’t follow you in, the distant sound of the shower starting.
“Hey,” you murmured, inhaling a deep breath as you moved to sit up on the desk, your line of sight above Viktor as you looked down at him, “what’s wrong?”
His eyebrows furrowed together, a quick shake of his head following as he adjusted himself on his seat, “Nothing. Why do you ask?”
“Viktor,” you tilted your head, hand stealing the book away from his hands. His eyes snapped open immediately, trying to reach for the notes, but you pulled it away and set it on the other side of yourself, “I’m not leaving you alone unless you talk with me. Properly this time.”
A heavy sigh came from his lips, looking up at you with the faintest of pouts on his lips, “are you going to ask me why I’ve been distant again? Or is it something else to bother me about this time?”
The words were sharp, but they hadn’t stung. You didn’t take it personally.
“You’re smart enough to know,” you frowned, clenching your jaw, “it’s not fair to Jayce and me.”
“What isn’t fair? That I’m feeling unwell?” Viktor has been angrier than you realized, but you didn’t flinch at his outburst. He grabbed his crutch, using it to pull himself out of his chair as the metal of his leg brace creaked, and you tried to help, but he swatted your hand away, “That I have to stay home everyday working on hextech, while Jayce gets to go to the lab? While you two get to spend all your time together while I stay here?”
“Oh,” your eyes widened, pulling your hands back and staring at him. You didn’t know what to say, and you noticed the embarrassed look in his eyes – shame.
“That’s not what I meant,” he muttered.
“Viktor, is that what this is about?” Your heart ached as you slid off of the desk, stepping up to him and resting your hands along the sharp lines of his jaw.
He tried turning his head away, but you had the advantage now and kept him still, looking up at him with those big doe-eyes that worked too well on him and made his stomach twist in the best way possible. He did his best to avoid your gaze, feeling nothing short of pathetic.
“Can we leave it be?” He eventually croaked, “pretend I didn’t say anything, please?”
“I ran a shower for you, Viktor,” Jayce stepped into the room, towel in his hand as he looked between you two. There was a tension in the room that he couldn’t quite put his finger on, “uh, bad time?”
“Thanks,” Viktor mumbled, pulling away from you and limping against his crutch as he took the towel and marched his way out of the office, slowly.
“Do you need a han–”
“No.”
Silence filled the office as Viktor left, leaving the two of you stunned in silence. Jayce turned toward you, a puzzled expression on his face as he tried to put the pieces together.
“We haven’t been good partners,” you groaned, turning to press your face against him, mind reeling for ways to remedy Viktor’s heartache. You couldn’t even begin to imagine how he felt, having far too much privilege in this situation.
“Is he mad I’ve been spending too much time away?” He asked, ripping you from your thoughts, “I could bring some of the lab stuff home, or… or I could take some time off! Right?”
“No,” you let out a breathy laugh at his eagerness, one of the many traits of Jayce Talis that made you fall so madly in love with him, “well, maybe.”
“I can go right now,” he moved to turn.
“Jayce,” you laughed, holding him back from turning your home into the newest hextech laboratory and spending countless hours trudging through the snow with heavy equipment, “Baby steps. He’s been quite tired, lately. Maybe we should get him to bed and see if we can help him someway,” you wore a sly smile on your lips, attempting to push Jayce’s thoughts in the same direction as yours.
He huffed out a laugh, “Sounds like you’re the worked up one trying to get what you want.”
You playfully hit his arm, “Oh, shut up. Like you aren’t, it’s been weeks. If we’re feeling it, then he is too,” you put your hands on his back, pushing him toward the door, “let me take care of it.”
You found yourself in the bathroom with Viktor, him sitting on a chair you’d slid in so you could help him. Help that he was appreciative of after taking time to de-stress.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, eyes closed as you ran the towel through his hair, “I shouldn’t have taken my anger out on you.”
Anger wasn’t a feeling that Viktor was so familiar with, it often fleeted right by him. He had always been so ambitious, ready to take on the world with a cup half-full mentality. These past few years had taken its toll on him, leaving him uncertain.
Worried.
“It’s okay, love,” you cooed, pressing a chaste kiss to his forehead as he tilted his head back on the chair, looking up at you, “you should come rest with us. It’s cold out, we deserve a day in bed.”
You could see a spark flicker in his eyes, the first in days. That’s all you wanted, was to see that spark more often, to show Viktor that he wasn’t being left behind – that you and Jayce couldn’t even imagine a life without loving him like you do. That, itself, would be an injustice.
Once refreshed, you helped him to the bedroom with nothing more than a gentle hand on his back. Mindful about your actions, knowing now that as much as he hid it well, he had pride. A need to just feel normal, once in a while. Like he wasn’t just the sick man people saw him as – the sick man he knew he was.
Jayce was sitting up in bed, legs sprawled over the mess of blankets and a book in his hand. Eyes flickered up from the bed, a small smile on his lips as he sat up.
“There he is. The love of my life,” he beamed, snapping the book shut.
“Eh, that’s too much, Jayce,” Viktor sighed, cringing at the display of affection, and you snorted out a laugh.
“Oh, come on,” he grinned, sitting up as he watched Viktor move into the bed and lay against the pillows, admiring him, “I can’t appreciate you?”
“You heard him, it’s too much,” you teased, closing the blinds so you could all hide away from the snowy surroundings. Take the time to focus on only each other.
Viktor looked up at Jayce, long lashes fluttering as a pink shade tinted his cheeks. One of his calloused hands gently rubbed along his slender waist where his ribs were visible, tilting down and wasting no time in closing the distance between their lips.
You crawled onto the other side of the bed, sliding against Viktor with ease, lips on his shoulders and hands exploring his body. You hoped you hadn’t been too eager.
“You don’t have to do this,” Viktor’s voice muffled against Jayce’s lips, frail hands pressing to his hardened chest, “I get it.”
“I want to,” Jayce answered earnestly, pulling back from their kiss, “I love you. You know that, right?”
“... I do.”
There was nothing else in the world that you and Jayce wanted more than to make sure that Viktor was loved and cared for, that his heart could be full when his mind and body felt weak. To know that you both unequivocally and unconditionally loved him, more than one should bear.
Viktor’s body was sensitive as you and Jayce ravaged him – tired and weak, but craving everything you two offered him. Eating up the desire like a starved man.
You straddled his hips, rocking atop of him lazily while Jayce pressed heady kisses along his neck, licking at the marks he left behind. Everyone was tired, paces slowing down and bodies spent, but you didn’t have the need to stop. You all made up for lost time, and you and Jayce showed Viktor just how much love you had for him.
Being in an Established Relationship with Jayce and Viktor • Headcanon
(Gif not mine)
Request: I am desperate for more Jayce x Viktor x Reader content! Would I be able to request headcanons for what an established relationship with them would be like?? 🥺 -- @spatialwave
Warnings: gn!reader, first time writing arcane and jayvik so I hope it's all good!!
A.N: Andy (@spatialwave) has inspired me so much so PLEASE go read their beautiful writing! You need to understand I got this request LAST NIGHT, I just had to bang it out I was writing like a FIEND. I loved writing this so much, I hope to write more in the future!! Hope you enjoy!
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Being in a relationship with Jayce and Viktor is like being a part of an old married couple that simultaneously bickers all the time and is just falling in love all over again every day
Jayce is like a ray of sunshine on a summer afternoon
He's clingy--but not overwhelmingly so. Jayce just has to have some sort of body part on either of you at all times (except in the lab unless he's feeling especially in love that day)
He loves putting his arms around your waist, chest pressed up against your back and lips ghosting over your neck. Jayce is a bit more subtle with Viktor, since your other partner prefers smaller touches, so their fingers are always tangled together. Some days Jayce will even sneak his hand into Vik's back pocket, making the slimmer boy light up red from the neck up
Jayce is also the type of boyfriend that will always have you two on his mind. He picks a flower from someone's garden to give it to you because "the vibrancy of its color reminded me of your eyes," or buys a little knick knack for Viktor because "I thought you would find it hilariously stupid" (Viktor will put it on his already cluttered desk at the lab because Jayce was right, it is stupidly funny)
Jayce will always get an A for effort because even if he can't remember how you like your coffee or tea, it's the thought that counts
Has bigass puppy dog eyes and he fucking knows how to use them against you two
All he has to do is look between you and Vik with those golden eyes are you're both putty in his hands
Speaking of being putty in hands, Jayce is the cuddler of the relationship
Which is good because he is also the space heater of the relationship too
Will basically have Viktor curled up on one side and you on the other. His face will be buried in Viktor's hair, placing sleepy kissed on his scalp. His fingers will rub circles on the small of your back. Jayce is the best pillow and blanket in all of Piltover AND Zaun
Viktor, on the other hand, is like the moon at midnight
He loves the both of you in a slightly different way than Jayce
While Jayce is more touchy and exuberant with his love, Vik is certainly more subtle, though that doesn't mean he loves you two any less
He is actually exceptionally smitten with you and Jayce. It's like his walls come crashing down whenever you two are with him. He could come back from having a disagreement about a project with Heimer, with his jaw clenched and brows furrowed, and then he'll spot you and Jayce in your shared apartment and it all melts away
Viktor isn't carrying the world on his shoulders with his partners around him. He knows that you guys will lift the hefty weight from his shoulders
While Viktor isn't as touchy ad you or Jayce, he shows his presence in other ways.
Viktor will always have at least one eye on you at all times. It's not that he doesn't trust you two (on the contrary, you two are the only people he trusts with his life), he just needs to know his lovers are ok
Jayce could be tinkering with something in the lab and 50% of Viktor's attention will be on him. Making sure he doesn't shock himself or mix the wrong chemicals together. And if that does ever happen, Viktor drops everything to help him. He masks his worry with wit, but the mask is transparent for you and Jayce
Viktor is also the one with the extreme attention to detail. Your coffee or tea is always right and always the right temperature in the morning. A scarf is always hanging on the coat rack near the front door on chilly days for you. Puts a bookmark in the book you're reading when you unexpectedly fall asleep reading on the couch
He is so big on being a gentleman. Will open doors for you two, pull out seats during a nice dinner. Also is the type to lift up your hand so he can kiss your knuckles (he knows this drives you wild and he struggles to hide a smirk at your heated face)
The three of you are witty and biting and funny in your own ways, quips are basically thrown around every hour of the day. The day isn't complete without someone rolling their eyes. Teasing knows no bounds--the apartment, the lab, a fancy dinner, in front of councilmen and women--doesn't matter
Every day you feel lucky to have these two as your partners, you really hit the jackpot with them. They're caring and attentive and loving in ways no one else is
Can I request headcanons for Viktor, Jayce, JayVik, Vander, Silco, Ekko, and Steb reacting to being under the mistletoe with female reader but she quickly told him that he/they doesn't need to force himself/themselves to kiss her please?
Piltover never truly slept, but tonight it softened.
Snow drifted beyond the tall Academy windows in slow, spiralling patterns, each flake catching the amber glow of hex-lamps before melting into the dark. The streets below gleamed faintly, stone dusted white, the city’s usual sharp edges dulled by winter’s hush. Inside, warmth reigned. Laughter murmured through high-ceilinged halls, mingling with the clink of crystal glasses and the low hum of polite conversation.
A Winter Solstice gathering, Jayce had called it earlier that evening. A necessary social appearance, he had added with a weary sigh and a crooked smile meant only for you.
Now you stood at his side, fingers loosely threaded through the fabric of his sleeve. The wool of his coat was warm beneath your touch, grounding in a way you had learned to treasure. Groups of councillors, inventors, and well-dressed patrons drifted past in slow clusters, voices rising and falling like waves. Every few steps, someone stopped Jayce to offer praise, congratulations, or thinly veiled requests.
He accepted it all with practiced ease.
Jayce looked every bit the golden figure Piltover adored. Tall, broad-shouldered, his presence commanded attention without effort. His laughter came easily, rich and sincere, lighting up faces around him. But you knew the tension that lived just beneath the surface. You saw it in the way his jaw tightened when someone praised him too extravagantly, as if admiration itself weighed too much. You felt it in the way his hand always found yours when the room grew too loud, too crowded, too full of expectation.
“You alright?” you murmured, leaning in close so only he could hear.
He glanced down at you, blue eyes softening instantly, the sharpness fading like fog in sunlight. “Yeah,” he said quietly. “Better with you here.”
And that was the truth of it. In rooms like this, where progress was praised and people were measured by what they could offer, you were his anchor. You reminded him that he was allowed to simply exist, not perform.
Sensing the strain creeping back into his shoulders, you gently guided him away from the crowd. The corridor you chose was quieter, tucked away from the main hall, strung with simple greenery and soft golden lights. Someone, almost certainly Mel, had insisted on tradition. Pine boughs lined the walls, dotted with small ornaments, and the air smelled faintly of evergreen and warm spices.
Jayce relaxed almost immediately.
He was midway through telling you a story about Viktor correcting a faulty calculation in the middle of a toast, complete with affectionate exasperation, when he stopped short.
You nearly collided with him.
“What—?” you began, then followed his gaze upward.
Mistletoe.
It hung there innocently enough, green leaves and pale berries tied with a thin ribbon, swaying ever so slightly in the warmth of the hall. You blinked once, then smiled before you could stop yourself. It felt absurdly normal, almost quaint, to find something so old-fashioned here among hextech brilliance.
Jayce, however, froze like he had just been called to speak before the Council without preparation.
“Oh,” he said, with all the eloquence of a man whose thoughts had completely abandoned him.
The silence stretched. It was not awkward, but it was charged. You could feel it in the way his shoulders squared, in the way his posture straightened as if he were bracing himself. His hand flexed at his side, uncertain, caught between reaching for you and holding back.
You knew that look.
Jayce Talis, Man of Progress, did not fear monsters or political pressure. He did not flinch in the face of danger or dissent. But he feared doing wrong by the people he loved. He feared crossing lines, even invisible ones.
Especially with you.
He cleared his throat, then tried again. “I… uh. Tradition,” he said, gesturing vaguely upward. “I mean, we don’t… I don’t want you to think that I expect anything. Or that you’d feel—”
You stepped closer before he could spiral further, movements slow and deliberate. You placed a hand over his chest, feeling his heart racing beneath your palm, strong and uneven.
“Jayce,” you said softly, tilting your head until he had no choice but to meet your eyes. “You don’t need to feel forced.”
His breath caught, shallow and sharp.
“I know it’s silly,” you continued, your voice warm and steady. “And public. And Piltover loves its expectations.” A faint smile curved your lips. “But you never owe me anything. Not a kiss. Not a moment. Not a performance.”
Something shifted in his expression then. The polished confidence he wore so often cracked, just enough to reveal what lay beneath. Relief crossed his face, sharp and almost painful in its intensity. His shoulders sagged slightly, tension bleeding away.
“I just—” he started, then stopped, searching for the right words. When he spoke again, his voice was lower, more honest. “I want it to be because you want it. Because I want it. Not because someone hung a plant over our heads.”
Your thumb brushed lightly against his collarbone, a small, reassuring gesture. “Exactly.”
For a heartbeat, nothing happened. The world seemed to pause, muffled by snow and distance.
Then Jayce laughed. It was quiet and breathless, the kind of laugh that escaped when pressure finally released.
“You know,” he said, leaning down slightly until his forehead rested against yours, “for someone who just gave me an out, you make it very hard to take it.”
You smiled, warmth blooming in your chest. “That sounds like a you problem.”
He huffed a soft chuckle, then grew serious again. Slowly, carefully, his hand rose to cup your cheek. He did it with reverence, as if asking permission even now. His palm was warm, grounding, familiar.
“I want to,” he said simply.
Your answer was the way you leaned into his touch, closing the distance without hesitation.
The kiss was unhurried and gentle. Not the kind meant for spectacle or tradition, but the kind that existed only between the two of you. Soft laughter brushed lips. You tasted spiced wine and winter air. It felt like warmth shared rather than claimed.
When you finally pulled back, Jayce rested his forehead against yours again, eyes closed, breathing steady at last.
“Thank you,” he murmured.
“For what?” you asked.
“For reminding me I don’t have to be anything but myself with you.”
You kissed his cheek once, tender and unassuming. “Always.”
Somewhere behind you, someone cleared their throat loudly. Whoever it was was probably trying very hard not to smile.
Jayce groaned softly. “We’re never hearing the end of this, are we?”
You slipped your fingers into his hand and squeezed. “Let them talk.”
Together, you stepped back into the light. No longer beneath the mistletoe, but exactly where you belonged.
𝚅𝚒𝚔𝚝𝚘𝚛
The lab was quiet, save for the steady hum of machines, the soft clatter of tools, and the occasional hiss of steam escaping from one of Viktor’s ongoing experiments. A faint, metallic scent lingered in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of the tea you carried. Viktor leaned slightly on his cane as he adjusted a small apparatus on the workbench, his movements precise, almost surgical. His glasses caught the soft glow of the overhead lamps, reflecting it in a way that made his normally intense eyes seem almost gentle, almost tender.
You stepped in, careful not to disturb the delicate balance of instruments and beakers on the workbench. In your hands was a tray with two steaming cups of tea, the steam curling upward in wisps that smelled faintly of cinnamon and nutmeg.
“Careful,” you said softly, setting the tray down beside him. “I don’t want you burning yourself before the holidays even start.”
Viktor glanced up, a small, almost shy smile tugging at his lips. He adjusted his glasses with one hand while the other rested lightly on his cane. “You always worry too much,” he murmured, his voice low and warm, carrying that familiar undertone of affection that made your chest flutter. “But… I appreciate it.”
You felt your cheeks warm at his words. Even after all this time, the simple acknowledgment of your care for him could make your heart race.
As you leaned forward to inspect one of the machines, your eyes flicked up—and froze. Above your heads, tucked between two shelves and barely noticeable unless one looked closely, hung a sprig of mistletoe. Its glossy green leaves and tiny white berries seemed almost mischievous in the soft lab light. You straightened up immediately, realizing that you were standing directly beneath it… with Viktor.
For a moment, time seemed to stretch. Viktor’s smile deepened, a subtle sparkle in his eyes that made your breath catch. He leaned a bit on his cane, the movement fluid and natural, tilting his head slightly as though weighing the situation with careful curiosity.
“Ah,” he said, his tone low and amused, almost teasing, yet entirely composed. “It seems we’ve found ourselves in… a festive predicament.”
Your cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and you shook your head quickly, forcing a light laugh. “Viktor, you don’t have to—really, you don’t need to feel like you have to kiss me just because of the mistletoe,” you said, your voice soft but firm, hoping to communicate both reassurance and affection. Your hands fidgeted slightly at your sides, betraying the nervous flutter in your stomach.
He chuckled, a sound that was soft, melodic, and entirely disarming. Leaning slightly more on his cane, he didn’t step away. “Y/N, you know I don’t consider it a requirement,” he replied, his voice low, rich with sincerity. “But… I cannot deny that standing here with you, under this… peculiar ornament… makes it rather tempting.”
You felt your breath hitch, heart hammering in your chest. You smiled, reaching up to brush a loose strand of hair from his forehead, your fingers lingering just a moment longer than necessary. “I just want you to feel comfortable,” you whispered, leaning closer without overstepping. “That’s all.”
Viktor’s eyes softened in response, the intensity giving way to warmth, something unspoken and steady, like the quiet pulse of his genius behind all the chaos. He lifted your hand gently with his free one, pressing the back of it to his lips in a tender, lingering gesture. “I am always comfortable with you, Y/N,” he murmured, voice hushed, almost reverent. “But… if a real kiss is what the mistletoe suggests…”
He tilted his head just enough for your faces to draw closer, and you caught that familiar teasing glint in his eyes, a spark that always made your stomach flutter. There was patience in his gaze, a gentle reassurance that he would never rush or force, that he would always honor your comfort first.
When you finally allowed your lips to brush his, it was soft, slow, perfect—more like an intimate sigh than a firework. You could feel the warmth of him, the careful steadiness in his hands and posture, the weight of his cane grounding him—and somehow grounding you too.
You pulled back slightly, and both of you remained there, just inches apart, foreheads almost touching. Viktor adjusted his cane, still holding your hand lightly, a soft smile gracing his lips. “I suppose… mistletoe isn’t so bad after all,” he said, letting out a contented sigh, the sound carrying more relief than amusement.
You laughed quietly, the sound mingling with the faint mechanical hum and the aroma of tea. “Not when it’s with you,” you whispered, brushing your fingers against his cheek.
For a long moment, the lab, the cold steel, the humming machinery, the weight of Piltover outside, faded away. All that remained was the warmth between the two of you, the gentle promise of affection, and the little sprig of green above your heads, quietly observing the moment it had orchestrated.
Viktor’s thumb brushed lightly over your knuckles, and he murmured, almost to himself, “Perhaps… we should allow more festive accidents like this.”
You smiled, leaning your head gently against his shoulder, and for the first time that evening, the world outside the lab felt distant, inconsequential, and far less daunting—because right here, in this quiet, stolen moment, everything felt exactly right.
𝙹𝚊𝚢𝚅𝚒𝚔
The warm glow of string lights spilled across your small, cluttered apartment, casting a cozy, golden haze over the mismatched furniture and scattered holiday decorations. Ribbons curled lazily across the floor, tinsel draped over chair backs, and tiny ornaments sat in neat piles, waiting for their turn on the tree. The scent of pine from the tree mingled with the faint tang of hot cocoa from the mug sitting on the counter, giving the space a comforting, homey atmosphere. You hummed softly, tugging at a strand of lights that seemed to have a mind of its own, twisting and tangling at every turn, and groaned playfully when it knotted around your fingers.
Jayce crouched by the largest box, muttering under his breath as he pawed through layers of tissue paper and glittering baubles.
“Where is it…?” he grumbled, his brows drawn together in exaggerated concentration as he tugged out a slightly bent wreath, held it up for inspection, and then tossed it aside with a flourish that sent a few stray tinsel strands flying across the floor.
“Ah, nothing but minor setbacks,” he declared, brushing a few strands of hair from his forehead with a flourish that was equal parts frustration and pride. You chuckled at the dramatic sigh that followed, the sound so familiar it made your chest feel a little lighter.
Viktor leaned against his cane near the doorway, his eyes narrowed slightly as he observed the two of you. Even in repose, there was a deliberate precision to his posture, a quiet presence that demanded attention without effort. He tilted his head, his gaze moving slowly over Jayce’s flustered antics and your cheerful, busy movements with soft curiosity, a faint, amused smile tugging at the corners of his lips. The small twitch of his mouth betrayed his enjoyment, though he would never admit it aloud.
“Need some help with that one?” you called, holding up a particularly stubborn strand of lights that refused to untangle.
Jayce shook his head, his grin widening slightly despite himself. “Nonsense. I’ve got it. A little patience… a little ingenuity… and, of course, a steady hand,” he said, his usual confidence infusing even the smallest of tasks. He winked at you, and your cheeks warmed at the charm he wielded so effortlessly.
Viktor’s eyes flicked toward you again, and that familiar flutter returned to your chest. His gaze was soft, yet probing, as if he could see the thoughts swirling in your mind without effort. He rested one hand lightly on the top of his cane, the other hanging loosely at his side, observing quietly. There was something in the way he simply watched, a quiet intensity that made your pulse quicken.
“Jayce, are you sure you didn’t hide half of these decorations somewhere else?” you teased, tugging at another stubborn light. “It feels like I’ve untangled the same string three times already.”
Jayce shot you a mock glare. “Excuse me, these lights are… delicate, intricate. A genius like myself must handle them with precision.” He leaned closer to inspect a stubborn knot. “And, for the record, I did not hide anything. That’s purely your imaginative exaggeration.”
“Uh-huh,” Viktor murmured dryly, amusement hiding in his tone. “If you say so, Jayce.”
“I do,” Jayce said with exaggerated firmness, straightening and brushing off his hands. “Now, focus, Y/N. We must finish decorating before—” He paused dramatically, as if considering the weight of the moment, “—the magic of the season escapes us entirely.”
“You make it sound like we’re performing alchemy rather than putting lights on a tree,” you replied, laughing.
“And perhaps in some ways, we are,” Jayce said with a wink. “Mistletoe included.”
Viktor tilted his head, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Ah, the mistletoe. A dangerous, yet delightful tradition.”
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Minutes passed with laughter, a few playful arguments over tangled lights, and the occasional clink of ornaments bumping into each other. Jayce reached into the bottom of the largest box and let out a triumphant whoop, holding up a small sprig of mistletoe. “Ah! Here it is! Behold, the crowning jewel of our festive decorations!” His grin widened, sparkling with mischief as he turned toward you. “Perfect timing,” he added, eyes twinkling as if he’d just discovered the greatest secret of the season.
Viktor’s gaze followed the mistletoe, his fingers tightening slightly around the top of his cane. The corners of his mouth twitched, betraying the faintest hint of shyness in contrast to his usually composed demeanour. “I see,” he murmured softly, the words carrying a quiet intensity that made your chest skip a beat.
A warmth rose to your cheeks, and you took a small step back, raising your hands in a nervous, playful gesture. “Wait, wait,” you said quickly. “You don’t have to feel like you need to kiss me. I just… I wanted this to be fun. Really.”
Jayce’s confident grin softened, his eyes flicking between you and Viktor. He knelt slightly to lift the mistletoe above your head, careful not to brush your hair. “Of course, Y/N. Only if you want,” he said, his usual bravado replaced by something gentler, more protective.
Viktor shifted closer, the tip of his cane tapping lightly against the floor. He positioned himself beside Jayce, the subtle weight of his presence grounding the space around you. His eyes met yours, steady and unyielding, but soft and full of warmth, a quiet promise in their depth. “We will follow your lead,” he said, deliberate and careful, the weight of his words filling the small apartment with a sense of intimacy and trust.
You giggled softly, the sound echoing lightly against the walls, nerves easing as they shared that glance. “You two make a very persuasive team,” you teased, brushing your hair behind your ear.
Jayce smirked. “Persuasive, indeed. But clearly, Viktor here has the silent intensity advantage.”
Viktor’s lips twitched slightly. “I do not see the need for… persuasion. Presence is enough.”
“Oh, absolutely,” you said with a laugh. “I’m practically trapped.”
“Trapped in the best way possible,” Jayce added, leaning slightly closer, his eyes sparkling with teasing affection.
Slowly, deliberately, the two of them leaned in. Jayce’s lips brushed your right cheek, warm, soft, and teasing, while Viktor mirrored the gesture on your left, deliberate and tender. The contrast, the playful, confident warmth of Jayce and the steady, intense devotion of Viktor, made your chest swell with something fierce, something full of joy.
Their hands met above your head, holding the mistletoe together, a simple gesture that felt monumental in its intimacy. You could feel the slight heat of their palms and the brush of their fingertips against yours. The three of you lingered like that, laughter, quiet murmurs, and the soft rustle of decorations surrounding you, creating a cocoon of shared warmth.
You leaned into them both, closing your eyes briefly and savouring the dual affection. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew this night would linger in memory, the warmth, the love, the quiet certainty that you were exactly where you belonged. The golden lights, the scattered tinsel, the faint aroma of cocoa, and the gentle closeness of the two people who adored you made the moment perfect in its own chaotic, beautiful way.
𝚅𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛
The Last Drop was alive with laughter and the soft clinking of glasses. Holly garlands twisted along the beams and rafters, lanterns flickered with warm light, and the sweet scent of spiced cider mingled with the smoky tang of the fireplace. The bar was a hive of activity, alive with warmth and cheer. Children darted between the tables, squealing and shrieking with joy—Milo and Claggor chased each other in dizzying circles, occasionally toppling over a small stack of coasters before scrambling upright, while Vi scolded them in mock outrage and Powder giggled, launching a paper snowball that narrowly missed Claggor’s head.
You were behind the bar, arranging the holiday decorations you’d spent the afternoon meticulously stringing together. Tiny wooden stars, coloured ribbons, and sprigs of holly now adorned the shelves and beams, giving the Last Drop a cozy glow.
The children had insisted on helping, Milo carefully draped a strand of twinkling lights along the counter, Vi grumbling but strategically placing ornaments where they could be seen, Powder weaving fake icicles across the ceiling, and Claggor proudly handing over tiny wooden snowflakes you tied to the garlands. Their laughter was infectious, even when their “help” meant you occasionally had to untangle some knotted ribbons.
Vander moved around the room like a calm anchor in the storm, checking on patrons, offering a kind word here, adjusting a chair there. Even amidst the chaos, just seeing him move with quiet purpose made your chest feel lighter. He carried himself with the weight of the city, yet there was something tonight, some softness in the glow of the lanterns and the warmth of the children’s energy, that made him seem almost approachable, almost gentle.
“Y/N,” Vander called, his voice calm and steady, carrying easily over the chatter and laughter. “Can you grab that crate of cider for me? The one by the back wall.”
You nodded, placing your hands on the crate and lifting it with practiced ease. Glancing at him, you noticed the soft lantern light catching on his worn jacket, the way he leaned on his cane with casual strength.
“Got it,” you said, striding toward him with the crate, a playful smirk on your face. “Careful, it’s heavy—don’t want it breaking your arms or anything.”
Vander’s lips twitched in amusement. “I’ll manage,” he said, effortlessly lifting the crate with one hand and setting it down on the counter. His muscular frame made it look like nothing at all. “You’re the one I’m worried about,” he added, laughing softly, “don’t strain yourself.”
You laughed softly, shifting the crate carefully onto the counter. For a moment, the world slowed, his eyes meeting yours, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
The children, meanwhile, had shifted to decorating the corner near the fireplace. Milo was trying to convince Claggor to hang a mistletoe high above the bar while Vi rolled her eyes at their antics, and Powder was perched on a stool, dangling tinsel from the ceiling. You glanced at them, smiling at the chaos, when Milo’s voice rang out.
“Hey, isn’t that a bit… festive?” he said, pointing upward with a mischievous grin.
You followed his gaze, and your stomach did a funny little flip. Mistletoe. And not just anywhere—it was dangling right above where you and Vander were standing.
Vander’s eyes widened slightly, his brows knitting together as he glanced at the mistletoe, then at you. His hand hovered over the crate for a moment before he lowered it, voice low and rough, “Y/N…”
You laughed nervously, brushing a hand over your arm. “Hey, don’t feel like you have to,” you said quickly. “You don’t have to kiss me just because we’re under… that.”
He tilted his head, eyes narrowing playfully, though there was something soft in his expression too. “You sure about that?” he asked, leaning a fraction closer.
“Yes. Totally sure,” you insisted, cheeks heating as you heard the kids snickering nearby. Milo nudged Claggor, whispering something about grown-ups under mistletoe, while Powder made exaggerated gagging sounds from her perch on the stool.
Vander chuckled softly, the kind of low sound that vibrated against your chest. “You know,” he murmured, “I don’t usually let things like… tradition decide for me.” His eyes glimmered with mischief and warmth. “But I do like it when you tell me not to feel forced.”
“I’m not saying don’t,” you replied with a grin, tilting your head slightly. “I’m just… making sure it’s your choice.”
He laughed, shaking his head gently, cane tapping against the floor. “It always is with you, Y/N. Always.”
For a long, suspended moment, Vander studied you, and you could feel the weight of everything, the city, the bar, the chaos, fall away until there was nothing but the two of you. Then, with a quiet laugh that made your knees weaken, he reached for you.
You barely had time to register his movement before he was dipping you slightly backward, hand firm at your back, the other brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear. Your eyes met his, wide and laughing, and his grin deepened, confident, sure. Then his lips were on yours, soft, claiming, careful but full of the kind of quiet intensity that made the world shrink.
You gasped lightly, letting yourself melt into the warmth of him, the taste of spiced cider and winter lingering in the air around you.
Somewhere behind you, the children’s reactions broke through the moment.
“Eww!” Milo exclaimed, face scrunched up.
“Gross!” Powder added, dramatically covering her eyes.
Vi groaned, shaking her head. “Ugh, you guys are so embarrassing.”
Claggor simply gagged, making exaggerated retching noises.
You couldn’t help but laugh, pulling back just slightly to glance at the kids. Vander chuckled too, his forehead resting lightly against yours, shaking his head in quiet amusement.
“Happy holidays, love,” he murmured, voice low and rough but filled with warmth.
“Happy holidays, Vander,” you whispered back, laughing softly. The Last Drop buzzed with life around you, but in that moment it felt like the world had shrunk to just the two of you. He straightened, still holding you close, his hand brushing over yours briefly before letting go.
“Think the kids are gonna recover?” you teased, smiling at their dramatic faces.
Vander laughed quietly, shaking his head. “Eventually… maybe. But not anytime soon.”
You leaned into him slightly, warmth flooding your chest, knowing that amidst the chaos and playful teasing, and the children’s ridiculous antics, you were exactly where you belonged. Milo and Claggor started hanging ornaments again, Vi muttering about “never living this down,” and Powder grinned mischievously, making it very clear she was waiting for the next “gross” moment between you and Vander.
The warmth of the fire, the laughter, and the subtle scent of pine and cider wrapped around you both, and for the first time all evening, everything felt perfectly, ridiculously, happily… home.
𝚂𝚒𝚕𝚌𝚘
Silco left his office, the weight of the day pressing against his shoulders like an invisible hand. Even after years of building and breaking, negotiating and scheming, there were days that left him hollow, like he was carrying more than he should. The corridors of their home were quiet, the usual hum of life replaced by the faint sound of laughter and clinking ornaments coming from the living space.
As he approached, the smell of pine and the faint scent of Y/N’s perfume drifted toward him, drawing his attention like a lodestone. Through the open archway, he saw Y/N and Jinx bustling about, working on the decorations with a chaotic sort of grace. Tinsel hung in clumps from Jinx’s hair, and Y/N was carefully adjusting a strand of lights along the wall.
“Jinx, seriously, if you throw that ornament one more time, we’re going to have to glue it back together,” Y/N said, holding up a delicate glass star.
Jinx grinned, twirling an ornament in her fingers. “It’s fine! It’s festive chaos! That’s the vibe we’re going for, right?”
Y/N laughed, shaking her head as she arranged the lights. “Festive chaos is one thing. Broken chaos is another.”
“Ah, come on, it’ll be fun!” Jinx bounced over, placing the ornament carefully next to the others. “We can make it like, extra crazy. Maybe a few sparkly explosions?”
Y/N rolled her eyes but smiled. “Fine. But just a few explosions. I don’t want the living room looking like a battlefield.”
For a moment, Silco simply watched them, the soft glow of the lights illuminating Y/N’s hair, the way she moved with quiet focus, her laughter blending with Jinx’s. He had seen her in so many lights, under stress, in danger, laughing through tears, but seeing her like this, carefree and bright in their home, tugged at something he rarely allowed himself to feel.
Y/N finally noticed him, turning just as she caught sight of his figure silhouetted in the doorway. Her eyes softened, lighting up with a warmth that made the rest of the world fade. She started walking toward him, her steps deliberate but hesitant, as if she weren’t quite sure how to bridge the gap between them in this quiet moment.
Before she could reach his side, Jinx giggled, pointing straight above their heads. “Uh-oh,” she said, a mischievous lilt in her voice. “Looks like someone hung a little surprise right above you two.”
Silco’s gaze followed her gesture, landing on the sprig of mistletoe dangling innocently from the ceiling. The green and white leaves mocked him, a subtle challenge tugging at the corner of his mouth.
Y/N’s lips parted, likely to say something, but before she could even get the words out, Silco moved. Fast, precise, almost predatory in his grace, he closed the distance between them in a heartbeat and pressed his lips to hers. The kiss was insistent, claiming, and Y/N’s initial surprise froze her mid-step.
She hesitated, pressing back just a fraction, her hands resting lightly against his chest as if to set a gentle boundary. “Silco… you don’t have to,” she whispered, her voice soft but steady. “You don’t need to kiss me just because of the mistletoe.”
He tilted his head, his dark eyes gleaming with that rare spark of amusement, and he let his hands slide down to her waist, holding her close without pressure but with unmistakable intent. "And yet," he murmured, his voice low, almost a growl, "I want to."
Y/N chuckled nervously, shaking her head, her fingers brushing against the hard planes of his chest. "Well," she said softly, her voice almost lost in the quiet warmth of the room, "in that case, I won’t stop you."
He leaned in again, this time slower, more deliberate. He traced the line of her jaw with his lips, tasting the softness of her skin, feeling the rise and fall of her chest against his own. The world outside—the cold, the danger, the schemes—faded, leaving only them in a bubble of quiet intensity.
Y/N’s hands drifted from his chest to curl around the back of his neck, feeling the tension in him slowly melt under her touch. She opened her mouth to speak again, perhaps to clarify her thoughts, but Silco pressed a finger gently to her lips before she could utter a single word. Then, without hesitation, he kissed her again, cutting off any protests before they could form, deep and unyielding.
When he finally pulled back slightly, Y/N’s cheeks were flushed, and her eyes shone with a mixture of surprise and amusement. She let out a soft laugh, her voice low and teasing. "You really don’t wait for permission, do you?"
Silco’s lips curved into a slow, deliberate smile. "I don’t need it from you," he murmured, his forehead resting against hers. "You belong to me already."
Y/N smirked, rolling her eyes playfully but letting her hand linger on his chest. "Belonging doesn’t mean you can always steal kisses," she said, though her tone lacked any real admonishment. "I might start demanding consent next time."
"And I’ll still take them," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper, brushing his nose against hers. "Because I can’t stop myself when it comes to you."
Her laugh softened into a tender smile, and she shook her head gently. "I suppose I should be flattered," she said, tilting her chin up to meet his gaze. "Or terrified."
"Both," Silco answered with a small chuckle. "Terrified, flattered, and… thoroughly captivated." His thumb brushed lightly along her cheekbone, and his hand lingered at her jaw, holding her like she was the most fragile thing in the world—though anyone else would know better.
Y/N leaned closer again, this time pressing her lips lightly against his, testing him, teasing him. "You’re incorrigible," she whispered.
"And you… are irresistible," he replied, capturing her lips in a possessive kiss before she could speak again. He held her close, letting the world fall away completely, the only sounds the soft hum of the lights, the faint crackle of the fireplace, and their own quiet breaths.
Finally, when he pulled back, his dark eyes softened just for her, the intensity in them tempered with warmth she rarely saw. "You have a way of making everything… easier," he murmured, his voice low, rough with emotion he rarely voiced.
Y/N smiled against him, her fingers tracing the edge of his jawline, and rested her forehead against his. "That’s the plan," she whispered, her own heartbeat steady despite the flutter in her chest.
Above them, the mistletoe swayed gently, forgotten and unnecessary. The world beyond the walls might demand rules, tradition, or pretence, but here, in this room, there was only them—tangled together in warmth, desire, and something far deeper than a fleeting holiday ritual.
Silco’s hand moved to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing her lips, and he leaned in again, capturing her mouth with a possessive tenderness that made her shiver. "Never doubt me, Y/N," he murmured into the kiss, "I don’t need an excuse."
And for once, she didn’t want one.
𝙴𝚔𝚔𝚘
The market square was alive with holiday cheer. Twinkling lights draped between wooden stalls, casting a warm glow on the cobblestones below. The air was thick with the scent of pine and spiced pastries, mingling with the faint, smoky tang of roasting chestnuts. Vendors called out, their voices carrying over the crowd, offering handmade trinkets, candles, and steaming mugs of mulled cider. You and Ekko wove through the throng, laughing at the small chaos around you—a child chasing a runaway balloon, a couple squabbling over a handcrafted ornament, a stray dog snuffling at a vendor’s basket.
Ekko’s hand brushed yours as he nudged you playfully, his usual mischievous grin in place. "Race you to the next stall," he challenged, though the softness in his eyes betrayed how much he simply liked being near you. You rolled your eyes, but the smile tugging at your lips made him chuckle.
Then, as you turned into a narrow alleyway, your gaze flickered upward, and you froze. A sprig of mistletoe hung delicately from the arch overhead, swaying gently in the faint winter breeze. For a heartbeat, the noise of the market faded. The laughter, the shouting, the clatter of carts, all of it became background hum, and all you could see was Ekko.
He froze mid-step, his silver hair catching the golden glow of the lights, his sharp features softened in surprise. His eyes widened, darting between the mistletoe and your face, a flush creeping up the sides of his neck. The usual cocky confidence that followed him like a shadow seemed to vanish, replaced with something quieter, warmer, unspoken.
Your own heart skipped. You felt the tension coil between you, the magnetic pull that always seemed to linger when you two were close. You noticed the tiniest twitch of his jaw, the way he ran a hand through his hair, fingers brushing against the soft strands at the nape of his neck.
Ekko opened his mouth, probably about to say something, but you hurriedly held up a hand, your smile gentle and reassuring. "Hey, you don’t have to feel forced to kiss me," you said softly, your voice barely rising above the faint hum of the market. "I mean, it’s cute, but we don’t have to."
A nervous chuckle escaped him. He scratched at the back of his neck, eyes flickering away for a moment before locking back onto yours. "I… yeah. I just—" His usual bravado melted away, leaving only the vulnerability he rarely showed. "I like being close to you. That’s all."
Your pulse quickened. The subtle way his words lingered in the cold air felt like a promise, like a confession that needed no fanfare. You stepped a little closer, letting your hands brush against his, feeling the warmth of his skin even through the layers of your winter coats. "I like it too, Ekko," you murmured, your voice barely audible. "You don’t have to do anything you don’t want. I just… like being here, with you."
He blinked, caught off guard by the honesty and softness in your tone. "You always know what to say, huh?" he murmured, a teasing lilt in his voice, though it didn’t mask the heat in his eyes.
"Only when it matters," you replied, letting a soft smile tug at your lips. "Like now."
Ekko tilted his head, eyes searching yours, a small grin forming as his confidence wavered. "So… you’re really not gonna make me do it?"
"Not unless you want to," you said, laughter threading through your voice. "I’m happy just standing here."
His hands hovered near yours, uncertain, yet drawn to the contact. "You make it sound way too easy," he said with a low chuckle, fingers brushing against yours lightly. "I don’t know if I’m ready to be that calm."
"Then don’t be," you teased gently, leaning just slightly closer so your shoulders brushed. "It’s okay to be nervous."
Ekko let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding and closed his eyes for a moment, forehead resting against yours. "I… like this. I like being close to you. Feels… right," he admitted, his voice low, almost a whisper.
You laughed softly, a sound that mingled with the faint music of the market and the soft jingle of bells somewhere nearby. "Me too," you said. "No rush. We can just… enjoy this."
He tilted his head slightly, just enough to brush his lips against your temple in the gentlest, most hesitant kiss. "Promise I won’t mess it up," he murmured with a shy grin.
"You won’t," you replied, your hands reaching up to rest over his, holding him close without needing more. "Just… stay like this a little longer."
For a while, you both lingered under the mistletoe, hearts thudding in unison, sharing warmth and quiet words, letting the moment stretch as long as it needed.
𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚋
It was a quiet afternoon in the workshop, the kind of rare, still moment that felt almost stolen from the usual chaos of machinery and metal scraps. The faint scent of oil and solder lingered in the air, mingling with the crisp winter breeze drifting through the slightly ajar window. Sunlight slanted in through the grime-speckled panes, casting long shadows across scattered tools and half-finished projects. You were bent over a small device, your fingers deftly adjusting a cluster of gears, the soft metallic clicks echoing faintly in the open space.
Then a shadow fell across your workbench. You looked up and saw Steb standing in the doorway, his massive frame cutting off the light, and in his hands he held something green, slightly awkward, like he wasn’t entirely sure what it was or what to do with it. The plant bobbed slightly as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, an unfamiliar uncertainty in his movements that immediately tugged at your chest.
You blinked. "What… is that?"
Steb tilted his head, his dark brows knitting together. He spoke in a voice quieter than the hum of the workshop machinery, the kind of soft sound you almost didn’t catch unless you were listening. "Mistle… toe?"
You had to bite back a laugh at his tentative mispronunciation, the way he said it as if he were saying a foreign word for the first time. "Mistletoe," you corrected gently, setting your tools aside so you could give him your full attention. You stepped closer, letting your eyes linger on the way he held it, half-afraid to drop it, half-curious about the strange ritual it represented. His hesitation, so rare for someone usually so confident and deliberate, made your heart do a tiny, chaotic flip.
"It’s… well, it’s a plant," you explained slowly, lowering your voice almost instinctively to match his quiet, measured tone. "People hang it up in doorways, and… um… they kiss under it." You hesitated for a moment, unsure how he would react, then added lightly, "It’s supposed to be… festive."
He tilted his head again, eyes narrowing slightly as if he were parsing the concept, trying to fit it into some mental framework you couldn’t quite see. That intensity in his gaze—the way his dark eyes bore into yours as though he could see everything you were feeling—made your stomach flutter, a slow, steady kind of heat that you never tired of. "People… kiss?" he murmured again, the words almost like a question to himself rather than to you.
"Yeah," you said softly, taking a careful step closer. You watched the way the light caught the edges of his hair, how the faintest hint of a blush coloured his cheeks, and it made your chest tighten. "But… you don’t have to feel forced or anything.." You offered him a small smile, your hand unconsciously reaching toward him before you thought better of it.
For a long moment, he just stared, the mistletoe awkwardly clutched in his hands. The workshop was silent except for the soft ticking of your clock, the occasional drip of condensation from the window, and the faint hum of some half-finished contraption in the corner. Then, in that calm, deliberate way that always managed to catch you off guard, Steb moved.
He lifted the sprig of mistletoe over both your heads. His hands were large, careful, and gentle, steady despite the obvious effort it took him to position it just right. The green leaves and tiny berries swayed slightly, brushing against the top of your hair. You felt your breath hitch, your chest tightening in a mix of anticipation, nervous excitement, and the slow, creeping warmth that only he could ignite with such quiet authority.
He leaned in, just slightly, and his hand brushed against yours in a quiet, almost shy gesture that made your stomach flutter with electricity. The space between you closed deliberately, the moment stretching in slow, tantalizing seconds, until his lips found yours. The kiss was soft, careful, tender, but beneath it simmered a quiet intensity that left your knees weak and the rest of the world suspended.
Your hands found their way to his shoulders, gripping gently as if to ground yourself, but you didn’t pull away. Instead, you pressed your forehead against his, savoring the feel of him, the warmth of his breath against your skin, the subtle, steady thrum of his heartbeat through the thickness of his frame. His hands lingered near yours, steadying, grounding, holding you in that one perfect, suspended moment where nothing else existed but the two of you.
When he finally pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his eyes were calm, steady, and searching. They communicated everything he didn’t, or couldn’t, say aloud: curiosity, care, fondness, and something deeper, something unspoken but tangible.
You smiled softly, letting your hand rest against the side of his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingers. "See? You didn’t have to feel forced," you whispered, the words more for him than for yourself.
He simply exhaled, that rare, quiet smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His forehead leaned against yours, resting there, letting the silence speak for him. Outside, the snow began to drift against the windowpane, each flake tumbling lazily in the pale light, but inside, everything else seemed to melt away.
For a long while, you stayed like that, wrapped in the quiet intimacy of a moment that needed no words. The mistletoe hung above your heads, forgotten now, a simple, perfect excuse for the closeness that had always existed between you. You traced the faint line of his jaw with your thumb, and he pressed ever so slightly into the touch, grounding you both in the silent warmth of the space between heartbeats.
Even when he finally stepped back, just enough to let the kiss linger in memory, the world felt different. Lighter, warmer, quieter, as if it had paused just to allow the two of you this stolen moment of connection. The workshop smelled faintly of oil and pine, and you realized you didn’t want to move, not yet. Not until the moment had stretched and curled around you completely, until you had memorized every quiet nuance of him, the way he was with you, the way he could say everything without a single word.
The mistletoe remained, dangling above you, a silent witness to something you didn’t need to explain. Something that simply was.
Pretty please with a cherry on top could I request a jayvik × reader where Jayce is basically getting cucked, ignored, and just used. I just KNOW Viktor and reader love driving that man insane and that Jayce LOVES being used❤️
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This one was fun. Thank you for the request!
There's Only One Bed... and a Chair?
synop: You take your lovers on a much needed vacation. During the trip you and Viktor decide to play with Jayce a little. Featuring: hotel cuck chair.
a/n: You already know what this is... 18+ readers only!!
a/n 2.0: I am currently applying for masters programs so it's gonna be like a week or so till I can post again. But please still send requests if you'd like!
A red light and a beep chirps as you place the keycard against the door knob. You try again with the same result and groan. Of course the start to your vacation had to begin with the frustrating mechanics of opening a hotel room.
“Here, let me try.” Jayce holds his own keycard to the door. It flashes green, and you hear the lock disengage.
“Wow. The universe really does love you , huh?” You tease the tall man.
“I guess I’m just that amazing.” He beams at you.
“Alright, enough with the compliments.” Victor chimes in. “ I need to lie down, immediately.” He pushes past you two into the room, and plops down on the bed.
“No V, not yet!” You run to pull him off, dusting his shirt and pants. “I have to check for bedbugs first.”
“Seriously?” He quirks a brow at you. “Isn’t this supposed to be a five-star hotel?”
“Five star hotels can still get infested. Just give me five minutes, and we’ll be good.” You look over to the taller man hauling in your luggage. “Put those in the bathroom for now, Jayce.”
“Aye-aye, captain.” Jayce follows your instructions and walks up to you for more.
“Mind checking that cuck chair over there?” You snicker, recalling the internet meme.
“The what!?” Jayce asks, face turning red.
You pause tearing away the bed sheets, surprised he doesn’t know what you’re talking about.
“You know, the meme? Like all hotels have one chair in them facing the beds. The cuck chair.”
“Oh…so it’s joke.” He laughs awkwardly.
“Yeah…that obviously fell flat.” You return an awkward chuckle, unaware of the slight disappointment in Jayce’s voice.
Jayce walked over the chair. A small leather sofa with a futon. He grabbed his phone, and turned on the flashlight to look under the seat cushion. When he was finished thoroughly checking the seat, he stood up and cracked his back.
“Boy, I’m glad we’re finally getting a break.” He sighed.
You hummed in agreement as you looked under the mattress. It had been a long time since any of you had gotten a break. This one was much needed. The boys had finally had some of their latest hextech schematics approved, and you were able to convince them to take some time off. Jayce was gung ho about the vacation, while Viktor took a little more pushing to tag along. You might have teased the skinnier man with some sexual exploits you hadn’t been able to indulge in to get him to come.
When you finished your room check, you stood up and walked up to a waiting Viktor.
“Bed’s all yours, sweetheart.” You gave him a peck on the cheek.
He held your cheek and turned your lips to slot with his. A surprisingly deep kiss from the man. His tongue gave yours a light lap, before he retreated. Enjoying the way your cheeks were now stained pink.
The man plopped back onto the bed, enjoying the feeling of the plush mattress beneath him. Deciding to join, you lay down beside him. Hand curling into his locks as you pet the man. He closed his eyes and sighed, appreciating your touch. When you stopped he reached for your hand and pulled it to his lips.
“Thank you, love. Despite my initial hesitation, I do greatly appreciate you providing us this brief escape.” You smiled at him. Always so formal with his words, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Yes, thank you.” Jayce had joined you on the bed. His strong arms curled around you to pull you to his chest.
Humming with content, you pulled Viktor towards yourself. The man shuffling himself into the curve of your stomach and thighs.
“You don’t have any plans for us today, do you?” Viktor mumbled sleepily.
“Not today. We can just rest after our trip here. Besides, all of the activities I have planned for the week are relaxing ones.”
“You’re too good to us.” Jayce hummed against your neck.
“You work too hard.” You craned your neck to peck the man on the lips. He left a trail of kisses up your neck.
“It’s all for science, love.” Viktor spoke softly, you could tell he was drifting off.
Jayce nodded his head against the back of your neck. His breathing slowed.
You decided to join them in a blissful sleep. Cuddled up with the men you love.
When you woke up, it was around 6 am. The sunrise just beginning to peek through the blinds of the hotel room. Shuffling to get up, you felt strong arms pull you back to where you were. You snickered. Jayce, ever clingy, gave a sleepy whine.
“Not yet.” He kissed your neck.
Rolling your eyes, you obliged the man. Shuffling back to your original position. Arms looped back around Viktor, who gave a hum of content.
This was something you missed. Being able to wake up cuddled with your lovers was a luxury. Sometimes you managed to find at least one of them in bed with you, but their work always kept them busy. Every chance you had to be pressed up with them you took advantage of. Which usually ended up with them fucking your brains out, but you weren’t complaining.
Eventually, you did have to pee. Much to the dismay of the men you were sandwiched between, you got up. Stretching out your arms with a long yawn. When you returned from the bathroom, Jayce and Viktor were slowly waking up. The larger man was being spooned by Viktor. The two whispering sweet nothings to each other. Viktor trailing kisses across the man’s neck and shoulder, sending shivers up his spine. A sight that you appreciated.
“You two are beautiful.” You smiled as they sat up to look at you.
“We should be saying that about you.” Jayce said, extending his arms as an invitation.
You waved him off.
“Sorry, love. But I do want to get ready for the day.” You opened up your suitcase to pull out an outfit for your relaxing adventures. “I can call room service up for us. It’s all inclusive.”
At the mention of food, Jayce perked up. Right on time, his stomach growled at the idea.
“That would be wonderful.” Jayce said sheepishly.
“Let me guess… eggs and every type of breakfast meat there is to offer?” You smirked at the man. He was a bit of a gym bro, focusing on his macros quite frequently.
“I’m on vacation, I can indulge a bit.” Jayce crossed his arms behind his head. “I’ll take pancakes as well.”
“And you?” You turned to Viktor with a more stern look. The man had difficulty eating properly. Hopefully he’d actually eat during this trip.
“I wouldn’t mind the meal in front of me.” Viktor purred suggestively.
Rolling your eyes you chided him. “Later, V, now you need to get something in that empty stomach of yours. Especially since you have meds you're supposed to take with food, yet seem to forget quite frequently.”
He waved you off with an amused smirk. Despite your nagging, Viktor appreciated how much you cared about him. Always sending him off to work with a lunch, and some snacks.
“I’ll take an omelette with Canadian bacon, cheese, and onions.”
“I think you mean ham?” Jayce playfully shoved the man beside him, who in turn responded by flicking his cheek.
You made the call downstairs, adding coffee to the order along with your choices. While you waited for breakfast to arrive you decided to make yourself presentable. Peeling off the clothes from your travel, and grabbing your toiletries. Paying no mind to the slack-jawed men as you strode around the room naked. Only smirking as you felt their eyes on you.
“I have decided I’m in desperate need of a shower, right now.” Jayce exclaimed.
You giggled and rolled your eyes. The man quickly shuffled out of his clothes and entered the bathroom behind you. Viktor thankfully didn’t feel left out, instead turning on the TV to pass the time. Sexy shower times weren’t very conducive with the man’s poor leg. But he knew that you had a wild week planned for them. He was patient.
As you turned on the shower, you felt large hands pawing at your exposed body. Jayce was always one to constantly display his affections for you. Always enjoying grabbing you to his body. The man’s fingers tweaked your nipples, making you squeak.
“Jayce, I actually need to shower.”
“Me too, but with you in it.” His cheeky smile pressed kisses down your neck and back.
You let out a sigh at the sweet action, then pulled away from the man to enter the shower. Hot water soothing your tight muscles, making you hum with content. Jayce joined behind you, his large hands returned to touching your body. He lifted your chin with his fingers, pressing a wet kiss to your lips. You let out a soft moan as his tongue slid into your mouth. His other hand curled in your hair, pulling your head back for him to trail more kisses down your neck.
“Jayce…”
“Hmmm?” He continued to kiss down your body. Tongue flicking at your nipples, making you jolt.
“I need to shower.” You groaned as he kissed down your stomach.
Kneeling on the shower floor, Jayce kissed between your thighs. Water droplets clung to his lashes as he looked up at you with a pleading gaze. The look sending a hot shock to your core.
Nodding, you curled your hand in his hair. A hot tongue pressed between your slick folds, making you groan. It had been a couple of weeks since the men had been with you. Jayce was going to enjoy every moment he could. Groaning at your taste, he reached for his now hard cock. Hand pumping it as he continued to lap at you. Noticing the added motion, you pulled Jayce’s face away from your pussy. The man letting out a pathetic whine, hand around his cock pausing.
The pleading look in his eyes almost had you cave, but you didn’t appreciate the man not asking you for permission.
“Jayce, you can keep playing with yourself.” His eyes glittered at the approval. You tutted at his enthusiasm.
“But you cannot cum until I say so, understand?” The enthused look dropped, but he nodded.
“Yes, I understand.” He whined.
“Good boy.” You pulled the man’s face back to your weeping core.
The man loved it when you used him. At first it was something you had to get used to. Your past lovers had been the more selfish type, only caring about their release. But Jayce, he was an entirely different being. He got off on you and Viktor getting off. Sometimes going for days without release while he gave you orgasm after orgasm. Loving the pain of edging.
His tongue returned to lapping at your folds. You groaned as his tongue traced around your clit. Hips jolting as he sucked on the sensitive nub. The man was pushing to make you climax, and he was making you get close very quickly.
“Fuck Jayce, you’re so good at this.” You moaned at another harsh suck. “Such a good toy for me to use, huh?” You finished the question with a breathy moan.
You didn’t need a response. Jayce’s enthusiasm indicating how much he enjoyed the way you were speaking to him. Cock throbbing at each compliment and degrading phrase. His drooping eyes showed how wrecked he already was. His trembling body showed how close he was to finishing, but he was holding back.
“When I cum, then you can cum.” You almost couldn’t finish the command as another shot of pleasure flowed up your spine. Grinding your pussy against his face as you felt the knot in your core growing more and more.
“J-just like that baby.”
Then he lapped directly on your clit, sending that final wave of pleasure that had you loudly moaning and convulsing. Spraying your own cum to drip down the man’s chin as his spurted from his raw cock. His groans of pleasure send shockwaves through your body.
When you came down from your highs, you helped the man up. He caught you as you struggled to keep up on your shaky legs.
“Thank you, love.” You said, adoration shining in your eyes.
“Anything for you.” He sighed, pulling you in a passionate kiss.
Pulling away, you gave him a knowing smirk.
“I doubt that was just for me.” The smirk on your face grew wider as he blushed.
“It might have been a bit for me too…” He trailed, looking away.
“A bit?”
“Okay, maybe a lot. But I could tell you enjoyed it too. And that’s all that really matters to me.” He pecked your lips.
The two of you actually showered this time. Sudsing each other up, and cleaning up any remnants of your dirty time together. Afterwards, you wrapped up in fluffy towels and continued getting ready.
When you exited the bathroom, Viktor got up from the bed. A knowing glint in his eye as he smirked at you.
“Sounds like you two were enjoying yourselves.” He quipped.
“Don’t worry, you’ll get your turn.” You pulled the skinnier man into a deep kiss.
“You better.” He purred, giving you a lustful gaze.
Once Viktor was done getting ready, room service had arrived. Freshly cooked food and hot coffee filling the room with a wonderful aroma that left your stomach grumbling. The three of you ate on the balcony. The sound of ocean waves making you relax even more than you already were.
“You’ve done a wonderful job with this trip so far.” Viktor said, lifting a mug to his face. “The hotel coffee is surprisingly good here.”
“Well, I mean we are on an island that produces its own coffee. It’s always best to get it close to the source.” You said, heart fluttering at the compliment.
Viktor hummed, a relaxed smile on his face. With just one night of sleep on this vacation, the man already looked significantly less stressed.
A strong arm wrapped around your shoulders. Jayce leaned his head on you his thumb lovingly tracing along your shoulder.
“What all do you have planned for us today, love?” He asked.
“I was thinking we could go into town and check out the local shops and eateries. I heard they have some really cute local stores.” You smiled, leaning your head on top of his. The motion earning you a rumbling chuckle.
“That sounds lovely. But you won’t be spending a single penny.” He lifted off of you, booping you on the nose.
“What, why? This trip is for you guys.” You said.
“And we love that you’ve done this for us. So we’ll spoil you now.” Viktor kissed your shoulder.
This was typical of the men. Often they preferred to be the one’s purchasing things for you. Mention you’re in need of jeans? Jayce already has his card pulled out and has dragged you to a designer store. Say your headphones broke? Viktor has already expeditiously ordered you the highest quality ones. While you enjoyed being pampered now, it took quite some time getting used to it.
With their Hextech inventions, the men had earned more money than they knew what to do with. Even with their millions in donations, funds still raked in. Viktor had always grown up frugal, and his mindset didn’t suddenly change. So when he had a person he found to use his money on, he took the opportunity. Jayce just enjoyed spoiling you in general. Anything and everything you wanted was yours. You had once joked that you wanted to own a zoo, and had to stop Jayce from signing the deed to the city zoo.
“Guys, I’m trying to spoil you…” You whined.
While your lovers might have quite the hefty paychecks, yours was much much smaller. A freelance writer didn’t pay all too well, but it was a job that felt good to you. So you took what you could get. And now that you didn’t have to worry about paying expenses, you managed to save up enough of your own money to pay for this trip. When the men found out you had used your own money they almost short circuited, but relented when you had given them those damned puppy dog eyes of yours and said in the sweetest voice… “I just wanted to treat you.”
They caved, but clearly had caveats.
You decided to allow them this win as they were both adamant about it. You had a feeling anything you laid your eye on would end up wrapped up and shipped home, but you knew that they enjoyed it. The weekend was all about enjoyment and relaxation after all.
The three of you spent the early part of the day out on the town. Viktor and Jayce admiring you as you tried on beautifully handmade dresses at local shops. All of them just so happening to be sent out with you in many shopping bags.
After enjoying lunch at a local seafood joint. You returned to the hotel for some sun and sand. Viktor lathered himself up in sunscreen, knowing that his skin would likely turn cherry tomato otherwise. When you put on your bathing suit, you were faced with the men ogling you once more. A cute two piece that showed off A LOT, but again, you were treating your boys. Jayce was practically drooling as he stared at the mostly exposed fat of your ass.
Thankfully, the hotel provided private pools that led to a privately owned beach. So you knew prying eyes weren’t going to be much of an issue. A good thing, as you planned to tease the men as much as possible.
Jayce made the short trek to one of the hotel bars on the beach to bring you all refreshments. You gratefully accepted a mojito with fresh mint as you lounged poolside next to Viktor. The paler man enjoying the shade of an umbrella, avoiding the sun. Jayce took to the pool, enjoying the sun. An amusing dichotomy despite the men being similar in so many other ways.
The rest of the day was spent between you lounging by Viktor and joining Jayce in the pool or the ocean. The larger man constantly pawing at you, claiming he “couldn’t help himself”. Making you wrap your legs around him as you made out in the pool, Viktor watching with amusement. Such a needy man.
When you sat next to Viktor, he whispered to you quite the fun plan for sexy shenanigans. One that had you blushing like crazy, but extremely excited regardless. You decided to set it in motion when Jayce had returned from another drink run. Your soft body draped over Viktor’s angular one as you kissed him. Audibly moaning as Jayce approached. The man paused to watch you two. You lifted yourself up to look over your shoulder, a twinkle of mischief in your eyes.
“You can set those right there”, you pointed at the table by the lounge chairs. Jayce complied, setting the drinks down. A questioning look on his face. “Thank you.” You chirped before turning back to Viktor. The two of you ignored the other man’s presence as you continued to kiss and grope each other. Viktor’s hands trailing over you, making you gasp and shiver.
“Um.” Jayce cleared his throat, attempting to interrupt you.
You and Viktor looked at Jayce, waiting for him to speak.
“Do you need something?” You asked, a teasing hint to your voice.
Jayce was taken aback.
“Um, can I?” He reached toward you, but Viktor batted his hand away. Shaking his head at the tanner man. A dark look in his golden eyes.
“Oh. Okay.” Jayce kept his hands folded in his lap as he watched you and Viktor continue to go at it.
As the day grew dark, your trio headed back to your hotel room. You showered and readied yourself for a nice dinner that night. Enjoying the way Jayce’s jaw clenched as you showered Viktor with kisses and compliments, while you barely gave him a passing glance. He knew what you were doing. The teasing was getting to him, and as frustrating as it was, he found himself getting more and more turned on as the night continued.
Almost whining when you went to give him a kiss and instead turned to kiss his cheek. You looked so good. Donning a lovely tropical themed dress that hugged your curves perfectly. Oh what he would do to get between your thighs, to make you give him attention. But he knew better than to try and touch you. For tonight, he had to be good and keep his hands to himself. He was sure Viktor would find some sadistic punishment for him if he did otherwise.
Viktor was also ignoring Jayce to give you his full attention. Long fingers trailing over your body. Hands gripping your ass when only Jayce was looking. The larger man had to hide the growing need in his pants as he watched Viktor play with you in public. Almost whining when Viktor managed to make you gasp with a kiss to your neck.
After an unbearable dinner for Jayce, you returned to the hotel room. As soon as you were inside, Viktor set his cane down. He pulled you toward him, hand caressing your cheek before he kissed you passionately. His tongue easily slipping into your mouth, making you moan at the taste. Again, Jayce only watched. His hands itching to grab at the two of you. But he would be good. Being good meant he would get rewarded. No matter how hard he was getting watching you two, he would be good.
Viktor led you to the bed, having you fall on top of him. You kicked your heels off, before straddling his waist. Grinding against his hard dick through his pants, making the both of you groan. Jayce whined, making you pause. You looked around the room, a cheeky grin on your face as you spoke.
“Did you hear that?” You looked Jayce right in the eyes.
“Hmm, no. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Viktor had a cheeky grin of his own. “I’m sure if you did, it was nothing.”
“I guess so…” You trailed, before leaning back down to kiss the man under you.
Jayce was practically panting as you began to undress Viktor. Slowly popping the buttons of his dress shirt and pulling it off along with his undershirt. Revealing the man’s skinnier bare body. Your mouth kissing down his neck making Viktor sigh. Then he groaned as your lips attached to his nipple, tongue tracing around it. You felt a hand grip your hair and pull your head back. Meeting golden eyes giving you an intense stare, sending heat straight to your core.
“Mmm…such a naughty girl. Teasing me like that.” That made your eyes widen.
“I-I’m not teasing.” You whined, face red. “I’m trying to make you feel good.”
“Why don’t you put that mouth to good use instead of making excuses then?” The man yanked you down to give you a hard kiss. Tongue sliding against yours, making you dizzy.
When you parted, you kissed down Viktor’s torso, removing his pants, boxers, and leg brace as you trailed down. His cock was extremely hard and leaking. The sight made your mouth water.
Another whine came from behind you. You pushed against the urge to look. You knew Jayce would be absolutely wrecked. And you would be correct. From Viktor’s view, Jayce had decided to take a seat in what you had referred to as the “cuck chair.” A now fitting name. The larger man was palming himself over his pants. Viktor gave him a warning glare, shaking his head. Jayce whimpered, removing his hand and placing it on the armrest. Fingers practically tearing into the faux leather as he watched you.
A moan escaped Viktor as you licked a stripe up his cock. Your soft hands fondled his balls before you sucked down his cock into your mouth. Viktor groaned as you took all of him in your mouth. Wiry fingers curling in your hair and lightly pulling. He enjoyed the lustful look in your hooded eyes. Already just as fucked out as Jayce was, and barely anything had happened yet. It made the man above you chuckle lowly.
You continued to bob your head up and down his cock, enjoying every moan and whimper you could get out of the man. As you felt the man nearing his climax you continued your pace, adding more of your tongue into the mix. Trailing it along his shaft then swirling it around the head, eliciting the most delicious sounds from Viktor.
“Ah, love!” Viktor exclaimed before shooting his load down your throat. Which you gratefully swallowed.
The man thumbed open your mouth, enjoying the fucked out look on your face. But he wasn’t done with you.
Leaning back, he motioned for you to fully undress. You slipped your dress off revealing you had gone fully commando. No bra or panties. Both men in the room groaned at the reveal. Viktor motioned for you to come toward him and you obliged.
“Sit on my face, love. I need to taste you.” He breathed.
You didn’t need to be told twice. Quickly shuffling yourself above the man’s face. His arms wrapped around your thighs, pulling your pussy to his mouth. He moaned as his tongue lapped at your drenched folds. Jayce joined in moaning, wishing he was the one under you. Unconsciously, you ground yourself against Viktor’s tongue. Chasing your pleasure. Viktor continued to lick at you, occasionally moaning against you. The action sending shivers of pleasure through you.
Soon you felt your climax on the horizon. The knot in your stomach becoming unbearably tight. Your pussy continued to grind against the man as you reached your peak.
“Viktor, I’m gonna…”
“Cum.” He commanded.
Convulsing above him, you obeyed. Spraying his face with your release as the knot inside you snapped. As Jayce watched he groaned, remembering how you felt cumming on his face that morning.
“I wanna fuck you.” You breathed out, coming down from your high.
“Please do.” Viktor said, pulling your face down to kiss him. Tasting yourself on his lips.
Jayce’s jaw went slack as you lined up Viktor’s now hard cock with your entrance. Your drenched pussy dripping down the shaft. The man in the chair groaned as you slid down the other man’s cock so easily. He pictured how warm and soft you felt.
“Viktor, you feel…” You began to move up and down his length. “So good.” You moaned.
“You feel amazing, love.” Viktor thrust up in you, making you sputter.
You continued to bounce on the man’s cock. Feeling your orgasm building up again. Jayce was dying as he watched you. Wishing so badly that you would invite him in. But you didn’t, enjoying how desperate the man was as he watched.
Beneath you Viktor panted and moaned as you bounced on his cock. Loving the way your plush walls slid up perfectly against him. His fingers teased at your clit, heightening the pleasure you were feeling.
“Gonna cum…” You said.
This time Viktor only nodded, too fucked out himself to answer.
Your walls clenched around the man as you came hard. He let out a deep moan as he pumped his cum into you. His balls clenching as his orgasm continued for longer than usual. He chalked it up to waiting to have you for so long.
Shivering from the pleasure, you collapsed on top of the man. His half hard cock still inside you.
“Keep me inside you, but turn around.” Viktor said, propping himself on his elbows.
You listened, twisting around, being sure not to hurt him as you faced the opposite direction.
Viktor sat up, looking over your shoulder at Jayce. The desperate man, still clenching the armrests. Cock straining in his pants. The man behind you smirked and chuckled at Jayce’s desperation. He reached a hand out, pointing at the man in the chair and curling for the man to come forward. Jayce nodded and jolted out of the chair.
“On your knees, Talis.” Viktor commanded. His lips kissed up your neck as you watched Jayce settle to the floor.
“I bet you want a taste, don’t you?” Viktor’s hand reached down to your pussy. Spreading your folds as his release ran down your legs. Jayce nodded emphatically, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip.
“Well, why don’t you get one. naughty boy.” Viktor chuckled as Jayce dove in.
You moaned as Jayce’s tongue lapped at your pussy as it was still stuffed with Viktor’s cock. The debauched sounds sending shocks of pleasure through you. Viktor groaned as you clenched around him with each lick Jayce gave.
The man below you focused on licking stripes up Viktor’s cock straight to your clit. You knew you were going to cum around Viktor again. Eyes pleading as you craned to look at the man holding you. His brow furrowed at the pleasure you were receiving in tandem. He nodded, allowing your release. With a cry you came around Viktor again, your release spraying on Jayce’s face. The man moaned, but continued to lap at you. The overstimulation made you whimper, but you took it anyway. Finding yourself bouncing on Viktor’s cock once again. The man you were riding groaned at the movement before stopping your hips.
He pulled you off of him, his cock leaving you with a wet pop. Shakily, he stood up. Jayce grabbed your hips and pulled you back to his mouth. It was as if he was starving for the taste of you and Viktor. Viktor smirked at his desperation. The man grabbed the futon and pulled it to the edge of the bed.
Roughly, he pulled back Jayce’s head. The man on the floor whining after losing your taste.
“Strip, Jayce.” Viktor growled, then released his hold on Jayce’s hair.
The man immediately stripped out of his clothes, his cock standing tall and red. It made you drool, but Viktor stopped you from moving over.
“You’re going to fuck our love, and I’m going to fuck you. Understood?” Viktor gave Jayce a deep look, making the other man gulp with nervousness.
“But what about your leg?”
“I’ve got some support.” Viktor pointed at the futon he pulled over. “Now, bend over.”
Jayce obeyed, bending over. His strong hands pulled you towards him, lining his cock up with your entrance, but not pushing in yet. You decided to play with him, sliding your slick pussy up and down his sensitive head. The man was practically crying at feeling you against him. He panted and whined as you continued your torturous teasing. A sadistic smile on your face as you continued the torment.
From behind Jayce you saw Viktor with a bottle of lube. He squeezed some onto his long fingers, then circled Jayce’s hole. The man above you jolted at the motion. He looked over his shoulder as Viktor methodically prepared the man to take him. First sliding in one finger, then two, hitting Jayce’s sweet spot. A spurt of precum landing on your stomach as Viktor continued to finger the man.
“Ah, fuck.” He panted, falling into a pleasurable bliss.
When Viktor felt he was sufficiently prepared, he glided more lube onto his cock. Then he slowly slid into Jayce. Jayce’s cock slid into you easily along with Viktor’s movement. All of you moaning together. Jayce’s cock stretching you out with a pleasurable sting.
“Please, move.” Jayce said, barely above a whisper.
Viktor thrust into Jayce, making the man thrust into you. You moved your hips as well, loving how Jayce’s cock left a delicious bulge in your belly.
The room filled with wet slapping sounds, moaning, and panting. Viktor continued to thrust into Jayce, holding back his orgasm till the other man came in you.
Above you, Jayce was shaking. The pleasure coming from both ends was almost too much. He needed to cum so badly.
“Please! Please!” He whined.
“Please what?” Viktor questioned.
“Please let me cum!” Jayce whimpered.
Viktor looked over the man at you. You were being fucked dumb, a goofy smile on your face as Jayce pounded into you along with Viktor.
“Mmm… I suppose you’ve been good. You may cum.” Viktor crooned, kissing Jayce’s neck.
The words were Jayce’s undoing. His cock pumping cum into you as your own orgasm slammed into you. The way your walls clenched around Jayce made him cry out. He kept cumming for longer than he thought he could.
Viktor soon found his release into Jayce. The man groaning as his overstimulated cock had now been fucked raw. Slowly, he pulled out of Jayce. Enjoying the view as his spent trailed down the man’s legs.
Jayce also pulled out, watching in awe as his and Viktor’s cum poured out of you.
The two men collapsed beside you on the bed. Everyone panting from the exertion.
Viktor reached for your hand to kiss it softly. You turned to meet his golden eyes, his gaze filled with love.
“Thank you, love.”
Jayce nestled into you, still shaking from the overstimulating pleasure.
“We really needed this vacation.” He mumbled.
You pecked both men on the lips.
“And we’re only one day in.” You sighed with a smirk.
Is it you? Have my prayers been answered?// Jayvik.
Au!Jayvik x gn!reader.
Summary: You're always my husband and I've been waiting.
A/N: I need stories with Old Man Viktor...
Angst/Fluff.
"Do you think he made it?" Viktor murmurs at the blank statue in front of him, his fingernails scratching his walking stick. The old man sighs, letting the stick fall to the ground, without much thinking he crawled in between those open arms, now accessible because of the hammer that had been burrowed by the last Jayce.
"I feel it here..." The zaunite whispers, pressing two fingers on the hollow chest of the statue. Of Jayce.
"...that maybe this time. Maybe once. It finally worked." He finished his sentence, his fingers traveling down to the necklace dangling from the hollow neck of his partner. His thumb caresses the jewels on it, cleaning off the arcane-like nature that grew around it, polishing back to their crystal glow.
"Voila! Now you carry me and Vik around with you all the time!" The sound of your voice echoes through his head, the image of you giving the necklace to Jayce, it sounds so vivid yet like a distant dream, but the soft laughter melts into a gut wrenching scream.
"Viktor!" He can see you again, vanishing in front of him as you desperately try to pull him away from the Hexcore before your body succumbs to its power and you vanish away.
Viktor shakes his head, taking a deep breath and nuzzling his face on the shoulder of the statue, trying to seek the warmth he once knew, but it's only a cold rock.
"I'm sorry, my love." The old man murmurs with a strained voice, a stray tear falling down his wrinkled face. He closes his eyes.
There's not much left for him, only time.
Viktor can feel something is different as he fell into a deep sleep. Something warm crept within him, and the night air hit his body, but he was so tired.
His multicolored eyes open, an unusual bright sunlight hits his face, covering his eyes with one hand, immediately he notices the lack of stone around him, he's laying down on a soft bedding of grass and flowers.
Viktor gives his all to stand up. The air feels so clean, the sun is warm, the flowers are fresh, bright and natural, there's no trace of the arcane patter in them, a white butterfly flies down to one of the flowers, the wings look normal, beautiful.
Is he dead? Is this heaven? No, with what he's done he's not getting a glimpse of the pearly gates.
His eyes scan the land, finding a small cottage meters away at the bottom of the mountain next to the river, smoke coming from the chimney.
As he walks a small frown comes creeping into his face, he thought he'd mastered time travel decades ago, what's this foolery of traveling while he slept? Unacceptable.
The old mage makes it down to the cottage, the sweet smell of home made bread hitting him, he hasn't felt hungry in a long time, but now he's suddenly starving. He follows the stone path to the door, some bunnies hopping around the garden.
His eyes stare at the door for a moment, it's adorned with a handpainted pattern, he knocks on the door. The wind chimes make a soft melody. Where is he? When is he?
The door opens slowly.
You were uncertain to open the door, you haven't seen anyone here, who could be knocking? You peeped your eyes on the small opening. But you gasp and quickly open it fully.
"Vikus..." You whispered, almost like a prayer. He was there, grey streaks on his hair and wrinkles around his face. The greying beard. The tired eyes, the dark circles under there. The soft remains of the hexcorized skin.
Viktor stares at you, your eyes as beautiful as he remembered, you also had some greying hairs of your own, the wrinkles around your mouth making him remember how much you laughed.
"Moje lásko..." He whispers back, his voice breaking, your hand reaches out a bit hesitantly but you cup his cheek. He gasps, it's been so long since anyone touched him.
And he realizes, you're warm, you're soft. You're real. And you realize the same about him. You sob but then burst into an excited laughter.
"it's you!" You shout, wrapping your arms around his slender frame, Viktor almost stumbles back, he gasps softly but wraps his arms around your waist, nuzzling his face into your hair, breathing in your scent.
"it's you! It's really you!" You chuckled between tears, you cupped his face and pres an ungodly amount of kisses on his cheek. The old man feels dizzy from the sudden affection, the touch, but he doesn't pull you away, he doesn't want to be apart from you ever again. You locked your lips with his, a soft and slow kiss, he closed his eyes, feeling you, savoring you before you pulled away.
And when he thought this couldn't get any better.
"Jayce!" You shout, again that soft laughter between sobs.
"Jayce, darling, come downstairs!" You tugged Viktor inside the cottage, wrapping your hand around his bandaged arm, he doesn't resist you, just staring at you like a fawn.
His multicolored eyes widen as the sound of heavy steps make their way downstairs.
Jayce looks confused, a bit worried about your sudden call. But he freezes, his hazel eyes widen.
"Viktor." He whispers before running and wrapping his arms around Viktor's waist. Pulling him up into his arms. Oh it's warm, Jayce's big arms are warm and he can hear the pulse on his chest, it's not rock, it's not hollow.
"Jayce." He whines, holding tight on his shirt. The last thing he remembered with Jayce was...
"I'm so sorry...I hurt you, both of you-" He sobs against his shoulder, Jayce hushes him quickly, his fingers running down the gray strands of hair, his big hand cups his face, kissing him deeply.
"Is the water alright?" Jayce asked Viktor as he poured some water down his hair. The skinnier man nodded. It's nighttime now, the three of you stayed in the living room for quite a while, asking about Viktor's wellbeing, but mostly hugging each other and letting out all those years worth of tears.
Viktor looks up at Jayce as he joins him in the bathtub, for a small cottage you and Jayce figure out to have a bathtub big enough for three people and it made his chest feel weird.
You two thought of him, even when he wasn't there. You two were hoping for him to come back, to join you.
The old mage feels your hands running through his hair, starting to massage softly the shampoo into his scalp.
Jayce smiles as you admire Viktor's greying hair. Viktor's eyes fall on the taller man. Now he can admire the signs of age on him too. He allows himself to relax for the first time, a small smile creeping on his tired face. You wash the shampoo away and press a kiss on his shoulder, Jayce leans closer and presses one on between his eyebrows.
"We're real. You're not dreaming, V." Jayce murmurs against his skin, you nodded along and pres a trail of kisses up to his jaw, Viktor basked in the affection, gasping softly.
"We're together again." You whispered, your voice so closely made Viktor shiver, he forgot how responsive he was to you and Jayce's touch.
"... together." He murmurs quietly.
A/N: old times be upon ye! I hope y'all like this, I've been very busy with school but I had to write this down, I've been drafting some requests too, so don't feel like I'm ignoring y'all!!! (Divider) (Divider)
Hi! I love ur fanfics, can you do jayvik x reader head canons? Regular and NSFW if I want!
Hello! Thank you for your support! OF COURSE we neeeeeed jayvik!!!! Also, we of course need some nsfw as well tihi. I hope you will like this one! It`s my first involving jayvik!
Lab Partners
Jayvik x Reader Headcanons
Tags: Jayce x Reader x Viktor, headcanons, lab partners, fluffy, smutty, nsfw after caution
Masterlist
~Jayce is the type to get way too excited during experiments, often making a mess while you and Viktor sigh and clean up after him.
~Viktor insists he’s the “responsible” one, but he absolutely enables you and Jayce when you get reckless with testing Hextech.
~You play mediator when they start bickering about theories, sometimes you’re genuinely invested, other times you just want them to shut up and kiss already.
~Someone (probably you) started keeping a “Lab Accidents” tally board because Jayce has broken at least three workbenches.
~You and Jayce try to get Viktor to sleep, but the man is stubborn. He’ll say, “Just a little longer,” and suddenly it’s morning.
~Jayce uses his big, warm body to keep you and Viktor cozy during long nights. You’ve woken up more than once with Viktor curled into your side and Jayce draped over both of you.
~Viktor will mumble sleepy theories in his half-conscious state, and you and Jayce pretend to understand, nodding along.
~The three of you have an unspoken rule: if someone falls asleep at their desk, the other two must relocate them to the couch (or bed if you’re home).
~Jayce kisses you both on the forehead when he’s proud of you. Viktor rolls his eyes but secretly leans into it.
~Viktor’s love language is quiet affection, if he hands you a wrench or adjusts your goggles without a word, it means he cares.
~You and Viktor team up to force Jayce to eat properly when he gets too busy with Council work.
~Jayce and Viktor absolutely geek out together, and sometimes you just sit back, watching them ramble with heart eyes.
~If you get frustrated over a project, Jayce hypes you up, while Viktor helps you troubleshoot. They’re the perfect balance of encouragement and practical support.
~Jayce is so handsy, when he’s bored, he rests his chin on your shoulder or hugs you from behind while you work. Viktor pretends to be annoyed but totally melts when you do it to him.
~Viktor absentmindedly plays with your hair while deep in thought, sometimes even twirling Jayce’s fingers if he’s close enough.
~There’s a strict “No Teasing During Experiments” rule because the last time Jayce kissed your neck while you were adjusting a Hextech core, you almost blew up the lab.
~One time, you, Jayce, and Viktor got way too cozy on the couch during an all-nighter… Let’s just say the lab couch is now off-limits for sleeping.
~Jayce is strong enough to carry both you and Viktor if needed, he’s done it for fun, and Viktor grumbled the whole time.
~You and Jayce handle most of the outreach and public-facing side of Hextech, while Viktor prefers to stay behind the scenes.
~If something does go wrong, the three of you always have each other’s backs, whether it’s defending your research, standing up against Council politics, or just surviving another chaotic day together.
~Despite the stress, despite the sleepless nights and occasional explosions, there’s no place any of you would rather be than here, together, making history one experiment (or accident) at a time.
NSFW
~Jayce is so enthusiastic, he’s got the stamina and the strength to pick you up, pin you down, and make sure you feel everything. He loves using his size to his advantage, especially when you and Viktor are beneath him, breathless and overstimulated.
~Viktor, on the other hand, is the tease. He’s patient, calculating, drawing things out until you’re whining for him. He enjoys watching you and Jayce come apart first, taking his time before finally indulging himself.
~They love making you the center of attention. You’re sandwiched between them more often than not, Jayce murmuring praises against your skin, Viktor smirking as he makes you squirm.
~Angry Jayce is dangerous. One second, he’s glaring, the next, he’s got you pinned against the nearest flat surface, proving just how much he needs you.
~Viktor usually avoids conflict, but if he’s pushed, he’ll grab your chin and whisper something utterly filthy just to shut you up.
~Make-up sex turns into round two when someone won’t let go even after the argument is long forgotten.
~When the three of you made a bet about who could finish a complex equation first, with the agreement that whoever lost had to do whatever the winners wanted. Turns out… you’re the loser.
~Jayce and Viktor drag it out, teasing you endlessly before finally giving in to your desperate pleas.
~The bet turns into an ongoing game between the three of you, with the stakes getting higher each time.
~Viktor, ever the scientist, once was working on another enhancement device, one that increases tactile sensitivity. Naturally, it needs to be tested, and who better to try it on than one of you?
~Jayce volunteers, all cocky at first, until his body is way too reactive, and he’s completely at your and Viktor’s mercy.
~Viktor, smug as ever, claims he’s only observing, until Jayce turns on him, deciding he should feel his own creation firsthand.
~At least one experiment has been abandoned because things got too heated. Maybe you were sitting on Jayce’s lap to look over blueprints, or Viktor had his hands on your waist while guiding you through an equation, next thing you know, clothes are in disarray, and you’re being absolutely ruined on the workbench.
~Jayce has definitely fucked you against the wall of the lab while Viktor watched, all smug amusement until you pulled him in, making him lose that composure.
~Viktor has a habit of absentmindedly running his fingers along your thigh when he’s deep in thought, most of the time, he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it until you and Jayce react. Once he notices? Oh, he fully commits.
~Jayce wants to be dominant, but the second you and Viktor team up against him? He’s putty in your hands. You both have him sprawled out, completely at your mercy, and he loves it.
~Viktor is deceptively cruel in bed, he drags things out, making you beg, loving the way Jayce gets frustrated when he won’t let him have what he wants right away.
~You’re usually caught between them, switching between being taken apart and taking them apart. Sometimes you’re the one teasing Viktor until he’s breathless, or guiding Jayce’s hands to exactly where you need them.
J.T. X V. X M!R. · most people can say that they’ve been given the puppy eyes. yeah, those eyes. the ones that make anyone who looks at them absolutely melt? jayce gives them to you waaaay too much, and even viktor does on occasion. now, it’s your turn.
Everyone has their days, and today is that day for you. You don’t know what it is. Maybe it’s how your hair won’t cooperate, or how your voice keeps cracking every time you speak. Maybe it’s how you don’t feel right in your own skin, or how the world feels like it’s working against you. You just feel like shit, and you look it. At least, you think you look it. Jayce and Viktor think otherwise.
They’re both in the kitchen, making lunch when you come in. You’re sniffling, but they can’t tell if you’re crying or congested. Jayce’s back is turned to you, making breakfast, and Viktor sits on the counter, reading and sipping coffee. He looks up as he hears the soft pat pat pat of your socks against the hardwood floors. He only says anything when he notices your bottom lip stuck out, your hood pulled over your head, and looking up at him with the biggest puppy dog eyes he’s ever seen.
— Oh, drahý, look at you. What happened, darling? Aw, lovie, are you crying?
N-no… Vikky… do you think I’m ugly?
Hearing this, Jayce’s head snaps back towards you and you swear you’ve never seen him or Vik that confused. He sets down the food and walks up to you, cupping your face in his hands.
— Cariño, are you serious? Baby, you’re the most handsome boy I’ve ever met. Actually, that’s a lie. You’re tied with Vik, but you two are the most beautiful boys I’ve ever had the pleasure of loving.
Really? I-I’m beautiful?
— The most. Here, let us have breakfast, and then we can cuddle on the couch, yeah?
Viktor hops down from the counter, placing a kiss on your forehead and using his sweater sleeve to wipe your eyes. He picks up his cane and walks with you to the table as Jayce balances the plates and mugs and places them down in front of you and Viktor.
You all eat, and about 15 minutes later are curled up on the couch, a blanket draped around you.— Jayce on your right, Vik on your left. Your head rests on Jayce’s shoulder, Viktor’s on yours, and both of their arms are wrapped around you like a little cocoon of comfort. Jacye grabs the remote, turning on his favorite telenovela that his mother and he would always watch when he got sad.
— You know, those puppy eyes you gave me were pretty cute. I would not argue if you did that more often.
Vik!
— He’s right, cariño. We could use some more of that “puppy love” around here. I’m sure there are more than enough puppies that need homes. And we could provide that, right?
Puppy? I wouldn’t mind that, actually. I love puppies!
hi! i have a jayvik prompt for your consideration, with jayvik finding it difficult to concentrate in the lab while you are there, and keep making mistakes because of it. can be as spicy or sfw as you like ofc
This is the first fic I've written about Arcane so please be gentle with me!
cw: allusions to smut
You know how difficult it is for Jayce and Viktor to focus when you’re in the lab. You only end up there because you love to hang out with them and maybe you’re trying to get them to admit that they’re interested in you. You’ve been conducting an experiment of your own, to see how long it will take them to finally make their feelings known, but it seems that wearing low-cut tops and short skirts had only just made them drool instead of making a move.
Viktor at least compliments you while Jayce just gets flustered when you get close. His cheeks turning bright pink as you shamelessly flirt with him as you back him up to the desk. You love making pretty men stutter. He wants you so bad, always staring at your lips when you talk to him. It’s pathetic but he doesn’t care. You actually find it to be adorable.
Viktor is very upfront about his feelings, though, making it very clear that he wants you. He’ll lean on you when he doesn’t feel like using his cane and he loves that you will hold onto him, letting him lean his head on your shoulder.
And while Jayce does feel a little jealous, seeing you together ultimately just sends him into a bi panic. He loves watching the way your hand slides up and down Viktor’s back as he writes on the chalkboard and the way you’ll help Viktor sit on the desk when he gets tired then stand between his legs as he pulls you into his arms. How can he even be upset when the two of you look so good together?
Today, though, you’re sitting on Jayce’s desk when he comes into the lab, kicking your legs back and forth as you eat the sandwich he had left there for you this morning. Your face lights up when you see him, finishing your last bite as you motion for him to come closer, holding your arms.
“Hey, handsome,” you greet as your arms wrap around his shoulders, his wrapping around your waist, his face burying into your neck just like always. This is his favorite moment of every day that he sees you, he thinks, being wrapped up in your touch as you hold him for however long he wants.
This is going to be a long hug. He’s been struggling with one of his Hextech inventions and just needs your reassurance to be able to fix it. You’re always so encouraging and he feels like he needs that to today.
Once he reluctantly pulls away, he sits in his chair, having to turn away because he can see up your skirt and he knows that he shouldn’t be looking. He just turns every so slightly, picking up his screwdriver to work on one of the weapons he’s created, trying his hardest to not think about how badly he wants to bury his face between your legs and eat you out until you’re crying his name.
Viktor can’t focus either having dropped his pencil more times than he can count as he’s been trying to work on a sketch of one of the newer projects. You just look so beautiful and he can’t focus, his eyes staying on your lips as you flirt with Jayce, leaning over ever so slightly, giving him the perfect view of your cleavage that he stares at for a few seconds before snapping out of it.
It’s getting sad, you think, so you’ve finally got to do something about this whole thing, finally make a move on both of them. You love the longing looks, but this is just getting pathetic at this point. So you turn Jayce to face you and hold his face gently in your hands, pressing your lips to his. He gasps into your mouth but quickly melts into you, pliant under your touch, willing to let you do whatever you want to him. He’s putty in your hands.
Viktor is becoming concerned with how much he’s enjoying watching the two of you kiss, concerned with the fact that he’s getting hard. He’s always been attracted to the two of you separately, but seeing you together is making him want you even more, desperately wishing he could be part of it.
Your hands slide into his hair and he’s moaning into your mouth as his hands slide up your thighs as your place a foot on each side of his chair. He’s trying to pull you into his lap when you pull away, watching his eyes fill with lust. He lets out a whine as you hop off the desk and you just shake your head at him.
“There’s no need to be greedy, baby,” you tsk. “Viktor needs a turn.”
Viktor turns around fully and his eyes widen as you lean down over him, kissing him more hungrily than you had kissed Jayce and he’s eating it up, whining as your tongue slides into his mouth, roaming around as you put something in between his shirt and vest. You give it a pat then pull away, smiling down at him, seeing his parted lips as he stares up at you, his eyes filling with lust just like Jayce’s.
You motion for both of them to come closer with your pointer finger and they’re quick to stand, Viktor moving slower as he has to reach his cane. You’re moving to the door and they’re both following you like lost puppies, desperate for more of whatever you just gave them.
“Viktor has a key to my apartment where I’ll be waiting for the two of you after you’re done here. I think we all could have some fun together considering the chemistry we all have. If you don’t come, I completely understand, but I’d really like for you too.”
“I’ll be there,” they both say in unison, so quickly that you barely understand them, but your face lights up at their agreement.
“Perfect!” You respond then press kisses to each of their mouths before fleeing the lab, leaving Jayce and Viktor, neither of them wanting to discuss the fact that this is going to turn their friendship into something vastly different and it will never be the same. Neither of them care, though, looking forward to spending the night with you and each other, counting down the hours until they’re done with their work.
