Fake BBL Jayce

“Ah, hello, Jayce.” He meets Jayce’s gaze with a smile. “I hope you’re not here for a second round on semantics in your latest project report. I’m afraid this close to the weekend I do not quite have the patience for another hour of discourse on that,” he adds in a mildly teasing, but still gentle tone. Jayce laughs a little self-consciously, fiddling with the strap of his cross-shoulder bag as he recalls last week’s office hour spent in heated discussion over points deducted over ‘imprecise language’. Not that this actually impacted anything in the overall grading of his report, but Jayce loves to argue semantics nearly as much as having a valid pretense to visit his professor during office hours. “Oh no, sir, you’ve made your point very clear on that front. I’ve learnt my lesson and will be incredibly precise in my wording for all my future coursework,” Jayce bows his head in mock deference to the word of god, or in this case, the word of his professor. Which, on Piltover Campus, is practically the same thing. “I’m glad to hear that.” Viktor chuckles. Jayce’s breath catches in his throat as his attention fixates on the shine of amber eyes crinkling with amusement. After a drawn moment of Jayce staring dumbly, Viktor cocks his head to the side in question. “So, how exactly can I help you in the last three minutes of my office hour, Mr. Talis?” “Ah, yes, of course, well, it’s—” Jayce catches the tail end of his wits before they dissolve in the hormone-fried mush that is his brain as of late. “It’s more of a… personal matter.”

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

i miss you. He doesn’t expect an answer straight away. Surely Jayce is in the middle of a set, hyper-focused and diligent. It takes thirty seconds for the three dots to show up. Another five for the message to deliver. miss you too. Viktor smiles. A second message comes through. i swear i’m going super fast for u. nearly done with squats! Viktor imagines the very intimately familiar shape of two ass cheeks bulging against offensively tight shorts. send a pic. It takes a moment longer for a reply now. Nearly a minute before the picture loads from pixelated to sharp details. It’s a squat rack, holding a barbell at shoulder height, stacked with what Viktor has to assume is an impressive amount and size of bumper plates. The only thing making the image not look like a stock photo is the tip of Jayce’s worn out sneakers peeking in at the bottom of the screen. Viktor rolls his eyes. thx, obv thats what i wanted a picture of.

Jayce reacts with a laughing emoji to the message and keeps Viktor waiting for a whole two minutes before a second picture comes in. It’s a selfie, in the most literal sense. Jayce’s workout flushed and sweaty face, damp strands of hair sticking to his forehead and tooth gap glinting through a charming little grin. Jayce might just be the first and only man to ever send a gym pic that cuts off his entire body. There is barely a glimpse of his neck visible in this perfectly adorable, completely innocent portrait. Viktor could forward this to Ximena and it would be framed and hanging on a wall within a day. Viktor snorts a laugh. Either Jayce is fucking with him or it genuinely doesn’t occur to him that Viktor is asking for something a little spicier. A visual snack, a little treat of pixels to tide Viktor over. It is entirely possible that Jayce is unfamiliar with the concept of sending thirst traps to your partner as a more straightforward form of flirting. He might just prefer it the old school way. Viktor wouldn’t say no to multiple pages of handwritten love letters and a sepia portrait to keep in a locket. Maybe a lock of hair, too. And, truthfully, it would be a lie to pretend like Viktor really needs more than the image of Jayce’s face to get all warm and tingly inside, anyways. Just imagining it is enough most days. Love is an amazingly potent drug. Viktor heart-reacts to the image. Then, he wiggles out of the blanket and onto his back. Obviously Jayce still deserves a visual response.

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

Where is Professor Viktoria looking 🤔?

#jayvik

Jayvik yuri, my beloved 🫠🌹

They really doooo 🥺✨ Honestly where would I be without your expert council? 🙈

Thank you sm !! 🥹❤️

AHHAHA GUITAR ASS JAYCE IS ALL I WANT TO BE KNOWN FOR 😂🤣 (you just reminded me how much I still want to draw for that universe 🥲)

I'M SO GLAD YOU LIKE THEM 🤭✨
Gotta give credit where it's due: @deadpokerface.bsky.social suggested them. I just drew them 😂
Lowkey thinking about turning them into stickers someday!

A digital drawing (work in progress) of Jayce Talis, starring at Viktor with heart-shaped eyes. Two winged Poros hover around Viktor's face, throwing cherry blossom petals at him from a basket.

Love is in the air 💘 WIP #jayvik

Jayvik missing years 3\3 #arcane

AHhH thank you!! Your art is fantastic as well 🤭💕💕💕✨

2025Merry Christmas🎄

I'd love to rec @deadpokerface.bsky.social they have such tastyyyy jayvik fics/art 🤤🤌 but also myself (I post jayvik art every now and then..mostly wips 😅)

The door isn’t locked. Actually, the door isn’t even closed. It’s cracked open a hand-width with light spilling out enticingly into the dark hallway. It’s an invitation, really. Or at the very least a taunt. Viktor is sure that it definitely can’t be an accident. Not when they’ve lived together this long, knowing each other’s schedules and habits inside out. Viktor stills with the hand on the handle of the bathroom door. Jayce knows Viktor is home. Jayce knows Viktor is home and still he left the bathroom door open. Privacy is admittedly barely a concept in their roommateship, the boundaries of their friendship are more a vague blur than anything resembling defined lines. So, this wouldn’t even be such a big deal, if Jayce were doing mundane things in there. Except he isn’t.

Viktor has watched enough porn to recognize the unmistakable sound of someone having a passionate self-care session. Jayce is, without a doubt, jerking off in there. Which is cool. Fine. So very normal, even. Or it would be, with a closed and locked door. A lesson they’ve learned so early in their cohabitating relationship, that there is no way Jayce would forget about it out of the blue. So, Viktor concludes, it has to be on purpose. It’s the only reason he doesn’t politely ignore the situation like a decent room mate would. Instead, on an adrenaline and curiosity fueled whim, he nudges the door a little, widening the field of vision so he can peek into the room from the relative obscurity of the unlit hallway.

The view isn’t a surprise, clearly spoiled by the sounds he already overheard, and still Viktor is caught off guard momentarily. Jayce is hunched over the bathroom sink, boxers bunched on the floor around his ankles and forehead pressed to the ceiling high mirror, harsh pants fogging his own reflection. His tank top is pushed up by one hand, fingers digging into what Viktor knows is a beautifully plush pectoral muscle. Jayce is also tall enough that he can easily use the other hand to fist his erection above the sink, the rounded marble rim digging into his thighs but not obstructing movement or view. Arousal feels like a gut punch, blood rushing in violent throbs to Viktor’s crotch as he watches—for a few debilitating heartbeats—as Jayce jerks himself off in frantic, quick strokes. Jayce’s eyes, usually a charmingly glinting hazel, are dark in a half lidded stare at himself. In a shaky movement, a strand of pre-cum drips from his cock into the sink, and with a low groan Jayce leans in further, lips parting and catching on the damp surface of the mirror, a wet approximation of a kiss to his twin image.

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

The rush of slumber party kissen 👀👅

Flip it around...wlw ✂️✂️ #wicked #elphaba #glinda #gelphie #wip

I'm so glad you like him, Ryssa 🤭💕 I swear, I could barely BREATHE while stitching them toofs 😵‍💫😅

He'd make a great pocket companion, just don't feed him after midnight 😅🫶

This comment took me out 😂🤣🙌

😭😭😭😭💕💕💕🫶✨

Photo of a front-facing (nude) Jayce Talis plushie made out of felt, includes a stitched heart on his chest

Backside photo of the Jayce Talis plushie, made out of felt. Features a tiny stitched butt.

He's complete now, so I'm contractually obligated to post him again. This wee #jaycetalis manlet, complete with big heart and tiny butt, belongs to @deadpokerface.bsky.social, enjoyyy. (Outfit ideas are encouraged 🤭✨)

AND HE LOOKS AT YOUU 👀

Unfinished plushie of Jayce Talis

In the process of making a manlet for my best guy @deadpokerface.bsky.social 🤭💎💕 #jaycetalis

AHhH thank you 🥹💕 I'm very fond of this one

The WIP pile grows stronger 😶 #jayvik

More Jayvik 80s high school AU...sorry you're only getting WIPs out of me 🥸🦋

modern au jayvik visiting ximena for the first time /together/, jayce gets sent on an errand so ximena can spend quality time with her future son in law only to return to ximena and viktor on the couch cooing over old VHS recordings of little choir boy jayce's church recitals 🤭

He isssss 😭🙌 So babieeeee ✨

I pray.
#jayvik

AahH thank you so much! 😭💕✨🙌