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𝐉𝐚𝐲𝐜𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤 (∩︵∩)

⇢ 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢, 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭, 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐝 𝐣𝐚𝐲𝐜𝐞, 𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 (𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐩 𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬), 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 ,,𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲" (𝐢'𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲)

𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐲. 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫

Jayce Talis is big, and he knows it. He knows he stretches you past your limit, knows your tight little pussy can barely take him, and he lives for it— the way you tremble underneath him, the way your breath hitches when he presses his thick cock against your entrance, the way you whimper when the blunt head pushes inside, splitting you apart.

Too Big, Too Thick, and He Wants You to Feel Every Inch

He takes his time at first—lets you feel the ache of him stretching you open, his cock pressing against your walls inch by inch, your body struggling to take him. "Shit, baby, you're so tight—" His fingers dig into your thighs, his voice rough he forces himself deeper, groaning as your walls squeeze around him "Fuck, look at you-already shaking, and I'm not even all the way in."

And when you whimper, when you clutch at his shoulders, shaking your head, babbling that he's too big—he just grins. "C'mon, baby, you can take it. Let me make you feel full."

Holds You Down So You Can't Escape the Stretch

The second he bottoms out, his hips flush against yours, he stills. Just lets you feel it, feel how deep he is, feel how he's stuffing you so full you can barely breathe. "Mmm, fuck-look at you, baby. So fucking stretched, so full-you feel that? Feel me all the way in your fucking stomach?" He presses a big, warm hand to your lower belly, groaning when he feels himself inside you, thick and deep, your walls fluttering around him. "Shit, baby, I'm wrecking you, huh?"

And when you try to squirm, try to pull back even an inch, his grip tightens. "Nah, baby. You wanted me to fuck you like this, right? So take it.”

Fucks You So Deep It Knocks the Air Out of You

Once he starts moving? You're done.

Jayce doesn't hold back-doesn't care that his cock is too big for you, that every thrust forces your walls to stretch even wider, that every deep, brutal snap of his hips has you gasping, hands scrambling for something to hold onto.

"Ohhh, baby-fuck, you feel that? So fucking deep" He loves the way you whimper, loves the way your body clenches down on him, loves the way he can see himself splitting you apart, your pussy stretched tight around his thick cock. "Fuck, look at this little cunt -gripping me like you don't wanna let me go."

Loves Watching You Struggle to Take It All

Jayce knows he's too big, and it drives him crazy seeing you try to take him-seeing the way your eyes roll back, the way your mouth falls open, the way your body shakes from the effort of taking his cock so fucking deep. "Ohhh, baby-shit, you're struggling, huh?" He watches your pussy stretch around him, his cock bulging against your stomach with every deep thrust, and it makes him feral. "You were made for this, baby. Made to take me—look at how perfect this pussy is, stretching just for me."

And when you start babbling-"Too much, Jayce, too big, I can't-"—he just groans, slamming his hips forward, making you scream. "Ohh, baby, yes you can. You can take it."

Won't Stop Until You're Crying on His Cock

You're a mess-tears pricking at your eyes, thighs shaking, body wrecked-but Jayce? He's not done. He loves seeing you like this, so fucked out you can barely think, your pussy stretched so wide around him that it looks like you can't possibly take anymore. "Mmm, fuck, look at you— so wrecked for me, baby. You love this, don't you? Love getting split open on my thick fucking cock?" He grinds his hips, forcing himself even deeper, watching as you wail, body arching, completely at his mercy.

"Yeah, baby-fucking take it. Take every inch."

Fucks You Until You're Gushing

And then he really ruins you. His thrusts get sharper, meaner, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing fast, rough circles as his cock slams against that perfect little spot inside you. "Gonna make you cum for me, baby-gonna make you squirt all over this fucking cock-" And you do-your whole body snapping tight, a choked, wrecked scream breaking from your lips as you gush around him, soaking his cock, your thighs, the sheets.

"Fuuuck-look at that, baby-so fucking messy-" But he doesn't stop. Keeps fucking into you, forcing more out of you, watching with wide, hungry eyes as you drip for him, your body spasming, completely ruined.

"Shit, baby, this pussy was made for me."

Fills You Up Until You Can't Hold Anymore

Jayce is losing it-his thrusts getting erratic, his hands gripping your hips so hard they'll bruise, his breath coming out in rough, wrecked groans.

"Ohhh, fuck, baby-gonna cum-gonna fill you up—" His hips snap forward, cock buried so deep inside you he's pressing against your cervix, and then he's spilling inside you, moaning like he's falling apart, his cum flooding your pussy, filling you up so full you swear you can feel it.

"Mmm, fuck, baby-so much-" And when he pulls out? His cum is dripping out of you, leaking down your thighs, making a mess of the sheets. But he just grins, fingers gathering the slick, shoving it right back inside you. "Uh-uh, baby. We're not wasting this."

And then he slides back inside, still hard, groaning at the sloppy mess between your thighs, the way your pussy is still fluttering around him.

"One more, baby. Just one more. Let's see if I can really split you apart."

lucifer trying to complete the eden collection:

It was at that moment that he knew, he fucked up.

Sinful Bliss (MDNI)

Lucifer x Fem! Sinner! Reader

Hazbin Hotel Smut

Warnings: overstimulation, riding, cursing, mentions of his tail pleasing you, mommy kink, subspace, creampie, aftercare, praise, Sub! Lucifer, squirting, fainting, (small mention of abandonment issues), funny ending,etc…

Lucifer was far to used to being served, he was used to being treated as a King getting everything he wanted even if he could do it himself. Sex had become boring for him always being given pleasure but never truly getting to give pleasure to his partners. Yet that all changed once he met you, you were willing to explore his desires and it brought him to life. Now here you were, using him to your heart’s content, his hips stuttering up into your warm cunt while you crashed your own back down on him. The room was filled with his whiny moans and the lewd melody of wet skin to skin, “Fuck! That’s it Luci, such a good boy. My pretty boy reaching so deep inside.”, you praised him bouncing on his cock like a rabbit in heat.

You leaned forward stealing a kiss from his lips, he moaned into your mouth drooling with pleasure as your tongue dominated his own.

“M-Mommy! Mommy I’m cumming…fuck cumming inside!”, he squealed, holding you close while you settled your hips above him.

The delicious warmth of his creamy load filling your womb set all of your nerves ablaze with pleasure, you held his head flush to your chest smiling at the muffled moans he still hiccuped as he filled you. Lucifer was already exhausted but to lost in his head to acknowledge the ache in his pretty cock.

“That’s it let it all out sweetheart. Doing so good for me, love you so much Lucifer.”, you hummed kissing his rosey cheeks.

His body was shaking already from the overstimulation, his breaths were ragged and heavy. You knew he couldn’t last much longer, you were ready to give him a break but he was so fucked out of his mind that he couldn’t let you go. “One more. One more time mommy please, I’ll be good I promise.”, he begged, tears forming in his beautiful eyes.

“No honey you can’t handle anymore. You did so good for me, it’s okay I’ll settle down in a bit.”, you promised him, cupping his cheeks in your soft hands just to kiss him some more. Lucifer stared up at you with glossy eyes, his smile dropping into a sad pout, how could you be so cruel to deny him bringing you to ecstasy? His desire to please you and bring you to orgasm was stronger than his sense of reason, if his normal body was to tired than his demon form should suffice. You felt his tail wrap around your waist and then noticed his horns appear, “Lucifer?”

Before you knew it you’d been flipped onto your back, Lucifer now settled between your legs holding your hips up at an angle that would allow him to bully your sweet spot. His eyes had changed but the same desperation shined in them while his cheeks grew a deeper shade of red. You couldn’t say anything to him to talk him out of this little trance he was in, you simply accepted your fate hoping he’d settle down once he’d made you cum. Slowly but surely he pushed past the slight pain in his achy cock until he’d set the perfect rhythm.

“Cum. Cum for me (y/n), please I need to feel you cum around my cock.”, he whined breathlessly, slamming his hips into you like a mindless toy.

Your back arched off the bed in pleasure and your legs trembled against his hips, “Luci! Right there, th-that’s it right there!”, you squealed feeling his tip rub against your g-spot.

He’s not sure what happened after that, he found himself to lost in pleasing you that he had seemed to black out. The tip of his tail moved from your waist down to your swollen little clit and began rubbing it vigorously. He moaned your name over and over again with each thrust of his hips, your inner walls clenching and sucking his cock in desperately as you neared your end.

“Fuck mommy so good! Your pussy loves my cock so much.”, Lucifer moaned leaning against you to kiss your breasts and neck.

You agreed with him feeling the knot in your stomach ready to come undone and release your final orgasm. Lucifer didn’t stop even if his cock ached so much, he had to please you, he just had to make you cum like a good boy.

“Don’t stop…right there…right there I’m so close fuck!”, you squealed trying so hard to hold it until Lucifer was close.

You could feel his tears falling against your chest he was so fucked out of his mind that he was close to blacking out but he couldn’t not yet. His golden eyes focused on the beautiful skin of your unmarked neck, he let out a demonic moan and sunk his teeth into your neck biting down hard to ground himself. That bite was all it took to send you over the edge, the sudden pain, the stimulation to you clit, and the fullness of his spasming cock inside of you was all it took to have you squirting over him. You collapsed flat on the bed once your orgasm had passed, struggling to catch your breath from the intensity of your final round.

“Damn Luci…y-you sure know how to show a girl heaven.”, you giggled hugging him weakly above you. You’d turned to press a kiss to his cheek when you finally noticed he’d fainted on top of you and turned back to normal, you panicked for a moment but quickly refocused and rolled over so he was now laying on the bed. You slowly got off of his cock and started to gently tap his face to try and wake him. It took a few minutes of calling his name and stroking his head but eventually he did wake up.

“(Y-y/n)?”, he called to you in a groggy tone.

You gave him a small smile and nodded your head, “Hey sleeping beauty, c’mon lets go shower so we can turn in for the night. You did such a perfect job, thank you for making me feel so special.”, you hummed.

You noticed his eyes still seemed glossed over, he seemed to be daydreaming. You knew what that meant and after being treated so well you were more than happy to return the favor. You carried him to the bathroom to shower with him and held him up while the water gently cascaded down on your bodies. He was still so out of it but you didn’t mind at all, you were happy to bathe him and shampoo his hair. You talked slowly to him, just offering praise and saying ‘I love you’ to him over and over. Once you dressed him and yourself you gently tugged him along to the bed, of course you changed the sheets and offered him some water before tucking him in.

“Do you want any food? More water? C’mon baby talk to me.”, you giggled, kissing his temple sweetly.

He gave a slow blink before shaking his head no, he held your hand gently tugging it and scooting over so you could join him in bed. “Just stay.”, he spoke softly patting the bed for you.

You smiled and took your spot next to him, “You really are the greatest, the greatest lover, the greatest king, and a better father. I’m so happy to have you.”, you confessed softly, Lucifer slowly filled your arms, burying his face in your chest as sleep finally started getting the better of him.

“Don’t leave me.”, he whined.

You stared down at him a bit shocked but knew it was just his fear of being abandoned again talking, you kissed the top of his head softly and held him close, “I won’t Lucifer I promise, I love you.”, you whispered softly listening to his soft snores slowly fill the room.

Sleep was exactly what your tired body needed right now, hopefully by tomorrow Lucifer would be back to normal.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Charlie let out a loud yawn as she entered the kitchen for breakfast, her bedhead was wild like a lion’s mane but everyone was used to it. The familar smell of something sweet caught her attention along with a happy tune being hummed. She blinked away her sleep staring at her father happily cooking pancakes in his robe and duckie slippers.

“Dad? What are you doing up this early?”, she asked.

Lucifer turned and smiled at his precious daughter handing her a fresh cup of coffee, “Good morning Charlie, I was just whipping myself up some breakfast before heading out for the day. I’m taking (y/n) out on date.”, he cheered.

Angel entered the room and despite being tired also noticed a subtle change in Lucifer, he looked extremely refreshed and relaxed almost youthful if he was being honest. Angel instantly recognized what was going on, Razzle took the tray of food from Lucifer and flew off to his room.

“I made plenty for everyone if you need me I’ll be upstairs with the love of my life! Bye bye now!”, Lucifer smiled happily skipping back to the elevators.

Angel watched the happy man disappear and let out a hearty laugh, “He so totally got laid last night!”

Charlie’s face flushed red upon hearing such a thing, “Angel please be quiet.”, she groaned sipping her coffee.

Frankly he wasn’t wrong but Charlie was just to tired to process that her Hotel Receptionist was sleeping with her Father. Oh well at least you made him happy.

shakes putting your fingers in yuuji’s mouth when you ride him :((( watching his eyes roll back when you make him gag on them

thinking about sucking sukuna off with uraume

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

“take it deeper.” sukuna purrs, next to you, you hear uraume gag and choke when he pushes their head down to take more of his cock into their mouth. “open your throat, more, do not fight me.” uraume whimpers next to you, drool and spit dripping on their knees.

you reach over blindly and find their hand, lacing your fingers with theirs. they instantly grab you back, squeezing you like a lifeline. you bob your head quickly, doing what he says and opening your throat wider—even though he was speaking to uraume.

suddenly, you feel a hand on your head, and your heart rate spikes. “my balls are feeling neglected, take care of that, pet.” he orders you. you pop your lips off of his dick, a line of spit connecting your lips to his cock. nodding, you jerk him off with your free hand while leaning down to take one of his balls into your mouth.

his reaction is immediate, and he bucks his hips upwards, thrusting his cock down uraumes throat, causing them to gag. “you’re working hard, keep going.” he orders, collecting the hair out of your face and holding it like a makeshift handle so you’re able to suck his balls better.

uraume pulls off of his cock and coughs loudly, sucking in breaths. they must have choked, but sukuna doesn’t give them long to breath before you heard them gag again when he shoves their mouth back on him. “you were doing so well, you have not disappointed me yet uraume, do not start now.”

sukuna pulls you off of his balls and drags you back to his cock, ordering you to keep touching his balls with your hand while you suck him. his groans are more frequent now, and you hear uraume moan next to you in response. an idea pops into your head, and you untangle your fingers from uraumes before reaching between their thighs.

their legs are pressed together tightly, likely from them rubbing their thighs together to relieve themself a bit. they choke next to you when you press your fingers between their thighs, letting them know your intentions. they shakily part their legs, allowing you to press down on their swollen clit through their boxers.

they groan around sukuna, making his hips jerk in response. “naughty pet, what are you doing?” sukuna asks you, raising an eyebrow with amusement as he watches you slide your fingers inside uraume. their arch their back and double their efforts on sukuna, panting through their nose.

“are your fingers inside them?” he asks, groaning when you nod. “such an eager little thing, aren’t you? feeding off of pleasure like a succubus.” you moan, rolling his balls in your hand and taking him down about halfway in your throat before choking.

“i’ll give you what you want, and you’ll take it all.” he groaned, gripping both of your heads tighter and forcing your faces down to meet his thrusts. his thrusting grows eratic, and you fuck your fingers harder and faster inside uraumes cunt. they grip your wrist, their legs and thighs spamming around your hand when they start to cum.

sukuna releases a loud groan as you feel him unload his balls into your mouths. you try not to swallow all of it, having a better idea. “very good. uraume, open your mouth.” you pull your fingers out from their pussy and slide your mouth off of sukuna’s dick, keeping your mouth closed.

uraume opens their mouth and shows him how they swallowed. he grins, the sight beautiful and terrifying. “wonderful.” he looks at you next and raises his eyebrows expectantly. instead of opening your mouth to show him his mess, you grip uraumes jaw and turn twords them.

their eyes are wide, and they open their mouth to speak before you pressing your mouth against theirs, you force your tongue into their mouth. they whine around the taste as you kiss uraume with sukuna’s cum in your mouth. “fucking filthy human.” sukuna groans. it sounds derogatory, but you know he has a large grin on his face. “such sluts.” he grunts, tucking his cocks back in his pants as you get carried away and pin uraume to the floor, your hand wandering back into their pants while you kiss them.

Lucifer: *enters the hotel*

Alastor: I cast vicious mockery 😈

An animation my sis and I made for fun

Music is Perception Check by Tom Cardy.

Victor x reader - brushing hair behind the reader’s ear or stroking their cheek when he thinks they’re asleep

I kind of went…overboard with this request so I apologize for that my friend 😂 the prompt comes in towards the end of the one shot. I hope you enjoy!

Seeds of Love

Viktor x Female!Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: unrequited(?) love, but not really, misunderstandings, out of context conversations, emotional hurt/comfort, love confessions.

The Gala is still in full swing, even though it has been several hours since it started. Fancy drinks flowed in abundance along with dainty hors d'oeuvres and a buffet of food that never seemed to diminish, no matter how much people ate.

High society parties are still something you haven't quite gotten used to, no matter how many times you've been brought as a plus one by Viktor or Jayce. Yet, you loved them all the same. 

Maybe not the parties themselves. Quite frankly, you find them suffocating and filled with too many people who never say what they're honestly thinking.

Too many people fawn over Jayce, the Golden Boy of Piltover, while completely ignoring Viktor or turning their nose up at him whenever Jayce tries to include him. It always infuriates you because you see the important things in Viktor. 

That's the only reason you agree to come to these events anyway. To spend more time with him. And the fact that you know he appreciates not being completely alone throughout the night as Jayce is pulled in a million directions. So, more often than not, you get to spend ample time alone with the Hextech partner, just like now. 

After Jayce was pulled away yet again, you and Viktor retreated to a small balcony. The doors have been propped open, allowing the cool evening air to circulate through the crowded room.

Viktor sighs as you both step out into the open air, and you can't help but agree with his nonverbal relief. Inside was entirely too stuffy, and you could feel the beginnings of a headache coming on from all of the rich perfumes assaulting your senses and the constant hum of conversation and music. 

"Remind me why I continue to come to these dreadful events," Viktor says sitting on a cushioned bench facing the city landscape.

A huff of laughter escapes your lips.

"Because Jayce asks you too," you say, gathering your dress in your hands before taking the unoccupied space beside him.

"And you get to spend time with me." You nudge his arm playfully as you tease. 

The inventor's lips twitch up into a smile as he looks over at you.

"Your company is much preferred to Jayce's, especially considering he is never by my side much at these events."

Taking a sip from the champagne flute in your other hand, you try in vain to stop the butterflies that flutter in your tummy. You want more than anything for his words to mean more than they do.

Your feelings for him have been shoved down since the moment you met him, and as time goes on, you are finding it harder and harder to hide your affections. 

In truth, you've always found the man intriguing. Being friends with Caitlyn Kiramman had inadvertently brought you into the two Hextech creators' lives. And as Caitlyn was to Jayce, you were to Viktor, eventually.

Viktor hadn't said much to you initially, as there wasn't much to say. You had studied Botany at the Academy and are now head of the department, which is vastly different from Hextech. Yet, as Caitlyn was talking to Jayce, you had found your way over to Viktor, who sat hunched over at his desk, muttering to himself about something. He startled when you asked him what he was working on, and the man seemed shocked you were even remotely interested in his work. But as soon as he got started, he didn't stop, telling you about their next project and answering all the questions you had. 

Curiosity led to friendship with Viktor and…something much more for you.

Something you had hoped he would return if you could just find it in you to talk to him about it.

But every time you had an opportunity, you were alone, or he was with you in your greenhouse…you couldn't do it. The words would be right there on the tip of your tongue, and then he would look at you, and they would die in your throat. Golden eyes filled with excitement or happiness would stop you from ever saying anything in fear of ruining what you already have. 

Like right now. 

Viktor has moved on to talk about what he and Jayce plan on tackling next. A larger version of a teleportation portal they have been working on. The Hexgates is what they plan to call them once they get them working correctly.

Viktor is always so animated when he talks about his work; his face lights up, his hands move around frantically in the air…and you want nothing more than for him to talk about you that way.

As selfish as that may sound. 

You almost do it again. Almost manage to tell him how you feel when there is a lull in his speech. Finally, you actually start this time; you can feel your lips part as you speak, your heart thudding in your chest.

"Viktor…"

He looks at you, brows raising in question and a silent request for you to continue. And you just about have the words out when a familiar presence stumbles out onto the balcony, a broad grin on his face.

"There you two are!" Jayce's voice is booming in the soft silence of the balcony, and you can't help the way your shoulders fall slightly at his appearance. 

Another chance was gone. 

Viktor rolls his eyes.

"You act as if we left you to the wolves."

Jayce scoffs, strolling over to stand in front of you.

"You kind of did,” he defends, leaning against the balcony’s railing. "I have had to explain our next Hextech project like fifteen times. It's exhausting."

You move to take another sip of champagne only to notice that your glass is empty. Frowning at the offending object you stand up and send Jayce a smile.

"Sounds like you need a drink. I need to refresh my own anyways." You turn to Viktor. 

"Would you like anything?" 

He shakes his head, waving his hand dismissively.

"No, thank you." He gives you a polite smile. "I could go with you if you'd like?"

Butterflies start up again, and you try to school your reaction slightly.

"Yeah, I wouldn't mind-"

Jayce cuts in.

"Actually, I was hoping to talk to Viktor about something, if you don't mind?" 

You glance from the taller man back to Viktor, a slight sense of disappointment tugging at your chest.

"Yeah, of course. I'll be right back."

The two men give you short nods as you turn back into the building to seek out one of the waiters handing out champagne.

The search takes longer than expected, and the whole time you try to think of ways to talk to Viktor. 

Maybe you've had so much trouble because you're trying to be too forward.

Instead, you could start by asking him out on a date.

Something simple.

Viktor practically lives off coffee, so maybe you could ask him out to the coffee house by your apartment? 

You finally locate a waiter just as that thought runs through your mind, and it feels like something finally clicks when it does.

Nodding to yourself, you pick up two glasses of the bubbling drinks, trading in your empty one.

Why hadn't you thought of that before? 

Of course, asking him out to coffee or dinner would be easier than confessing your love to him.

Probably a bit less awkward too…

You can't hide the triumphant skip in your step as you head back toward the balcony, a new plan already forming in your head. 

However, just as you are about to enter the outside space, the conversation between the two men you are returning to makes you pause. 

"She likes you, you know," Jayce says, presumably to Viktor. 

"What are you going on about?" Viktor asks, his accented voice unmistakable. 

You know you shouldn't eavesdrop, and you are just about to step out onto the balcony when your name falls from Jayce's lips and makes you freeze completely. 

“(y/n).”

"I’m almost positive she likes you. And before you say it, yes, as more than a friend." Jayce's voice is firm as he speaks, like they've had this conversation before. 

Have you been that obvious?

Heat rises to your cheeks at the thought.

If Jayce knows…

Then you've definitely been more obvious than you intended. Because that man is oblivious to just about everything. 

You hear Viktor sigh as you take a few more steps closer to the open doors, careful to stay out of sight. 

"I don't believe you are correct," he says, matter-of-factly. "And even if she does feel this way, it's not like I would not act upon it."

You don't even hear the rest of what he says as your heart starts to ache deep in your chest. It feels like you've gone numb, your fingers tingling with how hard his words hit you. 

He doesn't feel the same. Of course, he doesn't.

The familiar burn of tears is what forces you to move, and you practically burst out into the balcony.

The conversation immediately stops as you appear, and both of them look like a pair of startled deer. You quickly hand Jayce his drink, managing to spill a few drops onto his pants due to how your hands shake. 

"Here's your drink. Sorry, I took so long. I-" 

"Hey, Hey. Slow down." Jayce is up from his seat instantly, setting his drink on the ground and taking the one from your hand to give to Viktor.

"What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost." 

You shake your head but can't stop yourself glancing over at Viktor, more tears welling up at the concerned look on his face.

Finally, you drop your eyes to the floor. 

"I don't feel well. I think I'm gonna head home." You say simply, brushing Jayce's hands off you to head towards the door. 

Turning to leave, you don’t wait for a response from either of them, but Viktor is already hauling himself to his feet, leaning heavily on his cane. 

"At least let me walk you home-" 

"No!"

Your rejection comes out much louder than anticipated, and you cringe internally. You try to ignore the startled look on his face as you elaborate.

"I'm fine. Have a good night, you guys.”

You leave before either of them can stop you. Gathering the skirt of your dress in your hands as you walk, you can’t help but worry the delicate fabric between your fingers. Right now, it's the only thing grounding you until you exit the large mansion onto the street. 

Only then, when the crowd's murmur disappears behind the doors, and the cool air washes over you, do the tears fall. 

———

While you had told the boys you were going home, your feet had inadvertently carried you to the greenhouse on Academy grounds.

It was the one place you could go to calm down; your plants always had a calming effect on you. Tending them, pruning the dead leaves away, sketching new blooms or new breeds of flora and fauna. 

It almost helped drown out the ache in your chest.

Almost. 

You can't help but feel silly sitting on a stool in the plant-filled space, your evening gown still on and trailing against the dirt floor.

You had taken your hair out from its intricate style, letting it lay free as you nursed a particularly picky plant in front of you. 

Adenium obesum.

More commonly known as the desert rose. 

It's a beautiful little shrub plant with vibrant pink-white flowers when it blooms. You were able to get your hands on one when a foreign market came to Piltover a few months ago. 

The flower is supposed to bring good luck. It resembles courage, self-belief, and resilience.

Hope. 

All things you had desperately needed-

Desperately wanted to confess.

But it seemed it hadn't done you much good. It was all in vain anyway. 

At first, the plant had struggled to survive. There aren't many subtropical plants under your care, and you worried for many weeks you would lose the little plant. But after weeks of tender care and careful adjustments, the flowers started to bloom. 

And you foolishly took that as a sign. 

Sighing, you trim away a few dead leaves before opening your notebook to a blank page.

The small shrub is in full bloom, its bright flowers complemented beautifully by its vibrant green leaves.

You had yet to sketch out the plant and decided now was as good a time as any. 

Anything to get your mind off the sting still lingered in your heart. 

You lay your pencil on paper, trying in vain to occupy your mind with your love of plants rather than your unrequited love of Viktor. 

———

The halls of the Academy are eerily quiet in the late hours of the night. It was just past midnight when you had left the Gala in a haste Viktor did not expect.

Jayce had called it a night soon after that, and Viktor agreed, wanting to go check on you more than anything. 

And talk to you after his and Jayce's conversation. 

He didn't believe his partner when Jayce told him of your affections. But after you left, the conversation continued, and he felt like an idiot once his partner pointed out all the signs.

The way you found any excuse to be close to him. The way you'd give him your undivided attention no matter the topic. 

"Do you really think she cared about the stabilization process of the arcane when she has a botany degree? You didn't even use layman's terms, Vik." 

Viktor had always assumed you were just being polite, but the more he realized it, the only polite people to him were his partner, Caitlyn, and Heimerdinger. Everyone else looked down at him or ignored him completely. 

But not you. 

You always praised him.

Laughed at his witty remarks. Brushed your fingers through his hair, looped your arm through his at events…

And suddenly, as Jayce was laying all this out, Viktor realized that he felt much more for you than he ever knew.

He has always wanted to be around you and craved your presence and words. Loved to listen to you speak of your plants and your work.

For Janna's sake!

He spent the precious time he could have been working on Hextech making an automatic water mister for you when you couldn't be at the greenhouse. 

Viktors has been a fool, and he hid all of his feelings behind a wall of 'professionalism' in fear of pushing you away.

…It seems that he's managed that anyway. 

He had gone to check on you after your abrupt exit, and when he didn't find you at your apartment, he knew exactly where you'd be. 

The greenhouse is one of the only places in Piltover with thriving natural plant life. Most of the greenery scattered around the city was intentionally placed to make the city look brighter and more pleasing to the eye. 

But you've made the greenhouse, and the Academy gardens a flourished, lush, paradise.

Even though he's been in the large building too many times to count, it still takes his breath away every time.

Green plants hang from the ceiling, their leaves or vines hanging from pots to create a fantastical atmosphere.

Plants with bright flowers or lush leaves sit on the multitudes of shelves and tables throughout the space, and every time Viktor takes a breath, it feels cleaner than the last. 

He understands why you love it here so much. And he feels the worry that settled in his belly dissipate when he sees your form hunched over your workbench in the far corner. 

He approaches slowly, the sound of his cane muted against the packed earth of the greenhouse.

He calls your name softly, brows furrowing when you don't respond. Then he understands your silence when he's finally by your side. 

You had fallen asleep. 

Your head rests on folded arms, a leather-bound notebook scooted to the side with a half-finished sketch of the plant that sits to your left. A pencil is still clutched between your fingers, and Viktor can't stop the smile that tugs at his lips. 

You look beautiful like this.

Hair down, face calm, and at rest, cheek squished adorably from where it rests against your arms.

But as Viktor gazes at you, he can't help the way his smile disappears as he notices the faint streaks of mascara on your cheeks and the red puffiness around your eyes. 

He reaches up, gently brushing a stray piece of hair behind your ear before trailing his fingers along your cheek.

His touch is feather-light, yet it must have been enough to disturb your slumber, because your eyes begin to flutter. 

Viktor knows he should pull away, knows it's more than inappropriate, but he can't bring himself to do so. Not even as you begin to sit up, eyes widening as you realize who's standing before you. 

Finally, Viktor drops his hand as you shy away from him, avoiding his gaze. 

"What are you doing here, Vik?" You ask, voice sticky from sleep. 

His concern never leaves his face.

“Were you crying?" His voice is soft as he speaks, and he reaches up to cradle your cheek again, but you stop him, swatting his hand away. 

You ignore the hurt obvious in his eyes at your action.

"Why does it matter? I told you I wasn't feeling good." You snap, turning back to your notebook.

Viktor frowns, placing both hands on his cane.

"I just wanted to make sure you were alright. You were acting…strangely when you left the Gala." 

You huff, turning away from him more as tears start to blur your vision again. 

Why can't he just leave you alone? 

"Well, I'm fine." Your voice cracks, and you don't even care if he heard it. "So why don't you just go? It’s not like you’d ‘act upon it’ anyways." 

Viktor freezes at your words, and everything falls into place. Why you rushed out, why you are pushing him away now.

He feels guilt claw at his chest. 

"You heard us…." He states, voice low. 

"Yes, I heard you." You bite. "So don't worry about it. Forget Jayce even said anything, and I will too. He had no right to even talk to you about that-"

"I shouldn't have said that." Viktor cuts you off, and when you don't say anything, he continues. 

"I didn't believe Jayce when he told me how you felt. And it took him talking some sense into me to open my own eyes." He explains, fingers turning white with how hard he is gripping his cane.

"I was a fool to not see it and an even bigger fool for not realizing I feel the same way." 

At this, you tear your eyes away from your sketching, sending him a wary glance.

"What?" 

"I love you too." He finally says, never tearing his eyes from your own. 

He watches as your lower lip wobbles, and uncertainty fills your gaze.

"Viktor, if this is some kind of joke-" 

He takes a step forward then, cradling your face gently in one of his hands.

"I might be blind, but I'm not cruel." He says, lips turning upwards. "It just took Jayce talking some sense into me so I could finally see what is right in front of me." 

A shaky breath leaves your lips as you lean into his touch, your eyes slipping closed.

"I've loved you for way too long," you admit, reaching up to cover his hand with yours. "I'm sorry for the way I acted-"

Soft lips on yours stop the apology in its tracks, and you hesitate before realizing what's going on. 

Viktor is kissing you.

Viktor is kissing you! 

When your mind finally catches up, you return the kiss, surging forward to bring yourself as close as possible to him.

Viktor obliges, leaning his cane against your workbench and wrapping his free arm around your waist. 

When you pull away, you want to take a breath and kiss him again, but Viktor pauses - resting his forehead against your own. 

"I should be the one apologizing." He tells you, nudging his nose against your cheek. 

Shaking your head, you smile.

"All is forgiven." You say, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to the beauty mark below his eye.

"Although I do have to admit, making out in the greenhouse isn't very professional. So maybe we should go somewhere else."

Viktor laughs, pulling away to look at you properly. He brushes a thumb along your lower lip and then your cheek.

"Damn, professionalism." He says, leaning in, so his lips brush yours. "I just want you by my side. For as long as you'll have me." 

The way your heart flutters in your chest is unmatched by anything you've felt before, and you can't help the giddy laugh that escapes from your chest.

"If I had it my way, that would be forever." 

Viktor hums. "Forever, it is."

Then his lips are on yours once more.

And as he kisses you in the greenhouse, flora all around you, you can't help but silently thank the little Desert Flower beside you. 

Maybe it did bring good luck.

don't come to tell me that vi is a super dominant girl and expert in sex or in relationships when the woman has been 7 years in prison ....

i mean, the simple touch of hands makes her hyperventilate, imagine asking her to have sex or even something as simple as a kiss with tongue ... the girl would convulse.

Late UNO night 🦌🍎