Cute Little Painfully Nerdy 2000s Ellie Williams X Popular Bimbo Fem Reader Part 2

𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐒

With: Satoru Gojo, Sukuna Ryomen, Kento Nanami, Toji Fushiguro, and Choso Kamo

CW: slight fem! coded reader, chasity cages, masochism/small amount of impact play, subspace, frottage, pegging/bottom m! characters, bottom! reader, bondage, non sexual submission, dedgration, use of names "whore, slut, dog, pathetic", choking, breeding, punishments, face slapping, gags, drool, marking

WC: 2.2k

A/N: I have been wanting to make this for soooooo long. Just for me to kinda info dump on you guys how I see them. I will def do a part two with aged up! characters, but I know a lot of ppl arent into that, so I decided to split them up <3

𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

— Satoru Gojo is the whinest, neediest person on this list. He constantly wants your attention and gets easily peeved when you look away from him, even for a second. Also has the highest sex drive, so he is constantly scouting for places to have quickies — he can't help but want to take a break from the real world.

— He is pretty vocal, starting off with grunts and breathless pants until he gets closer to cumming, and his breaths turn into high-pitched whimpers. He also has a thing for begging and being obnoxiously loud sometimes, but it's all for show, and he only does it so that you give him more attention.

— Punishments usually are chastity. Going two weeks without sex makes him lose his mind, and by day six, he is pawing at you or grinding his clothed cock against you. It's cute, but it usually doesn't last long, considering the two of you will occasionally be in public when he gets especially needy. He's not ashamed to subtly rub himself against you.

— I think this is a debated subject a little bit, but I actually think the Satoru has a preference for to bottom! It doesn't always have to involve pegging. Sometimes, he just likes heated makeout sessions while you simultaneously thrust a toy in and out of him. It makes everything more sensitive for him, and he always lets the cutest little mewls into your mouth.

— I do think he has a thing for pain. Not a super big one, but his eyes may roll back if you leave scratch marks down his back, and he may one time or another ask you to step on his cock. He likes how airheaded it makes him feel — his whole body seems to be on fire from the pain, and it's all that he can think about. It's when he is in pain that he actually lets out moans rather than whimpers from when he is in pleasure.

— Gojo is definitely willing to try a multitude of things and has actually done a lot of research on different things. So, the two of you have done a variety of kinky roleplays and bought too many toys.

— He also has a massive thing for intimacy, likes to be touched constantly, or his hands need to be on you in some way or another. Even if you are mean to him (as he asks), he likes it when you somehow find a way to incorporate something that shows you love him.

Likes: kissing, impact play, roleplay, slight exhibition, anal play, mirror sex, light degredation, objectification.

Dislikes: chastity cages, orgasm denial, edging, when you tell him that you are too busy.

𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍

— Sukuna is by far the least submissive man on this list. He makes you work hard for his submission. It is something that needs to be worked for, something to strive for. So, it may take hours for him to finally unravel and bare his neck to you. And even when he does, he may still bark insults because he likes seeing you mad.

— He is vocal in that he never seems to stop talking. He constantly wants to egg you on to see how far he can push you. But as long as you remain level-headed, you will have the upper hand. The second your temper gets the better of you, Sukuna will be back to basically bullying you.

— When you do slowly and carefully ease him into submission, using specific words that will not hurt his pride, he is overall pretty good. He is very needy in the aspects of his pleasure and a bit of a pillow prince, but not horrible. 

— Moans and grunts are only released after you work hard for them. But they are cute nonetheless, low and pitch, but occasionally if you pinch his nipples or lightly slap his cock, a broken whine falls from his lips. But dont comment on the cute sounds, or he will bite his lip for the rest of the session just to spite you.

— The thought of "punishments" makes Sukuna laugh, so he doesn't technically get punished very often. Although, an easy way for him to fall into the subspace is through an intense amount of sickly sweet praise. He hates that being called a "good" or a "sweet" boy makes his head turn to mush.

— Like said before, he is pretty selfish in bed (lol). He wants the attention to be on him 24/7. He wants to be touched as much as possible and to have as much orgasms as he can. So, if you ask him to return the favor, he may grumble just a little bit before getting to his task. But you dont mind it too much, since his pouting is quite cute.

— Bondage is a surprising turn-on for Sukuna. You tied his arms and legs up one time and even put a blindfold on him, and instant lucky he was so turned that pre began to leak from his cock. It only happens on rare occasions, considering it is a little overwhelming for him, but the noises he lets out are beautiful.

Likes: bondage, praise (never admits it), overstimulation, nipple play, when you refer to him as "Lord Sukuna", making you do all the work.

Dislikes: degredation, giving head, exhibition, when you try to bring your sex roles into your day to day life, edging.

𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

— Nanami is a living, breathing service sub, and I will never change my mind about this. I think he incorporates it into your day-to-day life as well, whether it be preparing you a bath, cooking you food, or anything that will get him the "You are so sweet, Kento, I love you." that makes his cheeks twinge red.

— That being said, when you are the one pleasuring him, he gets all stiff and nervous. His body flushes a dark shade of red, and he squeezes his eyes shut while trying to hold back his small whimpers. It takes him a couple of minutes to relax because he enjoys the affection, but all the attention on him makes him slightly nervous.

— But the second he is kneeling in front of you with his head in between your thighs, he is as confident as ever. Although he keeps a straight face, whenever he hears your moans from his work, he swears if he had a tail, it would be wagging profusely. Nothing gets him more excited than hearing that he is pleasing you.

— Non-sexual submission is also something he practices at home with your approval. As said before, he will take on chores just to please you and often will kneel in front of you just so you can praise him. It makes all the stresses of his day-to-day life melt away when you treat him so kindly, and he will oftentimes fall asleep to you murmuring how good he is for you.

— Kento doesn't get punishments often because he never really deserves punishments. But, sometimes he will overwork himself, and when he comes home exhausted, you are the one to pamper him instead, which he finds incredibly embarrassing. Washing his hair for him in the bath and massaging his tight muscles always leaves him so confused because, on one hand, he loves it, but he also is asking to return the favor almost every second because it just feels unnatural to him.

— When he doesn't feel like having sex but is still feeling submissive, he will just kneel in front of you while you sit on the couch. It makes him feel comforted and safe, especially when you pet his hair. He usually doesn't talk much when he is in the subspace, so you have to guess his needs, considering he will always just follow what you say without a doubt in mind.

— He is also very intimate and wants everything to be done out of love. Soft touches are essential to him, and even just vanilla sex, most of the time, really does it for him. He just wants to show how much he loves and appreciates you all the time :(

Likes: praise, giving head, soft touches, gentle handjobs, kneeling, nonsexual submission, light objectification.

Dislikes: when the attention is on him completely, impact play, degradation, blindfolds, punishments

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

— In the bluntest way possible and exactly how almost everyone sees him, Toji is a massive brat. He is a kinda do what he wants type of man but then expects you to accommodate for his bratty behavior. Also would be really into being your sugar baby if you do have money.

— He is a top through and through, but he prefers you to ride him. Likes it when you choke him, too, makes him feel lightheaded and woozy while he gazes up at you with near hearts in his eyes.

— You find out pretty early on that he is into face-slapping. It was just in the spur of the moment when you struck him across the face when he tried to taunt you, and suddenly that man went eerily silent while he traced his burning cheek with wide eyes. You didn't ask before you did it again, and the second time, he had cum from the sensation.

— Likes his partners a little mean and harsh. It keeps it entertaining, and following a strict set of guidelines is incredibly difficult for him, so he often gets punished for it. But still, when the punishments get so bad that even he finds them unpleasurable, he will follow your rules (that sometimes lead into his daily life) without too much of a fuss.

— He doesn't make much noise, apart from his hisses of pain from punishments. His breaths do get quicker when he is close to orgasming, and a cracked whine may be let out when you overstimulate him. Other than that, he is relatively quiet, and instead, he shows that he is in pleasure by his eyes rolling back and his legs occasionally twitching. It's cute.

— Back to the mean partner thing, he does love degrading. When you say things so mean, he gulps and has to look away from the harshness of your stare. Toji likes to be called a variety of nicknames like whore, slut, dog, skum, and pathetic. And whenever he hears them, he just lets out a low laugh and shakes his head, but blood rushes straight to his groin.

— He doesn't want it to be super intimate unless he is in a deep, committed relationship with you. So, in the beginning, he may not want to kiss you that often or want to be held, but if/when he falls for you, you better give this man the best aftercare EVER!!!! He will engulf you in a hug and not let you go, whether you like it or not.

Likes: dedgredation, choking, riding him, spitting in his mouth, minimum bondage,.....breeding

Dislikes: anal play, sickly sweet praise, anything too romantic if you guys are in a new relationship

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎

— The universal token sub of the JJK fandom !!!! He is adorable and super well-behaved but a little bit needy. He wants to be loved and praised, pampered even. It's cute, though, and you dont mind spoiling him because he is well-behaved.

— He is very puppy-coded, but not in the way of how energetic he is, more so in the way he is constantly looking for your approval. Constantly asking if he is doing alright and if you feel good. But he also gets so shy and nervous no matter how many times you have done it. He just likes you so much he can't help but be embarrassed when his heart seems pounding out of his chest!

— Likes to be kissed a lot, everywhere if possible. Marking is a huge thing for him, and he will hundred percent whimper whenever you leave a hickey on him. But he can never wait to go to the bathroom afterward so that he can see all the places you marked him, wearing the biggest blush on his face but completely content. It shows that you love him, and the reassurance sends his head spinning.

— Choso also likes oral, both receiving and giving. Although he does have a preference of receiving just because whenever he sees you in between his legs, he thinks it is the hottest thing ever. And your mouth always does such wonderful things, so he can't help but grab onto your hair and moan out. But he is always excited to return to the favor and is very passionate about his "work."

— The curse is unbelievably loud. To the point where you were shocked when you first heard him and thought he was faking it. Because he isn't very talkative in everyday life so hearing his loud gasp and shaky whimpers every time you touch him is such a treat. Although he may wake the neighbors with how loud he moans when he cums…

— Which brings us to the use of gags! He both hates and loves them, but you find him the prettiest with drool rolling down his chin. The dark-haired man always tries to talk with one in his mouth, but it always comes out gargled and makes him cry from humiliation. But as long as you kiss him and reassure him that he looks very cute with it on, he won't whine too much.

— The mere idea of a punishment nearly sends him into a panic attack. The idea of you being upset with him for something makes him want to splutter out a handful of apologies until you forgive him. You can't even try to degrade him because it truly will make him cry and plead for you to let him get back in his good graces. So he always is on his best behavior, which is never hard for him.

Likes: Praise, hickies, gags, slight humiliation, "good boy", oral, blindfolds, and hanjobs while kissing

Dislikes: Punishments, degradation, impact play, overstimulation, neglect play

Nanami Kento, who enjoys it when you tug on his tie, forcing his mouth back to yours as you bounce frantically on his lap, chasing your high.

The same man who's impressive girth makes you feel utterly stuffed, stretching you to your absolute limits.

"That's it, my love," he always whispers, "Ride me just like that."

Nanami Kento, who can be gentle one minute, and the next, will throw you on your shared bed and fuck you senseless.

The same man whose hands grip your ass- spreading your cheeks as his tongue licks up and down your slit. That man who has his head between your legs for hours, making you cum so many times that your thighs shake and your toes curl- his mouth the perfect wet heat.

Nanami Kento, the one whose lips will be red and swollen when he emerges from between your legs, the same man who kisses you- the taste of your juices lingering on his tongue as he holds your face in his hands, the one whose fingers will caress your cheeks and whisper how much he loves the taste of you, "... Just like honey."

The same man who will fuck you until the sun rises- the one who will never stop until you cum so many times you pass out against his chest, his name the only word on your lips even as you slumber.

Nanami Kento, who without fail, always wakes up before you just so he can watch you sleep for a few moments before getting out of bed.

The same man who is still amazed that you're still here with him despite his dangerous occupation.

Nanami Kento, who makes you the perfect cup of coffee every morning. He spent weeks secretly learning your exact preference.

The same man who's frame curls protectively around you, his arms wrapping around your waist as he leans against the counter while you sip on your cup.

Nanami Kento, who keeps a small photo of you in his wallet. The same photo he takes out at times when he's in a mission, when he needs to ground himself and remember why he has to come back alive.

The same man whose eyes will always find yours, even in a crowd- the one who will always know when you need him and where.

Nanami Kento, who would give up everything he's built for himself just to live on a beach somewhere- anywhere- with you, his wife.

Personal Space

A/N: I saw art of Jayce invading personal space and realized that Jayce would have no concept of personal space. (Did you see the way that man laid his head in Mel's lap? The way he comforts Viktor?) Also please be gentle with me, this is my first Arcane/Jayce fic lol.

Summary: You really love your personal space, unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on how one looks at it, Jayce also really loves your personal space.

Warnings: Fluff, a little bit of angst. Jayce Talis has no sense of personal space. Kissing. Parties. Protective!Jayce.

Pairing: University!Jayce Talis x University!Reader

“It’s looking like it’s not going to be finished in time to show the professor…” Jayce grumbles to himself, looking up at the chalkboard full of equations and symbols that you don’t understand. 

You’re studying literature. Jayce is studying science. Opposites. Yet, you know what they say about opposites attracting. Like magnets. That’s you and Jayce. Though, you suppose Jayce probably wouldn’t understand that phrase unless it’s only referencing magnets. 

That’s the thing about the two of you. Before meeting Jayce, you couldn’t stand to let anyone in your personal space. You didn’t like people touching you but then this guy came along and it was obvious right from the start, he’s the touchy type. And suddenly, you found yourself not minding. 

“Look at this.” Jayce grabs you, pulling you in front of him so that his front is pressed up against your back. 

Gods, he’s so warm. You can’t help but lean against him as he rests one hand on your hip and then points to all the things on the chalkboard with the other, explaining every single point and fact to you. You have no idea what the hell he’s talking about, but it doesn’t matter. 

So much for personal space.

~*~

“Read to me.” Jayce walks into your dorm room late at night, finding you curled up in your bed, leaning against the wall, reading your book. 

Without an invite, he crawls into your bed and then rests his head in your lap, shutting his eyes. You can tell that he’s been in the lab all night by the way his body just slumps over your lap, his hand resting on your knee. 

“My roommate is sleeping.” You murmur, looking up at her across the room in her bed, her back turned to you as she faces the wall.

“She’s a heavy sleeper.” He shrugs.

You don’t say anything for a moment, earning a sigh from Jayce.

“Resa.” Jayce says your roommate’s name a little loudly.

Your head shoots up to your sleeping roommate’s form who hasn’t even so much as budged.

“See?” Jayce chuckles, glancing up at you slightly.

You let out a fake sigh, rolling your eyes and then start reading out loud. You get about a page in when Jayce pulls your free hand up into his hair, letting you know what he wants. Your fingers curl into his hair and start massaging his scalp. 

He lets out a soft groan and your hand pauses for a moment before he whispers. “Don’t stop… please.” 

You smile softly and start again, turning back to your book and starting to read out loud again. A few moments later, you hear soft snores. 

Later that night, as the two of you sleep, he has you pulled against him as he spoons you. You can’t help but think to yourself the next morning when you wake up before he does, who needs personal space?

~*~

Shelving books on the weekend at the library helps bring in a little bit of income for you to get by while at university. Sometimes, Jayce will come and keep you company while you do so. Which is how you find yourself in this situation.

“So, I was thinking we could leave from here and go straight to Claxle’s party once you’re off?” He gestures to the doors.

You give him a sour face.

“Don’t give me that face. Please.” He gives you a fake pout, making you roll your eyes.

“Don’t you give me that face.” You look down at the cart of books, trying to not give in.

At least not right away. 

Every time you pull books off the cart to put back onto the library shelves, he takes another step toward you, practically crowding you against the shelf.

Does he know he does this to you? Does he do it on purpose?

“I cannot think of anything I’d rather do less than go to Claxle Bogart’s party.” You whisper.

He chuckles. “Oh come on. The parties aren’t that bad.”

You raise your eyebrows in a “oh really?” Kind of way and he rolls his own eyes, leaning off the shelf and stepping closer toward you, forcing you to look up at him. It’s times like these when you’re reminded of how much bigger he is than you. 

“Jayce…” You sigh, your eyes looking up into warm amber eyes.

He sighs your name and it takes everything in you to not go weak in the knees. 

“I’m afraid I won’t be much fun. I just wanna go back to my room and read my book.” You murmur, pulling away to start shelving books again.

“That’s why we gotta loosen you up, sweetheart.” He teases you, grabbing your shoulders and forcing you to look into his eyes again. 

You can’t help but go warm at the nickname and at the begging eyes. Unfortunately, you know there’s no saying no to this man. You think he knows that, too.

~*~

There’s a band playing somewhere in the hall of this dorm that has the door open so the music can trail out throughout the party. This is definitely not your scene, but as Jayce guides you through a crowd of people, his hand on your lower back, you can’t help but lean into his side. When you look up at him, he’s just looking forward, unaware of the effect he has on you. 

“Do you want a drink?” He leans down, close to your ear.

The warmth of his breath sends goosebumps down your entire body. You nod, leaning against the wall, needing a moment to collect yourself. Watching as he disappears into one of the rooms, you look up at the ceiling, breathing deeply. The music still feels way too loud and you feel exposed.

The dress was Jayce’s idea. He had told you that you looked great and you thought maybe you could trace a hint of pink in his cheeks when he said it, but you’re not convinced that wasn’t just your brain hoping. 

You hear your name from an unfortunately familiar voice. 

“Claxle.” You sigh, rolling your head to look at the annoying host of the party.

He leans against the wall, invading your personal space in a way that feels absolutely wrong. This is way different than Jayce. Jayce’s presence is warm and sweet. This is cold and makes you feel like you’re being stared at by a predator. 

“You don’t normally come to my parties.” He takes a sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving you.

Your head turns toward the door that Jayce went in and you debate whether or not you should go find him. 

“Jayce convinced me.” You tell him.

“Talis, huh?” He smirks. “I always thought there was a little something something with you two. Then I figured maybe he was just using you to help him with his homework or something.”

You glare at Claxle. “Jayce is a scientist. I think he can manage his own homework. You know, speaking of, I think you’re the one who needs a tutor since you’ve not turned in an assignment to Professor Ulsa.” 

You give a polite and fake smile to let him know you’re done with the conversation. Unfortunately, Claxle gets a look in his eye as he looks you up and down.

“You do realize you’re wasting your time with Talis, right? Saw him cozying up with some blonde girl the other day anyway.” He smirks. 

“Okay.” You reply, refusing to give him any sort of reaction. 

Before Claxle can say anything else, Jayce finally makes his way back over, handing you a drink with a gentle “hey”. You smile up at him, ignoring the other guy. Claxle walks away without even acknowledging him. 

“What did Bogart want?” He asks. 

You shrug with an amused look. “To let me know I’m not your type and that you’re only friends with me so I can help you with school.” 

“What?” He glares, looking away into the crowd for Claxle. 

“Hey, it doesn’t matter.” You try to pull his attention back to you. 

Jayce’s gaze softens when he looks back down at you, nodding reluctantly. He’s normally so level headed, you’ve never seen him that worked up over something some jerk says.

“Let's get out of here.” He mumbles, taking your drink and sitting it down with his on a table so that he can grab your hand and lead you up the steps to the roof of the dormitory. 

He’s quiet for a while as he looks out over Piltover. 

“Jayce?” You tilt your head, watching as he’s leaning against the edge of the building.

He turns his head toward you and then slides his hand down to your hip, looking down at his own hand as he does so. This feels different than usual. 

“Why don’t you like me?” He murmurs, resting his forehead against yours. 

“What?” You ask, confused. “Of course I like-”

“No… that’s not what I-” He groans softly, clearly frustrated. “Claxle was wrong… you are my type.”

Oh.

“I am?” You can’t help but whisper, terrified that if you talk too loudly, this moment could be ruined or taken away from you. Or maybe you’re just too used to working in a quiet library.

“Of course you are.” He smiles that charming smile that makes your chest tighten. “I’ve only been flirting with you for the past two years.”

“Two years?” You ask, incredulous. “Why didn’t you say something sooner?”

He shrugs. “I’m shy?”

You playfully slug him and he laughs, pulling you closer against him. 

“I’ve been trying… I cuddle with you, I touch you…” He murmurs. 

“Jayce…” You shake your head, amused. “I thought that was just you being touchy.” 

“You didn’t notice I’m only that way when I’m with you?” He grins.

You shrug. “I guess not.”

“Will this help?” He asks, leaning down and brushing his soft pink lips against yours.

Finally, you think to yourself. 

His lips are just as soft as you’d thought they’d be. It seems like he’s been wanting to do this for just as long as you have.  

When he pulls away, you shake your head. “Need a little more help.” 

He chuckles against your lips before deepening the kiss, his hands eagerly finding your hips to hold you right where you are, holding onto you like you’re this man’s anchor. 

Yeah, you think, there is no personal space when it comes to Jayce Talis. 

And you’re absolutely fine with that.

Your voice...

🔞 Uraume getting off watching you and Sukuna having sex

I don't know what got into me, I get up with the URGE to write something about Uraume fantasizing about Sukuna's lover (fem!reader) and touching themselves while they are listening/watching them fucking so here we are I guess.

Content: smut 🔞, fem reader, voyeurism, masturbation (tried to keep Uraume gender neutral), rough sex, dirty talk, dub con (sex itself is consensual, but Uraume watches without permission.)

You were screaming so loud today. Uraume should have been used to it by now: Sukuna was always shameless, taking you anywhere anytime whenever he fancied, and he fancied a lot. Usually they would go by their day minding their own business, but lately they have been obsessed by the sound of your moans.

They didn’t know when it started exactly.

When they started paying active attention to the way you were whimpering in pleasure.

When they started to imagine how your face looked when you were fucked so roughly.

When they started to wish they could make you scream in ecstasy while they kiss your whole body.

Uraume leaned against the hallway wall, breathing deeply to calm their nerves. Their body felt so hot, so needy. They knew it was wrong, but was it their fault if once again you were fucking in the middle of the living room? Was it their fault if the squelching sound of your dripping pussy was so freaking loud and they could hear it beneath the noises of your skin slapping lustfully each time Sukuna pounded you?

- Oh fuck Kuna, you are so deep, fuck

You whined more lasciviously than usual, and your following groan of pleasure went straight to their crotch, making it throb as their mouth went dry. They wanted to look so badly. They slowly straighten their back, hesitating for a second before they start walking, passing by the wide-open door as if nothing happened and they were just crossing the corridor. Their eyes trailed discretely on the room, on you, as they walked, their pace tranquil and natural, their turmoil only betrayed by the way their first was clenched.

You didn’t seem to notice them, you were not facing the door and were very obviously focused on Sukuna's dick rearranging your guts, same was true for Sukuna, who was too enthralled by the way his hands were sinking into the flesh of your ass to pay attention to his surroundings. Still, they didn't dare drag more than necessary; this brief glimpse was enough to give them a full picture of the situation, making their heart pound faster.

As Uraume leaned against the wall on the other side of the door frame, they closed their eyes, the scene so vivid in their mind. The way you were trying so hard to not slouch as Sukuna was taking you on all fours directly on the ground, the beautiful curve of your back, the rocking of your heavy breast at each thrust, the way your sweat was sticking your hair on your neck, your lips parting to moan from the relentless pounding...

No amount of meditation could calm them now, their sex was throbbing so much, pulsating in rhythm with the delighted screams they could hear. Their hand trailed on their stomach grazing against their aching arousal through their cloth in order to ease the painful ache between their legs. They barely touched themselves, and yet they were already dripping, not registering any of the dirty banter that was going on until you started stuttering louder.

- I’m.. going to cum, I am going to cum!!!

Your ecstatic voice sent a jolt of pleasure through their body, trying not to moan as they started stroking themselves urgently gripping their robe desperately in their sloppy movement.

- No not yet, hold on a bit more

Sukuna's voice was as teasing and commanding as usual, and they felt grateful for the extra time suddenly desperate to cum in tandem with you. They messily lifted the hem of their robe so they could touch their sex directly with renewed vigor, intoxicated by how your moans were turning into hopless, lustful whines of frustration and bliss.

It was so hot, they couldn’t resist and peaked their head just slightly again through the door frame, getting a new glimpse at your face distorted in pure pleasure at the way you were scratching the floor, your whole body shaking as Sukuna fucked you hard, pulling your hair roughly to keep you steady.

They quickly leaned back on the wall, in fear of being caught, their fingers working desperately on their heat, their head light from how aroused they were.

- There, there, good girl, now you can cum, Sukuna said, his voice dripping with condescension, his own grunt of pleasure mixed with your screams, barely audible from how wild you were panting and moaning.

A whimper escaped Uraume lips as they finally came, ruining their underwear quite spectacularly while putting their free hands over their mouth to stop themselves from being too loud. Their body was so tensed, pressing the back of their head as hard as they could against the wall.

Their legs were shaking from the intensity of their orgasm as they finally let themselves slowly fall against the wall, trying to steady their ragged breath. They never felt so good in their entire life and so shameful at the same time.

- Such a good slut, you did so well for me, Sukuna praised the sounds of wet kisses filling the room, irking Uraume and getting them back on earth. Somehow, the sloppy, hungry sounds of your lips crashing against Sukuna’s with a blissful humming were making them more jealous than the whole debauchery they just witnessed.

Chasing the thought of their head, they hastily clean their hand on their clothes, standing up again while they tidy their robe to look decent, and walking away before they get caught, their heart pounding hard in their chest as your voice still echoed in their mind.

They were in so much trouble.

i need more bf armin if you can please🥹🥹

i’m such a hoe for this man so like

QUESTIONS WITH BF ARMIN 🎀

warnings: literally just gonna make you hate couples in love, i’m nauseous reading my own writing bc i want this so bad. a little suggestive but doesn’t get into it much

context: y/n, as armin’s lovely girlfriend, asks him a series of questions in her own little interview that she records on her phone.

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it was your average Tuesday night, and you with your ever so spontaneous ideas wanted to sit down with your boyfriend of 2 years— Armin, to put him to the test on a multitude of semi-serious but mostly ridiculous questions.

you take in a deep overdramatic sigh, staring at your boyfriend with a dead-set look in your eyes “so, armin.” you cross your arms in front of you as you sit criss cross apple sauce straddled in his lap, with a small stack of flash cards held in your hands. your phone was stood up by a box of paper tissues off to the side, showing both you and your boyfriend in the phone screen recording.

“yes, baby?” he answers you with a soft dazed smile, his pupils dilated staring at you intently, hands on your waist drawing small circles waiting for you to ask him the oh-so-serious questions, he shouldn’t be scared. after all, they’re just some questions, right?

you stare at him with a glare trying to look intimidating, “question one…” you trail off dramatically.

Armin stares at you with a stifled smile, trying to remain serious just for your sake and to make you happy for this little TikTok trend you want to participate in again. He leans slightly forward to place a small chaste kiss on your cheek.

“that was not part of the question, i told you to be serious.” you huff jokingly but he just smiles brightly up at you.

“i can’t help it, you’re right here in my reach and you’re just so- ugh..” he emphasizes with a fake swoon and a chuckle.

“okay, AGHEM-”

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question number 1:

“what pet names do you call me the most? n’ what’s the favorite name that I call you?” you say sweetly. your eyes bore into his awaiting his answers while clutching onto your flash cards.

his fingers lightly tapped the sides of your legs, occasionally tracing small circles dazedly as he thought about it.

“i call you baby the most. i dunno what else. there’s sweetheart, angel, honey. momm-” he trails before you cut him off and stare at the camera with wide eyes. you clear your throat slightly side eyeing the camera before returning your view to him and his stupidly adorable dazed smile.

“OKAY! and what’s your favorite name that i call you, minnie?” you ask him with a tilt of your head, reaching a hand out to play with the tufts of his blonde hair.

he huffs, softly dropping his head onto your chest while wrapping his arms around you tighter, squeezing gently.

“mmm, i like everything you call me. but i think that one time i was uh like panicky and stressed and you called me baby, my heart kinda j-just like.. skipped. ya know? like what are they called— heart palpitations? in that situation it just made me feel really good.” he tilts his head up at you, his chin propped up, slightly rambling.

in this moment he really just looked like the embodiment of the cutest golden retriever ever.

you smile at him, “you’re just adorable aren’t you?” he reacts to this with a small blush forming on his cheeks shaking his head side to side slightly.

“y/n/n you have to cut off some parts of this video. i ramble too much when it comes to you i just start rapid firing shit out like i’m rapping.”

“it’s for comedic purposes. shush.”

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question number 2:

“if you would rather have me with the personality of your ex, or your ex with my body. who would you choose to date? choose carefully and think about what you say before you say it.” you tease him.

his eyes widen slightly as if you had just asked him the most life threatening question ever (honestly to him it could be).

“w-well..” he buffers. he looks up at the ceiling in deep thought or as if it’s gonna have an answer written out on it.

“i would remain single until you return back to normal.” he nods, seemingly assured that his answer was the right one.

you stare blankly at him, then at the camera, then back to him. “the audience is going to have to decide on that one.” you assert.

at this armin’s eyebrows furrow confusedly and his arms wrap around you tighter. “w-what? baby i don’t have much to work with here for an answer.” he sasses.

“you could’ve just said you would- you could like- well in the sense that.. yeah you’re lowkey right.” you shrug sheepishly.

he rolls his eyes jokingly, “can i ask you a question now?”

“if this is another question like gay son or thot daughter im not answering it.”

he laughs slightly, “no no no. it’s something different.”

you nod for him to continue, “what is it then?”

“uhhh can we turn off the camera for this one?” he looks at the camera quickly before returning his eyes back to you.

your eyebrows raised at his shy question, his gaze adverting from you and staring down at your his shirt that you are wearing.

“whisper it to me.”

pst pst pst whisper whisper whisper

you stare blankly at him after pulling the side of your head away from his face with a rosy pink blush now surfacing on your cheeks.

“s-so you see.. i can not answer that…?” you buffer just as he did earlier.

he giggled softly at your confuzzled expression and he squeezed your leg gently with his hand.

“mm see how you can’t answer that one either, angel?” he grinned smugly tilting his chin up at you slightly.

“oh shut up.”

(news flash: he asked you what position he hits it best in 😸)

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question number 3:

you grab your phone, quickly clicking the .5 button as the phone camera zooms out in view, now causing armin in the view of the camera to look a bit—stretched?

he stares up at the camera, the angle making his puppy eyes just like that much larger and cuter in the process.

“can we not film me from this angle, baby? i don’t get to look at you properly with the phone in the way.” he huffs slightly.

“no.”

“yes ma’am.”

“anyways, next question and i want you to think about this in depth.” you nudge him

he hums along, “i’m listening.”

“what made you realize you loved me?” you ask him deeply.

this question causes armins mind to suddenly blank over a tad bit just to reminisce about the first moments he met you.

he stares up into the camera as you try and withhold a laugh at how stupidly cute the .5 angle is making him look.

flashback:

it was junior year of high school, and at your lovely age of 17.

the teacher was passing back the recent scores from your latest exams. high school was definitely hard but you always seemed to manage with your high grades, expectations, and your extremely competitive nature.

the only person who seemed to have always come close to you or beat you was Armin Arlert.

*insert sparkle noises here*

yeah, he was a little infuriating when it came to competitive aspects but his pretty face lets him get away with it—but definitely not when it comes to you right?

the teacher came around the corner and placed your paper upside down on the surface of your desk. feeling confident with the results, you flip it over to reveal the high score of 98 percent on the white parchment. with a giddy smile, you turn directly behind you in your chair to come face to face with Armin.

only to see him already staring directly at you with a dimpled smile.

“98. what did you get, arlert?” you boast to him while holding up your paper.

“really? i can’t believe it after your poor performance last time.” he teased still grinning at you.

“i got a 90 last time, that’s not even poor.” you roll your ey at him with your mouth slightly agape. “what did you get if you’re so smart?” you huff.

he hummed, his glasses shifting slightly down the bridge of his nose as he leaned slightly forward closer to you in his seat, “a 94, y/n/n.” however his paper remained flipped over and his forearm rested on top of it.

you glanced down at his desk where his veiny arms lay upon the paper, your tried to squint to see some type of number in red but his arms covered it.

you brushed this off, instead focusing on how you scored higher than him as an even bigger smile now appeared on your face. “hm, better catch up next time, arlert.” you nudge him.

“you already know i will, princess.” he nods as his he leaned his head on his left hand looking into your eyes.

you turn around in your seat and face back towards your desk as the school bell rings to signal the next period of the school day. “i’ll see you tomorrow, might wanna get back to studying a little more.”

you pack up your bags, proudly stuffing the 98% exam in your bag. zipping up your backup, you smile, happily leaving the classroom oblivious to Armin’s lovingly proud gaze, as well as his now-flipped-over exam on his desk that revealed a 100%.

flashback over

armin looked up into your eyes with you still in his lap, disregarding the camera shoved into his face.

“i think the moment i realized i would do anything to make you happy, even lie and make myself look worse, is when i just knew i would do absolutely anything for you.” he gushed.

“like you didn’t even know i lied about half my scores until like a year ago. i just loved seeing you smile because you’re so just— ahh.” he hums as he throws his head back slightly and dramatically with a toothy grin.

you cup his cheeks in your hands as you trail your eyes over all his features. “i’m honored that if anyone was my academic rival, it was you, blondie.”

“oh stop it.” he gushed. “but yeah, i just knew when i just felt that weird feeling in my chest every time i saw you happy.”

your heart felt as if it was going to explode, sure you’ve been with armin for a solid 2 years. but this has never really ever been brought up.

“and i also realized when i had the urge to throw jean against a wall when he was flirting with you.”

“okay well atleast chivalry isn’t dead.” you sigh, armin laughs before reaching up slightly to place a gentle peck on your lips.

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let’s just say the peck led to other things because your lips now were noticeably swollen and your hair was messy from armin’s hands running through it.

you pick up your phone camera that was absentmindedly discarded when the two of your guys’ small peck definitely did NOT escalate into a make-out session **blame armin.

“so g-guys.” you take a second to collect your breath. “that’s some questions that my boyfriend answered. this definitely will get me banned if i post all the clips but they will be edited so..” you glance at armin who drags his eyes from up and down your body.

“yeah. i gotta go.” you quickly blurt before clicking the end record button then immediately drop your phone back onto the couch, crawling back into armin’s lap and continuing where you left off.

“love you, love you, love you.” armin mumbles against your lips, clutching his arms tighter around your middle.

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notes —

hi guys!! lets just pretend it hasn’t been 2 months since i last posted. i’m reading requests and im gonna try and put out as much as i can before spring break ends. thank you for all the love and support <3

also armin as a hot nerd is just everything i’ll ever need.

am i crazy if i say that i think caitlyn is doing the knee thing in this clip and that’s why vi goes on her tippy toes…. vi’s face? it sounds like there’s a little breathy moan (i might just be delusional)? the way caitlyn’s foot lifts up? if you watch it slower it’s easier to see but she’s definitely doing the knee thing to vi.

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.

in another timeline, they got to grow old together

satoru "you can take it, i'll make it fit" gojo turns into satoru "i can't take it, it's too much, you're gonna fuckin' break me baby" gojo when you're the one pegging him