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aerynwrites · 2 years

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Satisfaction

Jayce Talis x Female!Reader

A/N: I FINALLY have en excuse to use a shirtless Jayce Gif 😍 so enjoy Bc I’m sorry but that man didn’t get enough shirtless time 🤣 anyways. Hope you all enjoy!

Synopsis: When a night of you and Jayce hanging out with Caitlyn and Vi reveals that you’ve never had an orgasm before, Jayce makes it his mission to correct that.

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY! Smut, nsfw content. female reader, she/her/hers pronouns, reader is referred to as “lady” a couple times, Multiple orgasms, oral (f! Receiving), PiV sex, first orgasm(?), very slight praise kink, creampie (wrap it before you tap it folks, this is fiction lol), aftercare, fluff.

Let me know if I missed any tags!!

*no proofreading back up was used. So apologize for any errors!*

The apartment's living room is filled with warm light and laughter, the sun having set several hours ago and the alcohol flowing steadily.

Caitlyn and Vi had officially moved in together a few weeks ago and have been trying to get you, Jayce, and Viktor over for a housewarming party as Caitlyn called it.

You and Jayce had finally found a weekend, but Viktor was unable to join due to visiting his mother. So Vi had insisted the plans continue anyways since it’s been so long.

So that’s where you are now, seated on the plush carpet in the women's living room, giggles and raucous laughter coming from all of you. The night had dissolved from casual conversation to storytelling, to going around and playing a version of truth or drink.

The questions had started out innocent. What’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever done, the worst relationship, and so on. If someone didn’t want to answer then they would take a sip of their drink.

However, the game didn’t stay innocent for long. Everyone was a little buzzed from the alcohol and with this company…you didn’t expect the questions to stay that way.

It was Vi’s turn now and if the shit eating grin on her face was anything to go by, you all were in for a good one.

The pink haired woman leans back on her hands, legs crossed casually in front of her.

“Best orgasm you’ve ever had.” She says, absolutely confident in her request.

The question catches most of the group off guard, but Caitlyn and Jayce quickly recover and you just listen with an entertained smile on your face.

Caitlyn reveals that her best was, of course, with Vi. A sentiment shared by the pink haired woman.

When it’s Jayce’s turn you can’t stop the way your face burns as he says that you gave him his - he kindly spares the details.

So when it comes to you, you shake your head and take a sip of your drink.

Everyone In the circle groans, even Jayce who gives you a faux wounded look.

“Come on!” Vi huffs, clearly agitated by the curiosity eating at her about why you won’t share your own story. “We all told ours!”

Caitlyn nods. “It only seems fair.” She says, sending you a teasing grin.

“Ugh, fine.” You relent, rolling your eyes. “I drank because I don’t have a story to tell.” You say simply, swirling the wine around in your glass.

Silence follows your revelation and you don’t move to break it. You used to be ashamed of the fact you’ve never had an orgasm, but over the years you’ve just…accepted it. The sex was never bad, and you just started to assume that maybe you couldn’t have one. But you still can’t help but cast a wary look at Jayce, who just looks confused.

“Wait, hold on.” Vi sits up ramrod straight. “You’ve never had one?”

You shake your head.

“Like never, ever?”

A small laugh bubbles from your chest. “No, Vi. Never.”

She scoffs in disbelief. “And that doesn’t…bother you?”

You shrug again, this question causing your gaze to fall to the floor and fiddle with a stray carpet fiber.

“It used to, but no…not anymore. It’s not like it makes sex un-enjoyable, and I could never get myself off either so…I just thought I could never have one.”

At this Vi huffs, and your own eyes widen when she reaches over and lands an overly hard punch to Jayce’s shoulder.

That woman really doesn’t know her own strength.

“Ow!” Jayce cries, one hand coming up to cover the accosted shoulder. “What was that for?” He asks, disbelief lacing his words.

“What was that-?” Vi gestures violently to you. “For not satisfying your lady, that’s what!”

She bursts into laughter as she falls onto her back, positively howling in amusement. “Who would have thought that Golden Boy, Jayce Talis can’t even make his partner cu-“

“Hey!” Jayce cuts her off, and you don’t miss the way his cheeks have darkened with a warm blush. “That’s not- I didn’t even-“

Vi raises a hand above her head, fingers moving like a hand puppet as she mimics Jayce. “I-I didn’t even - I can’t-“

She sits up again, resting casually back on her hands as she smirks at Jayce.

“Just admit it, Talis. It’s okay, really-“

Jayce looks ready to bust, steam metaphorically pouring from his ears.

“I'm not going to admit to anything-“

Vi turns to you, cutting Jayce off yet again as she sends you a wink.

“If pretty boy over here isn’t performing I can always lend a hand-“

“Violet!” Caitlyn explains, smacking her girlfriends shoulder playfully, a smile of her own on her face.

Vi puts her hands up in mock surrender and you can’t stop the giggles that have been pouring nonstop from your lips.

“Alright, alright.” The woman relents, before turning her eyes to you again. “Just remember that offer is still there-“

“Okay that’s it.” Jayce huffs and stands from his seat on the floor next to you, reaching for your hand to pull you up with him. “We’re leaving.”

You hear Vi call after him as he heads to the door, only stopping long enough for you to grab your things, sending him a questioning look the whole time.

“And where are you going? We were just having fun, I didn’t mean it!” You think you see a flicker of regret on Vi’s face as Jayce ushers you out the door.

But you watch as it quickly melts into a smirk at Jayce’s statement just before he closes the door.

“I’m going to satisfy my girlfriend!”

The door shuts with a final bang as Jayce leads the way back to your apartment down the street, silence permitting the air between you.

“Are you okay, Jayce? I’m sorry if that bothered you. I didn’t think…I didn’t think it mattered.” You say, worried that you’ve somehow upset the man next to you.

“Of course it matters!” Jayce says, voice loud on the otherwise quiet street, and you instinctively reach out To take his hand in yours, an action that calms his obviously perturbed mind.

He squeezes your hand. “Of course it matters. You should…” he shakes his head. “I feel so stupid for not noticing before.”

You shrug, but not in a dismissive way, just in a matter of fact way. “It’s not your fault Jayce.” You tell him, a teasing smile coming to your face as he looks at you. “I’ve become kind of an expert at faking it over the years.”

His brows furrow as you both reach your apartment building and begin the last stretch towards your unit.

“You shouldn’t have to do that.” He says gently once you reach the door.

You quickly unlock the door, avoiding his gaze as you both enter the small home. “It’s fine, Jayce. The sex is still good, great actually.” You say, setting your purse on the side table as you continue. “It doesn’t matter-“

“Will you stop saying that?” Jayce says, finally making you look at him as he places firm hands on your upper arms.

You sigh and lean against the door. “It’s the truth though-“

Jayce cuts you off, leaning in just a little bit more.

“Have you ever felt unsatisfied after we have sex?”

His question is blunt, and you find yourself wanting to give an automatic response. But this whole situation seems to really bother him, and you feel the practiced response die on your tongue.

“I mean, sometimes I guess. But not because of you. Please, understand that.” You admit, heat bubbling to your cheeks again.

Gentle hands come up to cradle your face as Jayce gazes at you, nothing but love and adoration swimming in hazel eyes.

“At least let me try?” His request is quiet, whispered into the air between you, and so delicate you can’t find it in you to refuse.

Not that you’d want to. You basically have a man begging to do whatever it takes to satisfy you. Who would turn that down?

You smile, finding yourself enamored once more with the gentleman that is Jayce Talis, and nod.

“Give it your best shot, Golden Boy.”

The only response you get is warm lips crashing into your own. The kiss is firm, full of heat and desperation, as hands begin to wander.

Jayce pulls away entirely too soon, and you move to pull him back to you. However, before you can, you feel your feet leave the ground as you are lifted into his arms bridal style.

“Jayce, what are you doing?” You giggle, smiling as he walks you both towards your shared bedroom.

“Giving you the royal treatment.” He teases, setting you gently on the bed once he’s there.

Once he steps away from you, you quickly move to kick off your shoes, and go to remove the rest of your clothes as well.

But before you can do much as lift your shirt over your head, two familiar hands wrap softly around your wrists, stopping you in your tracks.

“Let me?”

Jayce looks at you reverently, crawling onto the bed between your legs when you nod your permission.

He sits on his knees between your legs as his hands replace your own on your shirt. Slowly, much slower than you anticipated, he lifts it higher. His knuckles brush lightly across the skin he exposes, leaving goosebumps in their wake until he finally lifts the garment over your head, dropping it off the side of the bed.

Then, he pulls his own shirt off before letting his hands fall to your hips. You lift them from the bed slightly, expecting him to rid you of your pants next, but he only presses you back into the mattress firmly.

You send him a questioning look, but he doesn’t see it as he dips down to press a feather-light kiss just above your waistband.

He doesn’t stop there.

Up and up he goes, pressing warm lips to every inch of exposed skin. To your hip, then just below your navel, then further up to your ribs.

He leaves slightly wet kisses behind as he continues, causing the cool air to feel frigid against the places he lavishes attention to, making a shiver run up your spine.

Your eyes flutter closed when he noses the bottom of your bra before skipping it completely to leave even more kisses to the swell of your breasts, his lips soft in contrast to the delicate tug of his teeth.

“Jayce…” his name is drawn out on your tongue, impatience building as he travels up further, nipping at your collarbone.

You tilt your head back subconsciously, baring even more skin to him as his lips trail up your neck before he worries the delicate skin between his teeth.

He must hear your silent plea, because while he doesn’t stop his journey, he at least slides a hand beneath you, expertly undoing the clasps of your bra and tossing it to the side.

“I think…” He rumbles against your skin, “That you’re so focused on the sex, you forget the buildup is the best part.”

He dips back down, retracing his earlier steps.

“The anticipation.” Lips ghost over your collarbone.

“The excitement.” Lower now, teeth grazing the top of your breast again.

“The exhilaration.”

Finally, he takes a stiff bud between his lips, his tongue feels molten hot over your already heated skin and you can’t stop the way you arch into his mouth, body seeking more.

Your hands finally let go of the sheets and instead reach up to thread your fingers through his hair, holding him to you. Sighs of pleasure slip from your lips, begging for more without words, a silent language Jayce has always been good at understanding.

He switches to give attention to the other breast, rolling the stiff peak between his teeth before releasing it completely.

Your whine of protest is cut short as he silences you with a kiss, his lips warm and wet and so inviting you melt into him, barely aware of his fingers ghosting across the waistband of your pants.

Expertly, he thumbs open the button closure and swiftly pulls the zipper down, and you need no more encouragement to assist him. You silently lift your hips, allowing him to pull the last of your clothing off your legs, never breaking the kiss.

Your hands slide to cradle his cheeks, ready to tell him he’s wearing way too many clothes. But before you can speak he’s pulling away from you, once again trailing delightfully warm lips down your neck, over your chest and tummy, then lower until his lips ghost over the crux of your thigh.

“Fuck, Jayce, will you stop teasing?” Your words are bordering on whiny, but you don’t even care. You’re aching, it feels like your core is burning and you know beyond a doubt you’re already wet just from him touching you like that. Kissing you like that.

Mercifully, he relents immediately, and it feels like whiplash with the way the pace changes.

One moment you can barely feel his hot breath against you and the next your fingers are diving into his hair as he presses his tongue against you.

The moan he lets out is sinful, and the way his arm wraps around your thigh to hold you in place is enough to make pleasure shoot through you.

He knows exactly what you like, having done this plenty of times. But it still blows you away just how much he’s mastered it.

Slow deliberate strokes against your clit before dipping back down to press into your entrance. His nose bumps against your bundle of nerves as he all but devours you, pulling you closer and pressing deeper until you’re sure he can’t breathe.

You feel that familiar coil begin to form in your belly, low and deep. You feel this every time you and Jayce have slept together, but it never goes beyond this. You never thought it could. It feels good, but you also want more, a feeling you’ve never been able to achieve. And you think this time will be the same.

But it feels different, like it’s building easier and faster. And when he adds a finger, slowly sliding it in and curling just so, it’s like lightning shoots through your veins.

His name falls from your lips in a stilted prayer, barely audible with the way it’s whispered into the air.

It’s not long before he adds a second finger, and this time when he curls them, as If beckoning you closer, he brushes up something devastating.

The breath is stolen from your lungs as heat blooms in your core, that coil pulling so taut that you think something is wrong. It’s both exhilarating and overwhelming at the same time, and you try to tell Jayce this, pushing at his head weakly. But he only murmurs whispered praises against you so low you can barely understand him.

“You can do it, just let go. I want to taste you so bad…”

His words and fingers brushing up against you are like flames held to a rope. The tension in your belly snaps in half, both ends frayed by the fire Jayce created as utter euphoria washes over you like a tidal wave.

It’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before.

It’s too much and just enough at the same time. Your eyes clench shut and your hands fist in Jayce’s locks so tight you're surprised you don’t rip any out.

Your chest heaves as you slowly float down, warm hands there to greet you as you do so. They run up your thighs, over your belly before settling at your ribs, thumbs rubbing soothing patterns.

“You okay?” He asks, eyes shining as he looks you over.

When all you give him is a lazy nod he smiles.

“I really hope you didn’t fake that one.” He teases, leaning up to press a kiss to your jaw.

Your head shifts side to side weakly as you shake your head, hands shaking just slightly as you reach down to rest them over Jayce’s.

“Definitely didn’t fake it.” You tell him, trying to calm your breathing.

You furrow your brow as Jayce slowly crawls up so his face is level with yours, gently pressing his lips to yours before peppering kisses along your cheeks.

“If I had any idea It’d feel like that I would have said something sooner.” You joke, hands coming up to cup his cheeks in your hands pulling him into another kiss.

Jayce happily obliges, resting on his forearms beside your head. This kiss is much slower than the ones shared earlier in the evening. It’s slow, no rush to your actions as you just drink each other in.

Taking this moment as you continue to come down from your high, you pull Jayce closer. Relishing in the warmth of his chest pressing against your own and the pleasant scratch of stubble against your palms.

Finally though, Jayce breaks away but doesn’t leave you completely.

“You think you can keep going?” His lips brush against yours as he speaks, warm breath ghosting over your skin.

This is completely new territory for you. You’re exhausted, could roll over and go to sleep right now. But the temptation of feeling that again wins out. That and the fact that you can’t very well leave the man you love hanging. Especially not after he made you see stars.

You nod, smiling up at him before pressing a quick kiss to his cheek.

“Yeah, I think so. I mean - I’d like to try.”

“Good.” His voice is but a whisper as he places one last peck to the underside of your jaw before sitting up to work on his pants. “I’m gonna take care of you.”

You know he means them, but you don’t want there to be any doubt about your past encounters. So you sit up with him, hands falling to cover his own stilling his movements.

Hazel eyes meet yours, a slight question swimming in his gaze, but he stays silent allowing you to speak.

“You always take care of me Jayce,” you tell him, words filled with conviction. “I never doubted for a second that you didn’t care for me or love me.”

He nods, hands coming up to cups your cheeks. His thumbs brush softly against your skin and you instinctively lean into his touch.

“I do love you. So much. So just…let me show you?”

Once again you find yourself unable to deny him, chest filled with warmth at his words.

Quickly, Jayce rids himself of his remaining clothes and settles between your thighs, seeking your lips once more. He moves languidly against you, tongue pressing against your lips until you happily grant him access. His breath mingles with yours as you both fill your lungs between kisses, barely getting enough oxygen in your desperation for one another.

Nimble fingers travel down your sides and over your belly before sliding lower. The jerk of your hips as calloused pads brush your clit is what finally breaks the kiss. Sparks of electricity burst beneath your skin at the sensation, the feeling exponentially more euphoric than before.

It’s overwhelming, and over sensitive, and you instinctively want to pull away…but your mouth moves before your hands are able. Pleading moans saying the opposite of what you thought you’d want.

“Jayce, please…” Hands resting on his shoulders, you pull him closer, head falling back into the pillow as he trails his lips down over your jaw.

A breathy chuckle leaves him, hot breath washing over dewy skin. “Patience, babe,” he murmurs, tongue laving over your jugular. “I promise it’s worth it.”

You huff, fingers digging into his skin, nails sure to leave marks behind for later. Pressing your hips up into his own, a shudder runs through you as his cock slips through your slicks folds.

“I’ve waited long enough.” You whine, unashamed to beg. “Please, Jayce.”

Whether it was the brief contact or your out of character begging, Jayce gives in to you, smiling against your skin. One hand slides up to remove one of yours from his shoulder, intertwining his fingers with your own and pressing it into the mattress next to your head.

A gentle kiss, pressed to the corner of your lips, and a warm hand against your hip keep you grounded as he presses forward, stretching you out slowly. His lips swallow your moans and your hand grips his tightly against the onslaught of pleasure that burns in your core.

“Fuck.” the word is huffed out against your lips as Jayce’s hips meet your own. “You feel so good - always feel so good.”

Keening at his words you press up against him, urging him to move. You swallow past the air struggling to get into your lungs and thread your free hand into the cropped locks at the base of his skull.

“ s’ good Jayce.” the words are moaned against his ear as hid head falls to your shoulder. “So big, fuck. P-please move, Jayce, please-”

The answer you receive is physical, the feeling of emptiness as he pulls out of you before thrusting back in with one fluid motion.

He sets a steady pace from there. Thrusts firm and deep, making your already sensitive nerves sing as he drives you towards the peak once more.

Breathy moans and groans of pleasure are whispered against glistening skin as you pull him closer, fingers digging into his shoulders desperately.

Heat pools in your belly as he ruts into you, and just when you think it can’t get any better, Jayce proves you wrong once again.

Sliding his free arm beneath your hips, he pulls your body flush against him, creating a new angle that has him brushing up against that spot inside you that has you seeing stars.

“There, right there - oh shit.” The words fall from your lips with abandon, praises and pleas for more followed by his name.

Finally, he pulls away from your shoulder to look down at you. His normally well styled hair is disheveled now, errant strands falling beside his temples and stick to the sweat that coats his skin.

He looks almost ethereal above you. Out of breath and disheveled and chasing your pleasure.

The sight alone is enough for fire to rush through your veins. And with each expert stroke of him within you pulls the coil in your belly coils tighter.

But you need more somehow.

His hips start to stutter, and you know he’s close, but you watch him physically hold back, the tendons in his neck straining as he fights with himself.

“I’m close, I-I’m so close but-“ he curses under his breath, his hand squeezing yours tightly. “What do you need? What can I-“

The whine you let out is high pitched, and if you were in any other situation, you’d probably be embarrassed. But right now, you can’t find it in you to care.

“Touch me, please, Jayce.” You gasp out.

He obeys.

Releasing your hand he reaches down, pressing two fingers to your clit to trace right circles against you.

That’s the final push you need to send you tumbling over the edge head first. It crashes over you with an intensity you didn’t experience with your previous orgasm. This one is amplified, like a pleasurable tingle licking beneath your skin as you chant Jayce’s name like a erotic prayer.

Jayce reaches his own end as yours washes through you. The feeling of your warm walls clenching around him as your release coats his cock is enough to usher in his own euphoria.

The moan he lets out is sinful, low and deep as it pushes from within his chest. He spends himself inside you, hips pressed snugly against your own as he collapses on top of you.

His name is still on your lips as his weight settles on top of you, pressing you into the mattress and cocooning you in a comforting warmth as you both bathe in post-orgasmic bliss.

Your hands run mindlessly up and down his back, fingers soothing the crescent indentations your nails left behind.

“I love you.” You finally manage to say, breaking the silence.

You can feel Jayce smile against the skin of your neck, his nose nudging just below your ear as he presses soft lips to your jaw.

“Is that you or the orgasm talking?”

The sound of your hand hitting his back playfully is loud in the otherwise soft quiet of the room, followed soon after by Jayce’s gentle laughter.

His body shakes against you with his actions and you can’t help but smile.

“It was me, you goof.”

Despite your teasing, you reach up to take his face in your hands, directing him to look at you. You are silent as you study him, taking in the adorable way his brows tug together as he waits for you to say or do something.

“I mean it.” You say softly. “Thank you. For taking care of me.”

The smile he gives you is soft, a barely there tug of his lips upwards. Yet somehow it means more than the award winning smile you see so often on stage.

Leaning down, he presses a few quick pecks to your lips before resting his forehead against your own.

“Anything for you.” He says, breath warm against your cheek. “I love you too.”

Nothing else is said for several blissful moments, both of you relishing in the warmth of the others embrace.

Finally though, you shift against him, cringing when he slips out of you.

“As much as I really want to just fall asleep right now…” You reach up and brush a stray hair from his forehead. “I think we need to shower. And change the sheets.”

Jayce lets out a petulant groan, but eventually agrees. Begrudgingly.

You giggle as he shuffles off of you, helping you stand once he finds his own feet. He even lets out a laugh of his own as you struggle to steady yourself on wobbly legs.

“That good huh?”

You smack his shoulder, smile still on your face.

“Oh, hush.” You chastise lightly. “I never should have agreed to this. Now your ego is gonna get even bigger than it already is.”

Jayce scoffs as he leads you towards the bathroom, quickly turning on the shower before turning back to you.

He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer to him, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“Well I did just give you the best orgasm of your life-“

“Those were my only ones!” You argue. “Don’t really have anything else to compare it to.”

His eyes twinkle with mischief.

“Then I guess I’ll just have to give you some more experiences. You know, to compare.”

The laugh you let out echoes around the room as you enter the now steaming shower, Jayce not far behind.

“You’re terrible.”

Jayce just hums, lathering soap in his hands before running them over your shoulders, fingers massaging the muscles gently.

“You know you love me.” He says, pressing a quick peck to your neck before returning to his work, hands sliding over your arms now.

You smile.

“I do.” Turning in his arms you wrap your arms around his neck, standing on your tiptoes to be eye level with him. “I love you, Jayce Talis.”

Then, his lips meet yours. And it’s all the response you need.

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fairy-writes · 2 years

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Hey Fairy! Could you please write an angsty Viktor x Reader one shot? Anything you want as long as it’s centered around Viktor and will make me cry works! Thank you!!!!

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WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Requester: Anonymous

Fandom(s): Arcane: League of Legends (2021)

Pairing(s): Viktor x Gender Neutral!Reader

Genre(s): ANGST

Notes: Jayce x Reader is mentioned.

Based on the title of the song of the same name from the Arcane soundtrack.

Request: Hey, Fairy! Could you please write an angsty Viktor x Reader one shot? Anything you want, as long as it’s centered around Viktor and will make me cry, works! Thank you!!!!-🪐

HELLO SATURN LOVELY! I was super inspired by this, so I got it out pretty soon instead of doing my homework, lol!

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Viktor always prided himself on keeping a rein on his emotions. He never really got upset unless someone was actively trying to sabotage his work. Even when his parents died, he wasn’t really all that sad. He had just stood there, numb, while their coffins were lowered into the ground. The only time he really, honestly cried was when his childhood friend Sky had died.

He never got angry, sure he was passionate about things, but that didn’t really count.

But everything changed when he met you.

He became emotional. Reckless with his feelings. Especially as he fell in love.

You were brought on as a secretary as Hextech became increasingly more popular. You filtered out junk mail and spam and made appointments with potential business partners with the council.

You also made an effort to get to know him. Like actually know him. You asked about his inventions, tried to understand, and even offered to go out and get coffee when you both had nothing to do. It wasn’t often, but enough for him to consider you a friend.

But Viktor wanted to be more. He wanted to be the person to make you happy. He wanted to wake up by your side every morning. He wanted to love you.

Which is why it hurt him so much to see you walk down the aisle.

He was seated in the congregation, your father walking you down the aisle towards Jayce, who looked two seconds away from tears as he took in your appearance for the first time—the both of you were dressed in all white, and you looked beautiful. You didn’t have bridesmaids or groomsmen, just the two of you and the minister up the small stairs. You joined your lover at the altar, and the minister began the vows. Viktor had to look away as you kissed Jayce, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him close.

Yours and Jayce’s relationship began as something tiny. Long talks when Jayce should’ve been working. Late nights where Jayce would walk you home. Viktor felt like he was intruding, so he let you be and didn’t bother you. But soon, the relationship blossomed. Jayce’s hand at the small of your back. You leaning your head on his shoulder. A kiss to your cheek as the two of you began dating.

Of course, you would bring them lunch and stay to chat with them both. You would still take Viktor out to coffee when he got frustrated. But you were very clearly Jayce’s lover.

The reception was small, with only close friends and family attending. It was snowing outside, so everything was holiday themed. You had your holiday aspects, and Jayce had his. Viktor felt his heart break as he watched you cut the cake, smushing Jayce’s face into a slice, and everyone laughed. He forced a dry chuckle but knew it was fake.

Viktor knew he should be happy, that he should be genuinely congratulating you and his best friend. But no matter what he did, he couldn’t bring himself to be in a genuine mood.

And that killed him.

He hated it—this feeling. This self-pity. This loathing. This—

“Viktor!”

He turned and immediately found himself smiling.

There you were, swathed in a pristine white and looking like an angel. You held two plates of cake in your hand, smiling that smile that made his heart flip jumping jacks in his chest.

“Hello.” He said softly, and your smile widened,

“Are you enjoying yourself?” You asked, and he forced himself to nod. Then, you offered him one of the slices you carried and took a seat at one of the tables. He joined you. It was clear you wanted to talk to him.

The cake was delicious, and he used that as an excuse to forget his self-loathing. As you began to speak, instead, he focused on the soft, fluffy, creamy dessert. But he found himself unable to concentrate, so he put it down and turned his attention to you.

“—I’m so glad you were able to come! Jayce seriously debated making you his best man, you know. But, of course, that was before deciding not to do bridesmaids and groomsmen.” You said, talking in that quick tone you always spoke in when you got excited.

Viktor forced another smile and hoped it looked genuine enough to fool you.

“I’m honored. Truly, thank you for inviting me.” He said, and you set a hand on his arm. His heart pumped pollen, and firelights fluttered in his veins as he tried not to shiver at your touch.

“Of course, we would invite you! You’re our best friend!” You said in surprise.

Best friend. That’s all he was to you.

Oh, how he wondered how things would’ve been if you loved him as he loved you.

What could have been.

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thedreamlessnights · 1 year

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OMG #2 for the smut prompts with Jayce pretty please? 🥺❤️

SARAH!! THANK YOU FOR THE PROMPT AAAA - possessive Jayce makes my brain melt. Sorry for any mistakes or weird formatting - I’m away from home and therefore my laptop 😭

“I’m not sharing you with anybody. You’re mine, and mine only, and I’m going to make you remember that.”

Only Yours || Jayce x GN!Reader || NSFW ||

Warnings: Possessive Jayce. Fingering and unprotected, rough sex. Bruising, biting, and leaving marks. Jayce pinning your wrists to the wall with his hand. A good amount of praise, along with some mentions of drunkenness and brief sexual harassment, jealousy, and Jayce shoving someone.

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Jayce’s hand feels like fire on your back.

The flame doesn’t pain you, but it burns. Sears through the fabric of your outfit, radiates heat into you to contrast the bitter chill of the air. And all night long, he keeps it there, his gaze hardening just the slightest at the edges. The barest indication of what sits beneath, what’s fueling the scorching emotion that he’s trying his best to hide.

Jealousy.

People have been staring at you all night. Jayce knows this, because Jayce has eyes, and subtlety is lost on Piltover. Especially during the parties, when the aroma of a hundred people - drunk out of their minds - floods through the room like a hazardous gas. It makes it hard to breathe. Jayce does, too.

Because when the first stranger comes stumbling up to you to tell you how nice you look (though, in much less polite phrasing), there goes Jayce’s hand. Reaching around you, placing itself on the small of your back. Giving a polite smile and excusing the two of you, but he’s fuming.

Not at you, of course. But fuming, nonetheless.

He needn’t worry. Not when it’s him. Not when you love him the way you do. But Jayce is a world-class master of anxiety, and you can see it in the rigid smile that fades more and more. He’s worried that you might take one of them up on their offer; that you might be tempted by the forbidden fruit.

“Jayce,” you want to say, “can’t you see that they’re all rotten?”

Jayce, for as smart as he is, can’t ever seem to see what you see. He pictures a shiny skin for them, the enticing, sweet smell of the Piltovian apple. He pictures you taking a bite, and never returning.

You know that a single bite will show the truth - a crumbling, decaying thing, insides writhing with worms. This is how they all are, save few.

But Jayce is so much more. There is no force, rotten or ambrosial, that could ever tempt you away from him. One day, you’re determined to make him know that. For now, you rest your hand atop his, rubbing reassuring movements into his fingers.

I’m yours, you think. Always.

He can’t read your mind, but he softens a little at your touch. His shoulders go slack, tension bleeds from his jaw, and he manages to relax enough to give you a little smile.

“I’m gonna get us some drinks, okay?” he says.

His words are met with a short nod before he leaves. Watching him weave through the crowd gives you just the opportunity to admire his frame; the broadness of his shoulders, the line of his jaw, the five o’clock shadow that’s already appeared - even though you know for a fact he’d shaved this morning.

All would be well, if not for the tall blond stumbling toward you. Reaching out to grip your shoulder, he pulls you near him with an almost-painful grip.

His breath, hot and rancid, smells of cigars and Noxian wine. Even when you recoil and fight the urge to gag, he’s too drunk to notice.

“Wannna… get out of herre?” he slurs, tugging at your hair.

You step away, but the stranger just slinks to the side and grabs you again.

“Come on babyy,” he snorts. “I know you want itt. Prac - prac’ly begging. For it. Want it so bad.”

Jayce knows what’s happening the moment he returns - carrying both of your drinks in one hand, eyes flicking between you and the stranger.

All too easily - as if he’s picking up a puppy by the scruff of its neck - he grips the man by his collar and yanks him back, shoving him to the side. The drinks only spill a drop, nearly invisible if you hadn’t been staring directly at his hands.

“Get the hell out of here before I have you put in Stillwater,” Jayce says.

The moment bleeds as if cut straight through. The air becomes thick. Seconds weep away as the man stands, nostrils flared, debating. His hands ball into fists and his cheeks ruddy with anger and too much drink.

Jayce’s grip tightens on the wine glasses, and his jaw clenches. You can’t decide if you want to see where this goes or not. There really wouldn’t even be a question of who would win. Bruised knuckles, a scrape for you to bandage up and kiss; was it worth it?

Before you can answer yourself, the stranger makes his decision and slinks away. Into the crowd he disappears, his hair blending with the crowd.

You watch him leave with a sort of smugness; you really shouldn’t be so excited at the thought of violence. Jayce will be the death of you.

He slackens when the man is out of sight, handing you your drink with slightly-shaking hands as if nothing had happened.

Despite the tight smile he gives you, he’s clearly still fuming under the surface - a boiler in disguise, waiting to blow. You down your glass in one swallow, then tug at his sleeve.

“Let’s get out of here.”

As you speak, another drunk stumbles up to you, cupping your face in his hands. Jayce, with much less composure than before, shoves him back.

The man only blinks at him.

“Whassa matterr?” he slurs. “We can sssharre.”

For a moment, you think Jayce might punch him, but he doesn’t. Calmly - too calm - he takes your empty glass from you, finishes his drink, and sets your glasses down.

“Let’s go,” he says.

His hand on your back is relentless now, practically steering you home. He’s never been this angry, not visibly so. It’s a combination of things - a bad day, not much sleep, raging jealousy.

You can’t wait to get home.

You should leave him alone. He’ll probably go for a run, try to sweat the anger out of him. Take a steaming hot shower and come out like everything’s fine.

But you don’t want him to. It never fully gets all of it out - the anger, the frustration. It only sends it simmering. You want him to boil until he overflows, for him to fuck it all out until nothing but satiation remains.

Jayce is not, by nature, angry. He’s gentle, patient, intelligent. Devastatingly kind. This, of course, doesn’t mean that he’s immune to anger. It only means he doesn’t know how to handle it. Everyone has a breaking point. Jayce is dangerously close to his.

Which is why, when you’re on the doorstep, you make a comment. Innocent-sounding, but it’s anything but.

“Didn’t want to share, huh?”

Shock hits his face first - freezes him as you step in front of him.

The moment you’re through the door, Jayce has you pinned against the wall. His breath is hot on your ear, and his body feels scalding pressed against you - warm arms, broad shoulders, and rough, callused hands that hold your waist.

“I’m not sharing you with anybody,” he breathes. “You’re mine, and mine only, and I’m going to make you remember that.”

“Show me,” you murmur. “I’m yours.”

He hesitates a moment - probably processing the fact that you like this, want this, even - before his hands go to your wrists.

Warm, rough hands that envelop yours completely. You’ve studied them so many times, imagining - well, this. They wrap around your carpals, firmly move your hands over your head, and keep them pinned there. One hand is all it takes - one of Jayce’s hands to pin both of yours to the wall.

He undresses you with the other.

Any patience of his is out the window - your clothes get ripped off of you and shoved to the floor, leaving you shivering in the cold air. Then he presses against you again, and warmth returns.

He’s hard already - aching, throbbing. From the labored way he’s breathing, he must be fighting off the urge to grind into you, too. You wish he’d give in, wish he wouldn’t deny himself.

But when he bites the back of your ear, you immediately change your mind. It’s a soft, hesitant nip that becomes emboldened and sharp when you whimper and lean back into him rather than away. It stings, but his mouth is soft and warm, and he presses a kiss to it before moving down to your neck.

Soon, your skin is jeweled with a chain of bruises that crown you from jaw to nape to the meat of your shoulder.

“Say you’re mine,” he says, grip tightening on your wrists, digging your hand into the wall as he rolls his hips into you. When he speaks again, his voice sounds strained. “That nobody else gets to touch you.”

“I’m yours,” you echo. “Only yours.”

For a moment, there is nothing but his breath - warm against the back of your neck, making you shiver. The vulnerability of the situation is crystal clear in everything from his hands on your wrists, to your bare body, while his clothes remain on.

And, to your surprise, he releases your wrists.

“Stay here,” he says.

You don’t move an inch. You become marble, pasted against the wall. His footsteps become your world - behind you, then into your bedroom. Nothing, for a minute or so. Then they return.

The hair on the back of your neck stands up in anticipation.

“That’s it,” he says, running a hand up your ribs. “Ready for me?”

You shiver under his touch, waiting, giving a nod. He sets something down on the table next to you - something light, because it barely clinks against the glass.

Then, he returns to his original position. Hand around your wrists, the other on your waist.

Your forehead tilts into the wall, your legs automatically spreading as Jayce knees them apart. Then you realize what he’d left for. It’s ice-cold, even on the warmth of his fingers - slowly working you open and ready for him. A soft noise escapes your throat, whimpering as his pace becomes relentless.

“Fuck,” he whispers, fingers pressing deeper into you. “So - so eager for me.”

Your body jerks, breath coming heavier as he finds the spot that drives you to slow insanity. His other hand tightens on your wrists, as if he wants to reach around and touch you - it’ll bruise, if he keeps it like that.

You want it to. You want to be covered by him. Every inch.

Like lightning, the current of him builds. His fingers are faster, harder in you, his words a soft mantra in your ear, his teeth a sharp pain on your neck.

“No one but you,” you manage. “Jayce, please-”

Your voice chokes off as you cum, shuddering. Your vision goes along with your hearing, and the world fuzzes into a dulled, shaking pleasure. Then it comes back.

He barely gives you a moment to recover before you hear his belt being undone. Then he hesitates again, leaning into your ear.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he says.

“It’s not. Fuck me.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. His hand tightens against your wrists, bracing both of you against the wall as he fucks into you, his free hand squeezing into your hip.

“F-fuck,” he stutters out, letting out a soft, searching groan as he pushes in deeper. “Feel so - so fucking good for me.”

“Yours,” you manage to choke out, feeling like you might break in two. He fills and fills and fills you, the delicious friction of his thrusts sending you on edge again. It doesn’t take much with him - it never does. Not when it’s Jayce.

“Harder, Jayce,” you say. “Take - take me like I’m yours.”

Your words seem to break the final string in him. His hips snap into yours - shoving you into the wall, fucking you into it, his grip on your wrists and hands bruises, and all the while - he just praises you.

“Fuck,” he pants. “So fucking good for me.”

The most you can do is take it, let him fuck everything out of him. It’s not long before you’re cumming again - shuddering around his cock. His thrusts stutter at that before he continues, his breathing strained, pace quickening, his moans getting louder until he cums, too - letting out a gravelly, drawn-out noise from the back of his throat.

He thrusts one, two, three more times before finally groaning and melting into you. His hands let go of your wrists and hip to wrap around you, burying his face in the groove between your neck and shoulder where he lets out a muffled hmph against your skin.

“That good?” you tease, breathless.

He places a kiss on your neck, nuzzling against the skin before he answers.

“You know it was,” he says. “Fuck. I - uh, left a lot of marks. Sorry. Let me clean you up?”

You just lean into his touch. It’s answer enough - he gently leads you into the bathroom, and when you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, there’s only one thing you can think:

No one will have any doubt about who you belong to anymore.

#jayce x reader #jayce x you #jayce x you arcane #arcane jayce x reader #jayce talis x you #jayce talis x reader #mywriting #jams answers

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arcaneimaginez · 2 years

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Their Pet Names for You

(A/N) Sorry if the Czech pet names are wrong, I was using google translate

VIKTOR

Sluneční světlo - Sunshine

Láska - Love

Miláček - Sweetheart

(Moje) Holubice - (My) Dove

JAYCE

Baby(girl/boy/doll)

Babe

Gorgeous/Beautiful/Handsome

Angel

Prince(ss)

I would say “Cupcake,” but that seems like a Cait only thing.

Sugar

Boo (jokingly)

Pumpkin

Sweetpea

CAITLYN

Darling

Dear

Sweetheart

JINX

Sweets

Snookums

Toots

Bubba

Bubbles

Gem

SILCO

Love

Treasure

Precious

Pet

MEL

Dear

Darling

Lover(boy/girl)

Love

#Arcane #arcane imagines #arcane vi #arcane viktor #arcane jayce #arcane jinx #arcane caitlyn #arcane Mel #arcane mel x reader #arcane viktor x reader #arcane vi x reader #arcane caitlyn x reader #arcane silco #Arcane Silco x reader #arcane jinx x reader #arcane jayce x reader #arcane x reader

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randoimago · 1 year

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Hey! I'm the anon who sent in the "immune to shimmer" ask a few months ago, and I really liked how you wrote it!

I'd like to request that same prompt, but this time, it's Ekko, Victor & Jayce's S/O that's immune instead. I hope that's alright!

S/O Being Immune to Shimmer

Fandom: Arcane

Characters: Ekko, Jayce, Viktor

Type of Request: Headcanons

Notes: Aw thank you! It’s definitely an interesting concept and I had fun coming up with how each character would react. I’m glad to do write for these characters too!

Ekko

He had been messing with one of his hoverboards, trying to find good ways to upgrade it and didn’t notice you moved from wherever you were.

He turns out ends up jumping from being scared of your sudden appearance. It causes a vial of shimmer he had lying around to fall. You both went to grab it from breaking, only to miss. He quickly moved to grab some gas masks for you two, putting his on quickly.

But when he turned to you, you were fine. The vial broke and you were picking up the glass fragments and just fine. Well maybe not just fine as the glass did cut you, causing Ekko to worry more about the shimmer getting in your blood. But again, nothing happened.

He’s definitely going to have to talk to you about this later, for now he’s trying to find some bandages.

Jayce

Jayce was helping clean out some more of Silco’s warehouses, making sure the canisters of shimmer were handled carefully. You were with him, much to his frustration as he didn’t want you in such a dangerous area, but you’re stubborn.

There was some yelling and when he turned, one of the canisters was dropped and began leaking. Thankfully almost everyone was in protective suits. Until he heard a, “Shit!” and saw that yours had a hole in it from jumping back from the canister and snagging it on something else.

Jayce is trying to hurry you out of the area as some others are trying to find something to put the canister in to try and contain some of the leak. It’s just chaos and panic and Jayce isn’t even registering that you’re okay. You’re not turning into a gross monster. You’re fine.

He still makes sure to check all over to make sure you’re truly fine. The scientific part of his brain has so many questions and wants to explore this, but the boyfriend part of him is freaking out and making you promise to never go anywhere dangerous with him again.

Viktor

Working in the lab, like usual, and he’s asked you to stand back while he’s messing with various chemicals. One of them is shimmer because he wants to see what kind of reactions he can get out of it.

He asks you to bring him some notes that are by you. So you do and walk closer. He misjudges the distance between you two, as he hasn’t lifted his head and still looking at his work, and reaches back, only to knock the shimmer onto you.

Viktor is scrambling to stand to push you into the emergency shower, but you don’t seem worried at all? You look mildly annoyed with the incident, as you hand him the notes.

He has a million questions about the shimmer, but realizes that he should probably leave the room before it starts affecting him.

#arcane x reader #arcane viktor x reader #arcane ekko x reader #arcane jayce x reader #ekko x reader #jayce x reader #viktor x reader

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nyctophiliq · 1 year

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COLLEGE HAREM AU. feat jayce, ambessa

please be aware that every character is over the age of eighteen in this au and there will be sexual themes across the whole au- minors do not interact.

content warning. lowercase writing intended, sub ! afab ! reader, dom ! characters, blow jobs, oral sex, fingering, kissing, age gap

JAYCE, vice-president of the student council

jayce runs back and forth between mel's and viktor's office, depending on how busy his day and the school is. of course, he knew you were coming as a matter of fact, he was your tour guide on your very first day at the college. first, he didn't think much of you, you were another student, another face he might cross in the corridors. it wasn't until mel was so fond of you that jayce started to chase you around. telling you he would like to help you with your studies, that if there is any teacher giving you a hard time tell him. he will take care of it for you. he also mentioned if you hear the rumors of him and mel sleeping together then don't be alarmed, even if he did sleep with his president it was only for political advantage over the others in the student council. while all that sweet talk, reassuring, and promises he was pulling you aside to a classroom he knew was not occupied that day and hour. he is a gentleman, he is not going to push you into doing something you don't want to and won't demand you to do it right now, there and then. he will persuade you tho, call you nice names, and caress your sides until his pants are undone by you, on your knees, with his shaft in your hand.

"come on babe, this cock won't suck itself, now will it?"

AMBESSA, history and geography professor

the ex-military woman is no short of strict rules during her classes- no talking, no eating, no drinking, and she makes the seating schedule herself. you were disappointed that you got sorted into the first desk, the closest to the professor's table and the farthest from freedom. although you get some good out of it, the war table in front of the board is something to look for in every class to play around with. but after classes are even more exciting when professor ambessa calls you over, telling you to stay for a minute in that angry, "i'm about to bust your ass for the bad grades" voice of hers. when the last student is finally out, doors are closed, and the only lights on are the farthest ones from your current position she pushes you against that war table, swiping all the figurines and hills onto the floor. her hand sneaks up under your skirt, whispering sweet nothings against your lips as she plays with your clit over your drenched panties. she teases you, lifting her fingers that are dampened with your juices, sucking them off one by one before finally pushing them into you.

"if i could bend you over this table, show everyone what obedience really is... you would never fail this class or please me."

#📼 › moss tapes #arcane smut #arcane x reader #ambessa medarda #ambessa medarda x reader #ambessa medarda x reader smut #arcane ambessa x reader #arcane ambessa x reader smut #arcane jayce x reader #arcane jayce x reader smut #arcane jayce smut #ambessa medarda smut

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the-dumpster-fire-of-life · 1 year

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Arcane Master List #2

Arcane Masterlist

The Walking Dead Game Masterlist

The Last Of Us Masterlist

Reign Masterlist

Tokio Hotel Masterlist

Sevika

Nothing Here Yet, Check Out More Here

Home

Accidentally Slapping Vi

Stealing Her Shirt

Falling Asleep On Vi

Reader Who Picks At Their Face

A Mended Promise

Jinx

Thigh Holding

Falling Asleep On Jinx

Stealing Jinx's Shit

Reader Who Picks At Their Face

You Can Stay

A Sisters Love Sequel

Never Again...Maybe

A Mishap

Little Dysfunctional Family

I Wait For You

Beach with Powder Day Headcannons

Ekko

Ekko x Winged!Reader

Caitlyn

Accidentally Slapping Caitlyn

Thigh Holding

Silco

Little Dysfunctional Family

Pet Headcannons

A Mishap

Viktor

Nothing Here Yet, Check Out Here For Viktor!

Jayce

Nothing Here Yet, Check Out Here For Jayce!

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saey707 · 2 years

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can i request some headcanons with jayce trying to get with the reader ? like , hes making them things that could be for courtship but the reader doesnt realize until he says it plainly !

✿ Prompt: Jayce tries to win you over with his inventions ✿

♡ champion focus: arcane! jayce ♡ tw: none! ♡ Gender-neutral reader

Author's Note: Hello! I hope I got this request right. I hope you don’t mind that I made it more of an Arcane Jayce focus, as I felt there was more I could work with! Feel free to request more. Enjoy the headcanons! (υ◉ω◉υ)♡

Jayce always felt like he had an advantage over other men in all aspects. He was handsome, incredibly smart, strong, charming, charismatic, promised with extreme talent, and open minded to new possibilities! However, when he met you he began to doubt the charming aspect of himself, something he thought he wouldn’t ever be able to do. How could he? He’s pretty much an idealized vision of a man, an ideal boyfriend. The kind of guy anyone would want to bring home to meet their mother or father: He’s a rare gem!

So why was it so hard to win you over? He could have sworn he was doing everything right... The occasional flirting was enough to make you fluster, and you seemed to really appreciate whenever he bought you lunch. Yet, you still always brushed it off as him being nothing more than a good friend to you. And boy, did it frustrate him...

It was through these little revelations, Jayce decided to seek out new ways to win you over. Ways that didn’t involve just letting you borrow his jacket or paint his nails while you gossiped about your job.

He decided to play his hand at making you things!

It started off small. Things that he was familiar with crafting in the lab! Sure, Viktor wasn’t exactly happy that Jayce was using resources to make gifts for you, when he could be developing their “yet-to-be-revealed” hexclaw and atlas gauntlets. But, Jayce made it up to him! He stayed in the lab with him later than his bedtime!

“Hey, (Y/N), check this out!” He rushed towards you, holding a mechanical bear. The way your eyes lit up when you saw it warmed his heart.

He didn’t want to admit that Viktor helped him to actually get the mechanical aspect of it to function, so he bit his tongue for now. He wanted to impress you, after all.

“Wow! This is amazing!!” you beamed, taking the mechanical creature and winding it up excitedly. It danced upon your lay-flat hands.

You stared in awe, Jayce grinning and watching every little reaction you had to the sequence of its movements. You opened your arms out to embrace him, Jayce willingly walking right into your grasp.

“Thank you, Jayce! You’re such a good friend!”

Yeah, after hearing that? His confidence almost diminished.

He could have sworn you would have seen that he was trying to win you over! How oblivious can you be?!

He took his time to ponder what he could create next for you, hopeful that the next time around you would get what he was trying to put down.

...Ah! Maybe you preferred a different kind of craft... Something delicate or pristine!

Jayce decided to take a day off to venture to the forge, trying his hand at jewelry making! It involved the same amount of precision as making hammers... He thinks? Does that even sound right? Who compares hammers to jewelry??

Honestly, it was a lot harder than he thought it would be. He didn’t think filing down little pieces of metal would be that hard!

While it took him a couple of days mastering the equipment, he was able to create a nice set of golden earrings, along with a necklace. The charm attached mimicked a hextech gemstone.

In a way, he considered you to be much like him: A rare gem.

“Hey, (Y/N), look!” He called, holding a quaint, red-velvet box out to you, watching you excitedly take it. He anticipated you opening it, relishing in the gentle and heart-warming expression written across your reddened cheeks.

“Woah! This is gorgeous!! Thank you, Jayce!” you kissed his cheek, the tall Piltie flushing bright pink. And for a split second, he took that as a win...

Until he gave you his next gift.

Considering how his last attempts to win you over “worked”, he decided to lay low and gift you something from his own kitchen: A container of cupcakes!

...Which, admittedly, Caitlyn helped him to make. If anything, she was pleased to help! Not only did she believe her cupcakes were good for catching yordles, but they were also good gifts for loved ones (particularly her pink-haired girlfriend).

But, Jayce didn’t want you to know that, as he wanted to impress you! So, he bit his tongue once again.

“(Y/N)! Hey, (Y/N)! I hope you’re hungry, cause I gotta treat for you.” Holding out the container to you, Jayce had a hopeful look on his face as you glanced into the container.

“You made these? For me?” You queried, the latter nodding his head.

With a big smile, you took one, humming excitedly.

“Wow, thanks, Jayce!! You really are a great friend!”

“...Are you kidding me??” He had an incredulous look written in his eyes, your attention turning up to him curiously.

“Did I say something wrong..?” “No, but come on! It couldn’t be any more obvious what I’m trying to do!” He exclaimed nervously, scoffing as he played it off as a mere chuckle.

He didn’t want to believe you were friendzoning him. You weren’t that cruel!

“...What are you trying to do?” The shy, sad tone in your voice hurt him, Jayce cringing at his own stupidity. Just be honest with them...

“I’m trying to tell you I like you!” “I like you too!” Agh!!

“No! I mean as more than a friend!”

He was frustrated. Frustrated more than he thought he would be. But when you gave him that sweet smile he so much adored, pressing your lips to his cheek reassuringly, he was... confused?

“I know. I just wanted to hear you say it.”

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thehistoriangirl · 1 year

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Testing One’s Love Luck to Win You Over

I... uh, this was supposed to be shorter 😅, but I didn’t know how much I missed to write for the one and only Golden Boy sooo yeah [I promise to write more about you, Jayce, *mwah* <333]

Jayce x fem!Reader-----3.1K-------SFW

Synopsis: With adulthood came different responsibilities. For Jayce, it was enrolling at the Academy and becoming a revolutionary inventor; for you, it was securing your family’s position inside the high-end of Piltover’s more influential and powerful clans. However, Jayce isn’t willing to lose you without playing all his cards.

Jayce had always lived two houses away from you ever since you had a memory, so when he moved to the Academic District to one of the Kiramman's ateliers, you felt a strange hole being carved in your chest as you stood on your porch, watching the carriage marked with the keys from the Kiramman family crest riding up the hill.

He promised to visit, and he did. Jayce even invited you to his new atelier, showing you his current projects, and the magnificent view he had of the whole city from his balcony.

You tried to enter the Academy—following the example of the most intelligent person you'd ever met—but of course, you couldn't get in. Your whole life had been drafted for you before you could have a rebuttal in the matter.

Just like your older sister, you've been raised to conquer the spotlight in the soirées held by clans more powerful than your own, charming any potential suitor that could raise your family influence after a marriage deal.

While Jayce spent hours researching engineering and physics in the Academy’s library, you learned different techniques of dance, how to play the piano and to walk while keeping your chin up, without looking at the ground.

Even if you thought you were drifting apart, every time Jayce knocked at your door to invite you to a walk around the fanciest district in Piltover, conversation flew naturally, as if the time had retreated, and you were still the kids that played with marbles on the soft grass in the front yard of his home. You still laughed at Jayce's silly jokes, and he still found your laugh contagious enough to end up both cackling until your bellies hurt.

In those moments, you tried to deny it, but the reality was that no matter how hard you wished, your heart wouldn't stop beating as if it wanted to escape your ribcage.

Good thing that Jayce would only see you once in a while because otherwise, he would pick your lie about how your forehead always felt like it was on fire when he patted your head because you were sick.

You felt guilty when he showed up with ointment his mom recommended to you when having a cold.

But soon enough time run thin, and he graduated and started to spend more time enclosed in the atelier. Jayce wouldn't let you come in when you showed up unannounced, preferring to eat the food you had prepared outside.

Some weeks after it, your parent broke the long-expectedly, but no less frightening, of your engagement.

By that time, you had already identified the pressing sensation residing on your chest—the same you felt when you said goodbye to Jayce every time, but not quite as overwhelming as this time. The pressure, the hollow, was just as when he left for the Academy years ago.

You nodded at your mother, smiling softly as you asked when you were about to meet your future husband. Even if the most visceral part of you wanted to scream until your jaw hurt from opening your mouth too widely, to run away up the hill and slam your fists in Jayce’s atelier.

But what he could do? Not even you were allowed to command the ways your life should develop. Jayce couldn’t help you. Nobody could.

It was funny how time seemed to pass by quicker when your family gave you a date for the wedding; contrary to when Jayce could only come back for the holidays. You were looking at his house, lonely and sad now that his mother spent her time with friends, without her son around.

Each night occurred, and the wedding got closer and closer. Insomnia lets you wander through all your thoughts—even those that you shouldn't suppose to have. If only you were born into another family, would you be happier? Would you don't mind being surrounded by luxuries in exchange for freedom? For love?

You smiled, a sour expression that curled your top lip in disgust. There was pointless to wish for things you couldn’t have.

And yet, Jayce’s image conjured in your mind as you tried to push it away, tucked in the pressure-based door at the back of your mind.

You wished you at least could have him.

*~*~*~*

The smell of the variety of flowers filling the bride's room made you want to throw up. Sunlight flooded the white room, and you felt as if you were blurring with it, becoming a piece of decoration for your almost new husband.

If you weren't on the third floor, you'd probably jump out the window.

Someone knocked at the door, and when you said, tired: “Come in.” You saw another gigantic bouquet, this one decorated with both white jasmines and red carnations. Upon seeing them, you frowned, gesturing with one hand toward the back of the room. “Let them when you can.”

The person closed the door behind him.

“Were you going to tell me you’re getting married?” His voice made you jump, and you saw his serious face from your mirror, accompanied by your widened eyes, mouth agape.

Turning so quickly you almost fell off the stool, you said, in a voice full of so many feelings you got surprised by how all of them bleed out with just one word. "Jayce?” From longing to terror, shame, and confusion. But above all, a sadness so deep your eyes started to itch with trapped tears. “What are you doing here?”

That made him pace angrily around the little space of the room that wasn’t covered with your puffy dress, gifts still unopen, and flower bouquets. His right hand pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I… I don’t know.” He sighed, collapsing over one corner of the bed. “I don’t know what to do.” He hid his face between his palms as you pinched your eyebrows with both confusion and worry.

“Jayce?” You stood up, your hand hovering over his slumped shoulders, afraid that if you touched him, you would crumble. So you only curled your fingers away, nails scrapping the palm of your hand. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want you to see me like this.”

You had wished for him to look at you all dressed in a wedding gown for him, so he could get all happy and excited while seeing you walking inside the courtroom.

He shook his head. “It’s my fault. I left and in the end, I couldn’t—" he sighed, and he sounded just as tired as your feet. "I wasn't quick enough… I couldn’t become…” Jayce looked at you, between his messy dark hair and deeply saddened eyes. For all those times you thought you’d be capable of drowning in them was just an exaggeration, today he proved you wrong. “Please don’t get married.”

You blinked, a quick sequence of blurring images of Jayce’s gaze locked in yours as your eyes got blurry with tears. “Jayce—”

His hands held your arms at each side of your body, and you saw his Academy uniform wrinkled and covered with oil stains. Even his fingers were covered in a fine black powder that stained the white arm gloves that covered his skin. As you leaned in closer, you took in the smell of paper, coffee, and burned coal. The same essence lingered inside his atelier.

“Please,” he said, voice cracking. You felt your lip quiver.

You hugged him, feeling a tug in your chest as you passed one of your hands through his hair. He leaned into your gentle touch, eyelids fluttering when he closed his eyes. The words got stuck in your throat, and so they got out in an almost inaudible whisper. "I need to get married, Jayce."

He opened his eyes, and his gaze burned into your chest, where your heart was beating madly, so loud it must be the reason why you didn’t pick up his words correctly.

“Then marry me.”

The gasp that got out of your lips felt as if someone had punched you in the chest. "What?”

His cheeks were deep red, and they felt hot when you cradled his cheek so Jayce could see you as he tried to divert his eyes away.

"You heard me," Jayce muttered, looking toward the window. Sky was already filled with orange hues that made the bedroom look as if it were almost caught on fire. "You can marry me if you want."

You blinked, but no matter how much you tried to clear your view, confusion still impregnated it. “Do you want to marry me?”

He pulled you away, so he could take in the puffy, lavishing dress you were supposed to use in the ceremony. Your hair was pulled away from your face, making your head pulse in a settled, hurtful rhythm.

“I thought once I created Hextech, I would’ve been able to ask your family if I could court you without them family denying it, but…”

Your heart throbbed painfully. Of course, they'd said no. Jayce being behind Hextech's creation was marvelous, a dream come true to any aspiring inventor. But not so for aristocratic families, for them, he was still the heir of a lower house. "Oh, Jayce…"

“I mean—I was planning on telling you; to ask if you, uh… if you reciprocate my feelings. But then your family said no and I… I didn’t know what to do. I still don’t.” He was fidgeting his fingers over his lap, too afraid of looking at you that now he was scanning every corner of the room. “Do you… do you feel the same?”

Your mind ran toward the myriad of memories you two had shared over the years, the permanent feeling of wanting. "Do you remember when we were kids? When we played house and I told you that I was your wife? I still abide by those words."

The littlest of smiles appear in the corners of Jayce's lips. "I think we should kiss now.”

You chuckled, leaning toward him, you were pulling your skirts off the way so you could fit between his legs- Your hands trembled as you cupped his cheeks, eyes fluttering closer when you brushed your lips against his. You heard him sigh, finally relieved. However, it was only a peck. “Not yet. I’m afraid we need to leave before people start to suspect why the door’s closed,” you said while biting your bottom lip.

“Yeah, you’re right.” Jayce looked at the room. It was all white, adorned with silk and lace around the bed filled with boxes of clothes and shoes. "Do you think you can get out of the window?"

“It’s three stores high, Jayce.” You looked at the bed he was sitting at. “But maybe we can improvise a rope.” Your finger pointed at the mattress.

Jayce jumped out of it and started to throw the gifts on the ground, taking the bedsheets off the mattress. "Just as when we were younger, huh?"

You smiled, dexterous hands already making knots with the fabric to use as holders. You used to escape to Jayce’s house when your parents grounded you. You had to escape from your room, which was easier once you memorize the patrols and the paths of the service toward the rooms. Then, you had to run across the street and climb up the Talis’ house front gate, to where Jayce already expected you with a rope made with his bedsheets and curtains.

Now instead of climbing, you were descending.

He knotted the rope in one of the bed’s legs. “Now, take off your dress and come down.”

You looked at him, cheeks hot, eyebrows raised in perplexion. "Wouldn't you like that?"

Jayce’s hazel eyes widened, with one of his hands covering his mouth. “Not like that! I meant—it’s for… it’s so you can move comfortably!”

Despite the stress building like a tight knot in your belly, you found yourself laughing, trying to conceal the noise between your hands. “I know, I know. Sorry.”

“You don’t sorry in the slightest.”

“You know too well. Turn around and close your eyes, I’ll change into something comfy.”

Jayce snickered. “Afraid I’ll peek?" You hit him in the shoulder and quickly knelt to find the clothes your maid pushed down the mattress while helping you dress up. "Let me know if you need any help.”

You stopped him from turning, your body came too close to him so the back of your knees brushed his pants as you turned around, showing him the back of your dress, a succession of little buttons lost between a sea of lace and silk. “Jayce, unbutton the back of my dress, please.”

You thought he’d said no, but you were running thin on time. When night fall your ceremony would arrive, and the sky was already getting dimmer.

He brushed his fingers through your spine, pulling you closer so he could see the little buttons better, causing you to feel his breath sending warm huffs in the back of your neck and around your shoulders as the fabric of the dress opened more with each turn of his wrist.

When he was done, you kept the dress in place with a firm hand pressed against your chest. You felt his hand hovering in the small of your back, irradiating warmth as you held your breath.

“I should’ve said you look beautiful before you take off the dress,” he said, and your breath got caught in a shaky huff as you let it out. “I love you, so, so much. Ever since I left for the Academy—no, even long before it.”

You chortled, only to hide how flustered you really felt. “I feel like an overly saturated chandelier.” You turned, and his smile made your heart melt. “Thank you, Jayce.”

You quickly changed into your pajamas, still white, but at least they were decorated with baby blue knitting motifs. Jayce held part of the rope as you threw the rest down the window, scanning the lateral courtyard to thankfully find it empty from both guests and the workers.

“Come down and wait for me at the entrance, in the tree near the ugly fountain. Do you know what I’m talking about?”

You looked at Jayce. “The one that looks like an egg with a hole in the middle?” He nodded as you squatted on the window sill, feet pressed under the protuberance in the rock. “Are you going to stay behind?”

“I’ll untie the rope so people can’t know how you escaped, okay?”

Your heartbeat rushed through your ears, drowning any logical thought, any fear you could start to feel as gravity pulled you down and the only thing keeping you safe was a thin silk rope.

Jayce was peeking through the window, a reassuring smile on his face all the time. You focused on it, in the feeling of his soft lips against yours and the way he leaned to your touch. In the future ahead, one when you became a Talis, leaving behind your own—or better say, the one your parents choose you to have after the wedding.

The grass felt soft, cold, and humid against your naked feet. You shivered, eyes darting toward each corner as you dashed toward the fountain, kneeling to tuck your body under it in case someone walked in this lonely path to arrive at the back courtyard, where the ceremony would take place.

From your crouched position, you couldn't see his silhouette moving in the window. The shadows became sharper, the air colder as the sun hide.

Your heart was so loud you were afraid people would hear it. You couldn’t bring yourself to think what your parents—and your ex-fiancé—would do to you, or much worse, to Jayce, if you two got caught.

Time extended too long, and dread made me feel dizzy. You were imagining all the ways Jayce was found; someone saw him get out of your room, your mother caught him descending the stairs…

“I'm here…" Jayce's voice startled you, and you hit your head on the edge of the fountain. He knelt and held you in his arms, one of his hands quickly massaging your scalp. "Are you alright, my sunshine? I'm sorry I startled you."

You tried to ignore the way his nickname made your stomach flutter. “Let’s go! The ceremony should start at any minute.”

It had always been hard to keep up with Jayce's long strides. Today was no different, you felt your legs cramped, but you ran as if you were chased after—and you had to admit, it was half-true. As you were crossing the entrance gate, you heard commotion growing from inside the house. They must have noticed you weren't there already.

Jayce squeezed your hand, fingers interlaced as you ran down the wide avenues, around the boulevards, until the streets narrowed, descending in hills. You thought he was guiding you toward the Talis family house, but no. This part of Piltover was new to you.

“Where… where are… we going?” you said between pants. Your feet hurt from running so much.

“To my new apartment. We’ll spend the night there, and tomorrow—” You had stopped, walking much calmer now that you were a couple of kilometers away from where your wedding was supposed to be held. “Tomorrow… If you want, tomorrow we’ll get married.”

You smiled, looking at his insecure pose, with shoulders dropped and hands tucked against his belly. He was gigantic, even if he tried to shrink. You stepped over his boots, on your tiptoes to tangle your arms around his wide shoulders.

“Do you promise?” you whispered, the movement making your lips brush against his. He embraced you by the waist.

“I promise, my little sunshine,” he replied, nodding and dipping his head toward you so he could capture your lips fully, wanting to melt in your touch as much as you wanted to get lost in it.

“I love you, Jayce. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

He quickly shifted his hold, with one hand on the small of your back, and the other embracing your thighs as he carried you, bride style, toward his apartment. Your feet wiggled in the air, your voice wavering with laughter. "What are you doing?!"

"Practicing," Jayce simply stated, walking steadily up the street. He looked at you, brushing your noses together as he paused to accommodate you, with your hands still embracing his shoulders. “Because I feel like I’m going to this quite a lot from this day onwards.”

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Master list so far!

Hi! This is gonna be my masterlist until I update it for now. Requests are always open but there are some rules. Please, please read the rules first before requesting! Also please leave feedback in the comments! It helps me

I'll add more once I write more but right now just requests what you like and I'll get to them as soon as possible, right now I have time since I am on spring break! I take requests for arcane and twdg!

On my idea list if I made one with arcane characters with the throwing em over your shoulder and you want them with twdg characters I will glady write it if requested!

And if maybe I made one for arcane or twdg, like idea #2 with Cait and Jinx on it and you maybe want Ekko and Vi, I will make it if you want!

Just request if and I will get to it!

Twdg master list here!

Idea list here!

Free to pm me if u have any questions of any sort! And the ones shown here, except for Sevika are the main ones I write for. I try for Sevika

Sevika

Teen love, lost love and returned love

S/o with a child

Found family

Pet Headcannons

Vi with an s/o who has Zhongli's personality

S/o throwing her over their shoulder

Comforting stressed S/o

Reuniting with Vi

My girl

Dragging her outside to play in the rain

S/o with a child

Pet Headcannons

S/o getting amnesia

Caitlyn

S/o throwing her over their shoulder

Dragging her outside into the rain

S/o with a child

S/o getting amnesia

Jinx

S/o throwing her over their shoulder

Your grace

Your grace- Part 2

Her dragging you outside into the rain

S/o with a child

Pet Headcannons

They're loud

A mothers love

Ekko

S/o throwing him over their shoulder

Comforting stressed S/o

Reuniting with Ekko

Top of the tree

S/o who works with gadgetry

Dragging him outside into the rain

S/o with a child

Clingy S/o

Pet headcannons

Fluff headcannons

Doing Ekko's face paint

S/o getting amnesia

Jayce

Jayce with S/o who has Zhongli personality

Jayce x Councilor Reader

Viktor

Viktor with an S/o with Zhongli's personality

Reuniting with Viktor

S/o who works with gadgetry

Seeing Reader without glasses for the first time

Pet headcannons

S/o getting amnesia

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Who You Are

Jayce x Ace!Reader

A/N: as I’ve stated before the ace spectrum is vast, and everyone is different. This piece was written and I never planned for it to see the light of day Bc I used it as a vent piece lol. But @wincestisasincest encouraged me to post and I’ve seen a lot of people asking to see this so here ya go! Hope you all enjoy.

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: major fear of rejection, discussion of sex/sexual situations, jayce being a softie as usual, the best boyfriend 🥺, kissing, fluff.

You always knew you’d have to tell him. In truth, you shouldn’t have let it come this far without telling him. But every time you were going to, something conveniently prevented you from having to do so.

Every heated make out session is interrupted by either footsteps approaching the lab or the reminder of an early day or some dinner party he has to attend.

And every time you want to bring it up on your own, bright hazel eyes would make the words shrivel on your lips.

You’ve been with Jayce for a few months now and the happiness you feel when you’re with him is incomparable. You’ve never felt so loved by someone else before, and the fear of losing that, of making him not love you anymore stops you in your tracks each time.

This time, however, you don’t have a choice.

There’s no convenient interruption, no excuses to pull you away. Just the quiet of Jayce’s bedroom wrapped around you as his fingers toy with the buttons of your shirt.

His mouth is warm against your own, movements slow and tempered, both of you just enjoying being in each other's arms. You’re perched on his lap, legs straddling his waist where he sits on the edge of his bed, and you can feel the air shift.

One of your hands rests against his shoulder while the other slides up to card through the short dark brown strands at the base of his skull. But his hands keep wandering.

From your hips up your sides over your ribs. Across your back before coming back to the front, his fingers resting againt the button closures of your shirt.

Guilt and fear swell in your chest as he fiddles with them, slowly sliding them from their holes until you break away from him, dropping the hand at his neck to press firmly against his chest.

Your heart is racing as you avoid his questioning gaze, unable to bring yourself to see the disappointment no doubt swimming in pools of hazel.

“What’s wrong?” He breathes, chest heaving from the kiss.

His hands immediately fall to rest on your hips. “Was that too fast? Shit - I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-“

You shake your head then, leaning forward to bury it in the crook of his neck. Both because you want his comfort and to hide the tears welling up behind your eyes, threatening to spill over at any moment.

“It’s not you.” You say, voice weak.

Here he is apologizing when all of this feels like your fault.

Solid arms slide around your waist, fingers tracing soothing patterns against your ribs.

“Then…what is it?” He asks, innocence and genuine concern lacing his words and finally forcing the tears from your eyes as your shoulders shake.

“Hey, hey.” He tugs at you, imploring you to sit back and look at him, but you refuse. Unable to look him in the eyes.

He relents, instead holding you that much closer. “Talk to me, please.”

“I can’t do this.” You cry, words muffled against his shoulder, causing his hands to still against you. Frozen in time.

Then you suddenly realize what you said and sit up abruptly, wiping furiously at your tears. “That’s not-“ tipping your head back, you sigh at the ceiling. “I don’t…I don’t want to have sex.” The words come out hesitant and gracelessly, not how you wanted to do this at all.

The worry on Jayce’s features melt away instantly as calloused hands cradle your cheeks. He urges you to look at him, thumbs wiping away stray tears as you comply.

“We don’t have too. Not right now. We never have to do anything you don’t want. I’ll wait for whenever you’re ready, always.” His voice is so sincere, eyes swimming with understanding, and you just wish he knew what he was promising you.

You shake your head, unable to handle being this close to him anymore. Because you know, when you tell him, he’s going to recoil like everyone else has in the past.

You tug his hands from your face gently and slide from his lap to sit on the bed beside him, a good amount of distance between you.

An action that further worries Jayce.

“It’s not…that simple Jayce.” You begin, arms crossing over yourself self consciously. “I don’t…I’ve never wanted to have sex. With anyone. Ever. And I don’t think that’s going to…change.”

The silence that follows your words is deafening, and you watch out of the corner of your eye as it seems to sink in.

This is it.

“Oh…” the word is simple, short. Breathed out in confusion and what you decipher as disappointment.

“Yeah.” You offer lamely, buttoning up your shirt and moving to stand. “I should probably go.”

Better to leave now than be kicked out later. That’s what you tell yourself.

But a familiar calloused hand wraps around your wrist. Strong enough to implore you to stay, but soft enough to let you pull away if you want.

You don’t.

“Wait.” Soft, whispered into the quiet air and begging. “Why are you leaving?”

Finally, you peer over at him, brows knit together.

“Because…I thought you’d want me to? Most people do when I…when I tell them that.” You swallow past the lump in your throat to force the words out.

Jayce tugs you closer, shaking his head firmly. “What? No. No!” Hesitantly he slips his hands back onto your hips, thumbs rubbing soothing circles over your pants.

“You think…you think I’d kick you out because you don’t want to have sex with me?”

He looks hurt, looks like you just physically slapped him across the face and told him to take a hike. Hazel eyes, the ones you love so much are filled with nothing but hurt and confusion, and you can’t help but explain this to him further.

He must not understand.

“Look, Jayce.” Your words are firmer now, leaving no room for miscommunication. “I don’t like sex. I’ve done it before because previous partners wanted me too but I don’t…get anything from it. I don’t enjoy it and I just…I don't want to have sex. Ever. With anyone.”

This time Jayce is quicker to respond, but he just seems more confused, thick brows stitched together.

“I heard you the first time.” He says, shaking his head. “That doesn’t change anything for me. I still love you. I don’t want you to leave.”

His words stun you. Like you jumped into a cold river in the middle of winter.

He still loves you.

“That doesn’t…bother you?” You ask, still unable to accept the idea he wants to be with you after your revelation.

His lips twitch up into a small smile, a reassuring one.

“It’s a surprise,” he says honestly. “But no. I chose to be in a relationship with you because I love who you are. And this is part of that.”

You must look like you don’t believe him because he lets out a breathy chuckle before pulling you closer to him, bringing one hand up to cradle your face gently.

“I love you.” He says again, tilting his face to press soft lips against your own in a chaste kiss.

“I love you.” This time whispered against your cheek.

He whispers the words again and again and again until you’ve settled in his lap again, tucking your face into the crook of his neck, barely holding the tears at bay.

“Do I need to say it again?” He asks, voice playful.

You huff put a laugh. “I could stand to hear it one more time.”

He smiles and says it again.

This time, you believe him.

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