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Viktor HD frames / (Infiltrators in heimgerdinger office) Part 1/?✨
I never noticed these frames while watching the show, what a profile my god…
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JINX | ARCANE 1.09 “The Monster You Created”
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Jinx study
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I associate you with Lily Evans for some reason lol
Ah yes, my biggest kinnie. You probably do cause she was my pfp for a long time :D
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If you change her green eyes for brown, that's me, no joke. I love her way too much, deserved better ;-;
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i love when people are passionate about a certain character, like really passionate about them bc then i start associating them with that character and then the character reminds me of them and i’ll just be looking through my dash and then suddenly i’ll think about them
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Reblog appreciated 💛
I’m in a pickle with debts, it’s only sketches for now (maybe a little soft colouring), thank you for sharing! 💛💛
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Hey there, just wanted to say I'm postponing all my WIPs until I'm done with my finals so I'll be back posting fics on early June. Some of you have asked me if I'll take commissions or something of the sort, so I'm thinking about opening a ko-fi for that when I'm back to writing!
I have a lot writing planned for summer, can't wait to finish them. Also, I'm thinking about writing for other fandoms as well <3
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Hey there, just wanted to say I'm postponing all my WIPs until I'm done with my finals so I'll be back posting fics on early June. Some of you have asked me if I'll take commissions or something of the sort, so I'm thinking about opening a ko-fi for that when I'm back to writing!
I have a lot writing planned for summer, can't wait to finish them. Also, I'm thinking about writing for other fandoms as well <3
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In which Vi sneaks over the Kiramman garden walls to meet with Caitlyn in secret
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I feel so tired
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Precious Possession
Yandere!Viktor x Reader | NSFW +18 | wc: 2.4k | Viktor wasn't one to share what he feared losing, especially when it came to you, so he decided to take matters into his own hands when an unfortunate guy lays his eyes on you.
Warnings: Out-of-character-and-possessive!Viktor, hickeys, oral, fingering, scratching.
Requested by a lovely anon <3
A/N: I didn’t write the usual Yandere archetype since I felt it wouldn’t suit Viktor, so I made it a bit more implicit and calculated. Enjoy <3
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Evolving is a fundamental part that ties everything around us: a tiny leaf on fire could easily transform into a forest fire if it's not taken care of before it burns its surroundings.
You didn't notice when Viktor's fire ignited in the first place: he managed to hide it so well you couldn't see the forest fire it turned into, not even when it consumed something more than trees. 
No one could, and he would make sure no one would.
When Viktor first saw you, he thought you gorgeous, ethereal to say the least, but wasn't hooked to you until your mouth opened to participate in Heimerdingers's classes: you were intelligent, and every word you pronounced was so eloquent and assertive everyone in the room, including him, was gladly impressed by what you had to say.
His first thought was that maybe, just maybe, you two could share a similar view on what you wanted to achieve with your future projects.
He lightly shook his head and avoided that thought, considering he perhaps wouldn't even have the opportunity to talk to you, so better not to idealize the future. After all, he already felt the piercing disgust glances the other students gave him because of his disability and for coming from the Undercity.
The possibility of you making a similar remark if he approached was something he'd rather avoid.
Luckily for him, you made the first move and approached him between classes. He was sitting under a tree in the gardens, reading a book and taking mental notes on what could be important for future lectures.
"What are you reading?" You questioned him friendly, a subtle welcoming smile peeking through your lips.
You were also intrigued by him: his undeniable elegant looks mixed with conviction and persistence were rare to find. It was not a secret he was Zaunite, but that only meant he got to work harder than anyone from Piltover to get into The Academy, even more, to earn a scholarship, something you found worth admiring.
He didn't expect you to talk to him first, but he appreciated the gesture since he did want to make friends, something he wasn't able to in his time in the Undercity.
He answered your question and invited you to sit down next to him. You talked for hours, from academic stuff to personal ambitions. A warmth began to blossom inside Viktor's chest as he saw how attentively you were listening to what he had to say. 
No judgment, no complaints or mistreatments like he used to receive.
You didn't know it then, and wouldn't have the chance to, but that spark of attention you gave him slowly became addictive for him, finally achieving something he craved for so long. Your warmth, your laugh, your eyes laid on his; what could seem insignificant for others turned into something necessary for him, almost mandatory, making his golden eyes glow brighter when he was around you.
But such a divine gem didn't remain unnoticed by others' eyes. Glances were thrown at you when you walked in the hallways or even discreetly in class, some wholesome and tender, others a bit hungry for a taste.
You weren't aware of them, just wondered the reason most people were so kind and attentive towards you. Viktor was conscious, more than he should have been for his own good. He noticed every stare, every comment made about you.
He hated it, all of it, but the tension in the smile he gave you was always well hidden.
He made subtle comments about how you always seemed to catch the crowd's eye, but you always replied none of those stares was meaningful to you.
"What about mine?" he asked you once, golden eyes shining in intrigue.
He saw you let out a sighed smile before your touch reached his cheeks and his grip let go of his cane. You kissed him, all strength leaving his body as his lips melted on yours.
The fire grounded down, but its flames became harder for Viktor to endure.
The tragedy's catalyzer came in the shape of a guy you became friends with, and the crush he developed on you hit Viktor harder than any other comment or stare.
For the first time, he felt threatened to lose you.
You didn't follow his flirting attempts: you weren't interested in him and brushed him off constantly. Yet Viktor's desire to get rid of him grew mercilessly big as time passed: he'd never despised someone so viscerally before. How dare he get close to what's rightfully his? His teeth clenched and knuckles often turned white from the serried grip on his cane whenever he saw him talking to you.
Regardless, he never let you get any glimpse of them. He wanted him gone but had to play his cards with care. Eyes were already on him for being from the Undercity; one wrong move and not only would he lose you, but his chance to achieve his dream.
It was okay, he could wait. And so he did as the fire scattered the grass underneath his feet, getting closer and closer to the trees where his target unknowingly hid.
Luckily, the opportunity struck at the right time. He met Jayce, and after the mess they both caused, you three started working on Hextech together: with Mel Medarda as their main patron, alongside the Kiramman family and some funding from other members of the Council; Viktor reached a considerable amount of power in comparison to his position as Heimerdinger's assistant, and the good thing about it is that his face was not the one in the spotlight, so both respect and hidden power were now things he had.
It all began after you finished creating the Hexgates, leaving the projects of the Atla's Gauntlets and the Hexclaw available to make.
Viktor and you focused on the Hexclaw: your equations were precise, and Viktor was quite handy at putting the mechanism together.
However, you were requested to begin an investigation on your own, which took away any possible time you could spend working with Viktor.
Although it made him mad, he considered it an opportunity.
He played his first card.
"Are you sure you want to ask him for help?" you questioned, hugging a pile of documents you were moving to your new lab.
Viktor's cane clanked on the floor with every step he took, precise, a bit impatient. "I thought you said he was quite smart," he teased.
"And I wasn't lying, but he's applying for an internship in Demacia." Your steps stop, facing him worried. "Do you think he can handle the Hexclaw when his mind is elsewhere?"
His hand flew to your chin, pulling you close enough to leave a gentle kiss on your forehead.
"Maybe I could teach him how to work under pressure."
His voice came out calm, a bit sweeter than you were used to hearing from him. His fingers curled into your hair as your head hid in the crook of his neck, relaxing to his fiery woody scent.
That devilish shadow his eyes transformed into went by unnoticed.
When he asked your unsuccessful suitor to work alongside him, the boy couldn't be happier, over the moon enough to turn a blind eye to the uneasy feeling growing in his gut whenever Viktor glanced at him. He told himself it was nothing but nervousness and the stress the future internship provided. 
They both worked hard to finish the Hexclaw soon and efficiently, resulting in a long month where Viktor dealt with the unrequited feelings the boy had for you. Not a day passed by without his golden eyes staring at one of the hammers they worked with for longer than he should, contemplating the option of throwing it right to his face if he dared speak another word. The thought left his mind every time, remembering a good plan required to be followed by the book.
As the days went by, Viktor persuaded his new assistant to stay in Demacia after his internship, so he better start notifying his loved ones he won't be returning soon to Piltover.
 It wasn't crazy advice given how isolationist Demacia was known to be. His words were calculated and precise, sugarcoated enough to dress up as genuine advice for the naive guy, making him follow the destructive suggestion thoroughly.
The day came when the Hexclaw was set and finished, making both men look satisfied and impressed with the hard work they put into it. It was past midnight by then, leaving the moon as the only witness of the successful tragedy that awaited.
Our little fool packed his things quickly, aware the ship, supposed to take him to another nation, would set sail soon. 
"Care to stay a little longer?" Viktor's voice came from behind him, dark enough to give him the chills. "We still have one thing left unsolved."
"And what would that be?" He finished packing, grabbing his bag as he turned to face Viktor.
He didn't expect to see him wearing the Hexclaw's glove, freezing in his place when he realized his hand pointed directly at him.
Just like the Hexclaw behind him.
The unkind smirk on Viktor's lips sent the poor boy a warning signal, bag falling to the floor, as stiff as him before his executioner.
He didn't quite grasp if the slight purple shimmer in Viktor's eyes was caused by the lack of light in the lab or by something else.
"The lethality proof, of course." Viktor laughed.
The boy didn't have enough time to scream.
Your body turned when the sound of the bedroom door slamming behind you echoed through the walls, being greeted soon after by Viktor's lips smashing yours furiously. Such impulsiveness in intimacy was rare to find whit him, but you didn't mind it, nor the faint irony scent that seemed to adorn his hands.
You kissed back, gradually getting used to the hunger his kiss made you experiment. Your legs met the edge of your bed, leaving you no time to react before Viktor pinned you down against the mattress, impatient fingers almost ripping the clothes off your skin.
Your hands held his cheeks once he managed to have you entirely exposed, admiring the unfamiliar glow in his eyes. "Are we celebrating something?" you asked, gasping for the air he stole.
He smirked, tracing his fingers down your neck as his lips kindly brushed your ear.
"I made a great discovery."
You would have asked something else if your mind hadn't left your body as soon as his lips met the soft skin of your neck, devouring and licking the path down your collarbone as he left red bruises wherever he kissed. The burning sensation of his marks hazing your mind as he travelled lower, your hands tousling the soft waves of his hair as the sounds of your whimpers mixed in a melody he could never get tired of.
Viktor contemplated his work of art once he reached your inner thighs: the body that drove him insane, now visibly belonging to him without anyone worth questioning; your wetness covered the sheets, lips swollen from his greeting and the uneven breaths you let out, no part of you left untouched. He smiled to himself, lowering his face against your dripping cunt.
"You have no idea how much I adore this view," he murmured proudly, the smile never abandoning his face.
Your response took the form of a moan when his tongue took control of your insides, kindly swirling it around as your sweet taste numbed his senses.
He needed it, he needed you, along with the satisfaction of calling you 'his' without a soul interfering.
Your back arching to his mouth working wonders on you was more than enough reward, his name being the only coherent word you could pronounce as you begged him for more. Only his caresses could get you going.
Not anyone's but his.
Only his.
Only him.
He sucked your clit with pleasure as two slender fingers replaced his mouth, delighted by your agitated moans as his digits curled right into the spot he knew how to reach with ease. Your grinding against his face became faster, erratic, letting him know a little more attention would drive you over the edge. His eyes looked up to your tensing neck before his body followed, his thumb taking the place of his mouth and pressing in your clit as his fingers hit your sweet spot.
"I love you."
His words made you open your eyes to stare at him, contemplating something rather new about him. He seemed greater, somehow prouder and happier, seeing you contorting in pleasure under his touch.
You let out a heavy sight, watching him lower his body atop yours. "I love you too."
He dragged your moaning to a kiss, gently grabbing you by the neck as it deepened and his pace turned faster inside you.
Pure worship and adoration flooded his eyes when he pulled away, the grip on the sides of your neck unhurriedly tightening.
"Are you mine?" He whispered over your lips.
Your response was wrapped between whimpers when the caresses on your clit became indescribably delightful and faster.
"Fuck. I'm yours, Vik, only yours."
He smirked, deciding it was time to remind you how pleasurable his company could be. His tongue met yours as your mind couldn't do anything but focus on the sensations on every single part of your body, the hand on your neck travelling to your nipples, playing with them and scratching down your breast.
He couldn't help but moan when he felt your orgasm on his fingers, bringing his mouth back down to taste every bit left he could, both calming you down and making you want more from the new stimulation.
Your hands flew to his hair once again, making him come up to lay on your chest as your fingers twisted some of his chestnut locks.
"So," you began, barely catching your breath, "what was that for?"
His fingers drew abstract figures on your belly, tracing upwards.
"The Hexclaw is now ready to be used."
Any sigh of tiredness vanished from your body to the news, proceeding to sit on the mattress, hugging your boyfriend's body and showering him with praise and kisses on his cheeks and nape, well aware of the amount of time and effort he put into this project.
Once you calmed down, Viktor laid his head back on your shoulder, enjoying the sudden joyful ambience the room gained.
"And what was your great discovery?"
Viktor's subtle stiffness remained unnoticed when replaced shortly with a light giggle that left a smile on his lips. He glanced at you from the corner of his eye, satisfied.
"The Hexclaw turned out more powerful than anticipated, a bit, uhm, lethal, if you may."
Your head slightly tilted to the side, allowing him to softly kiss the marks that covered it. "So the prototype was successful, I assume."
You felt his smirk on your neck, unable to see the lovely darkness it hid.
"More than successful, love."
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Taglist: @scorpio-echo @hpapyrus @senha-fraca @helloyellowsheeps @mischievous-piltovian @emprixnix
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Precious Possession
Yandere!Viktor x f!Reader | NSFW +18 | wc: 2.4k | Viktor wasn't one to share what he feared losing, especially when it came to you, so he decided to take matters into his own hands when an unfortunate guy lays his eyes on you.
Warnings: Out-of-character-and-possessive!Viktor, hickeys, oral, fingering, scratching.
Requested by a lovely anon <3
A/N: I didn’t write the usual Yandere archetype since I felt it wouldn’t suit Viktor, so I made it a bit more implicit and calculated. Enjoy <3
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Evolving is a fundamental part that ties everything around us: a tiny leaf on fire could easily transform into a forest fire if it's not taken care of before it burns its surroundings.
You didn't notice when Viktor's fire ignited in the first place: he managed to hide it so well you couldn't see the forest fire it turned into, not even when it consumed something more than trees. 
No one could, and he would make sure no one would.
When Viktor first saw you, he thought you gorgeous, ethereal to say the least, but wasn't hooked to you until your mouth opened to participate in Heimerdingers's classes: you were intelligent, and every word you pronounced was so eloquent and assertive everyone in the room, including him, was gladly impressed by what you had to say.
His first thought was that maybe, just maybe, you two could share a similar view on what you wanted to achieve with your future projects.
He lightly shook his head and avoided that thought, considering he perhaps wouldn't even have the opportunity to talk to you, so better not to idealize the future. After all, he already felt the piercing disgust glances the other students gave him because of his disability and for coming from the Undercity.
The possibility of you making a similar remark if he approached was something he'd rather avoid.
Luckily for him, you made the first move and approached him between classes. He was sitting under a tree in the gardens, reading a book and taking mental notes on what could be important for future lectures.
"What are you reading?" You questioned him friendly, a subtle welcoming smile peeking through your lips.
You were also intrigued by him: his undeniable elegant looks mixed with conviction and persistence were rare to find. It was not a secret he was Zaunite, but that only meant he got to work harder than anyone from Piltover to get into The Academy, even more, to earn a scholarship, something you found worth admiring.
He didn't expect you to talk to him first, but he appreciated the gesture since he did want to make friends, something he wasn't able to in his time in the Undercity.
He answered your question and invited you to sit down next to him. You talked for hours, from academic stuff to personal ambitions. A warmth began to blossom inside Viktor's chest as he saw how attentively you were listening to what he had to say. 
No judgment, no complaints or mistreatments like he used to receive.
You didn't know it then, and wouldn't have the chance to, but that spark of attention you gave him slowly became addictive for him, finally achieving something he craved for so long. Your warmth, your laugh, your eyes laid on his; what could seem insignificant for others turned into something necessary for him, almost mandatory, making his golden eyes glow brighter when he was around you.
But such a divine gem didn't remain unnoticed by others' eyes. Glances were thrown at you when you walked in the hallways or even discreetly in class, some wholesome and tender, others a bit hungry for a taste.
You weren't aware of them, just wondered the reason most people were so kind and attentive towards you. Viktor was conscious, more than he should have been for his own good. He noticed every stare, every comment made about you.
He hated it, all of it, but the tension in the smile he gave you was always well hidden.
He made subtle comments about how you always seemed to catch the crowd's eye, but you always replied none of those stares was meaningful to you.
"What about mine?" he asked you once, golden eyes shining in intrigue.
He saw you let out a sighed smile before your touch reached his cheeks and his grip let go of his cane. You kissed him, all strength leaving his body as his lips melted on yours.
The fire grounded down, but its flames became harder for Viktor to endure.
The tragedy's catalyzer came in the shape of a guy you became friends with, and the crush he developed on you hit Viktor harder than any other comment or stare.
For the first time, he felt threatened to lose you.
You didn't follow his flirting attempts: you weren't interested in him and brushed him off constantly. Yet Viktor's desire to get rid of him grew mercilessly big as time passed: he'd never despised someone so viscerally before. How dare he get close to what's rightfully his? His teeth clenched and knuckles often turned white from the serried grip on his cane whenever he saw him talking to you.
Regardless, he never let you get any glimpse of them. He wanted him gone but had to play his cards with care. Eyes were already on him for being from the Undercity; one wrong move and not only would he lose you, but his chance to achieve his dream.
It was okay, he could wait. And so he did as the fire scattered the grass underneath his feet, getting closer and closer to the trees where his target unknowingly hid.
Luckily, the opportunity struck at the right time. He met Jayce, and after the mess they both caused, you three started working on Hextech together: with Mel Medarda as their main patron, alongside the Kiramman family and some funding from other members of the Council; Viktor reached a considerable amount of power in comparison to his position as Heimerdinger's assistant, and the good thing about it is that his face was not the one in the spotlight, so both respect and hidden power were now things he had.
It all began after you finished creating the Hexgates, leaving the projects of the Atla's Gauntlets and the Hexclaw available to make.
Viktor and you focused on the Hexclaw: your equations were precise, and Viktor was quite handy at putting the mechanism together.
However, you were requested to begin an investigation on your own, which took away any possible time you could spend working with Viktor.
Although it made him mad, he considered it an opportunity.
He played his first card.
"Are you sure you want to ask him for help?" you questioned, hugging a pile of documents you were moving to your new lab.
Viktor's cane clanked on the floor with every step he took, precise, a bit impatient. "I thought you said he was quite smart," he teased.
"And I wasn't lying, but he's applying for an internship in Demacia." Your steps stop, facing him worried. "Do you think he can handle the Hexclaw when his mind is elsewhere?"
His hand flew to your chin, pulling you close enough to leave a gentle kiss on your forehead.
"Maybe I could teach him how to work under pressure."
His voice came out calm, a bit sweeter than you were used to hearing from him. His fingers curled into your hair as your head hid in the crook of his neck, relaxing to his fiery woody scent.
That devilish shadow his eyes transformed into went by unnoticed.
When he asked your unsuccessful suitor to work alongside him, the boy couldn't be happier, over the moon enough to turn a blind eye to the uneasy feeling growing in his gut whenever Viktor glanced at him. He told himself it was nothing but nervousness and the stress the future internship provided. 
They both worked hard to finish the Hexclaw soon and efficiently, resulting in a long month where Viktor dealt with the unrequited feelings the boy had for you. Not a day passed by without his golden eyes staring at one of the hammers they worked with for longer than he should, contemplating the option of throwing it right to his face if he dared speak another word. The thought left his mind every time, remembering a good plan required to be followed by the book.
As the days went by, Viktor persuaded his new assistant to stay in Demacia after his internship, so he better start notifying his loved ones he won't be returning soon to Piltover.
 It wasn't crazy advice given how isolationist Demacia was known to be. His words were calculated and precise, sugarcoated enough to dress up as genuine advice for the naive guy, making him follow the destructive suggestion thoroughly.
The day came when the Hexclaw was set and finished, making both men look satisfied and impressed with the hard work they put into it. It was past midnight by then, leaving the moon as the only witness of the successful tragedy that awaited.
Our little fool packed his things quickly, aware the ship, supposed to take him to another nation, would set sail soon. 
"Care to stay a little longer?" Viktor's voice came from behind him, dark enough to give him the chills. "We still have one thing left unsolved."
"And what would that be?" He finished packing, grabbing his bag as he turned to face Viktor.
He didn't expect to see him wearing the Hexclaw's glove, freezing in his place when he realized his hand pointed directly at him.
Just like the Hexclaw behind him.
The unkind smirk on Viktor's lips sent the poor boy a warning signal, bag falling to the floor, as stiff as him before his executioner.
He didn't quite grasp if the slight purple shimmer in Viktor's eyes was caused by the lack of light in the lab or by something else.
"The lethality proof, of course." Viktor laughed.
The boy didn't have enough time to scream.
Your body turned when the sound of the bedroom door slamming behind you echoed through the walls, being greeted soon after by Viktor's lips smashing yours furiously. Such impulsiveness in intimacy was rare to find whit him, but you didn't mind it, nor the faint irony scent that seemed to adorn his hands.
You kissed back, gradually getting used to the hunger his kiss made you experiment. Your legs met the edge of your bed, leaving you no time to react before Viktor pinned you down against the mattress, impatient fingers almost ripping the clothes off your skin.
Your hands held his cheeks once he managed to have you entirely exposed, admiring the unfamiliar glow in his eyes. "Are we celebrating something?" you asked, gasping for the air he stole.
He smirked, tracing his fingers down your neck as his lips kindly brushed your ear.
"I made a great discovery."
You would have asked something else if your mind hadn't left your body as soon as his lips met the soft skin of your neck, devouring and licking the path down your collarbone as he left red bruises wherever he kissed. The burning sensation of his marks hazing your mind as he travelled lower, your hands tousling the soft waves of his hair as the sounds of your whimpers mixed in a melody he could never get tired of.
Viktor contemplated his work of art once he reached your inner thighs: the body that drove him insane, now visibly belonging to him without anyone worth questioning; your wetness covered the sheets, lips swollen from his greeting and the uneven breaths you let out, no part of you left untouched. He smiled to himself, lowering his face against your dripping cunt.
"You have no idea how much I adore this view," he murmured proudly, the smile never abandoning his face.
Your response took the form of a moan when his tongue took control of your insides, kindly swirling it around as your sweet taste numbed his senses.
He needed it, he needed you, along with the satisfaction of calling you 'his' without a soul interfering.
Your back arching to his mouth working wonders on you was more than enough reward, his name being the only coherent word you could pronounce as you begged him for more. Only his caresses could get you going.
Not anyone's but his.
Only his.
Only him.
He sucked your clit with pleasure as two slender fingers replaced his mouth, delighted by your agitated moans as his digits curled right into the spot he knew how to reach with ease. Your grinding against his face became faster, erratic, letting him know a little more attention would drive you over the edge. His eyes looked up to your tensing neck before his body followed, his thumb taking the place of his mouth and pressing in your clit as his fingers hit your sweet spot.
"I love you."
His words made you open your eyes to stare at him, contemplating something rather new about him. He seemed greater, somehow prouder and happier, seeing you contorting in pleasure under his touch.
You let out a heavy sight, watching him lower his body atop yours. "I love you too."
He dragged your moaning to a kiss, gently grabbing you by the neck as it deepened and his pace turned faster inside you.
Pure worship and adoration flooded his eyes when he pulled away, the grip on the sides of your neck unhurriedly tightening.
"Are you mine?" He whispered over your lips.
Your response was wrapped between whimpers when the caresses on your clit became indescribably delightful and faster.
"Fuck. I'm yours, Vik, only yours."
He smirked, deciding it was time to remind you how pleasurable his company could be. His tongue met yours as your mind couldn't do anything but focus on the sensations on every single part of your body, the hand on your neck travelling to your nipples, playing with them and scratching down your breast.
He couldn't help but moan when he felt your orgasm on his fingers, bringing his mouth back down to taste every bit left he could, both calming you down and making you want more from the new stimulation.
Your hands flew to his hair once again, making him come up to lay on your chest as your fingers twisted some of his chestnut locks.
"So," you began, barely catching your breath, "what was that for?"
His fingers drew abstract figures on your belly, tracing upwards.
"The Hexclaw is now ready to be used."
Any sigh of tiredness vanished from your body to the news, proceeding to sit on the mattress, hugging your boyfriend's body and showering him with praise and kisses on his cheeks and nape, well aware of the amount of time and effort he put into this project.
Once you calmed down, Viktor laid his head back on your shoulder, enjoying the sudden joyful ambience the room gained.
"And what was your great discovery?"
Viktor's subtle stiffness remained unnoticed when replaced shortly with a light giggle that left a smile on his lips. He glanced at you from the corner of his eye, satisfied.
"The Hexclaw turned out more powerful than anticipated, a bit, uhm, lethal, if you may."
Your head slightly tilted to the side, allowing him to softly kiss the marks that covered it. "So the prototype was successful, I assume."
You felt his smirk on your neck, unable to see the lovely darkness it hid.
"More than successful, love."
_________
Taglist: @scorpio-echo @hpapyrus @senha-fraca @helloyellowsheeps @mischievous-piltovian @emprixnix
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Picture a brunette, tattooless Vi. I SAW A GIRL WHO LOOKS EXACTLY LIKE THAT TODAY AT CAMPUS AND I WANTED TO TALK TO HER BUT CHICKENED OUT LAST MINUTE.
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I'm talking to her if I see her again I swear.
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