#Arcane Viktor x reader

[angelltheninth]

Lesson Learned

Pairing: Professor!Viktor x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, classroom sex, orgasm control, desk sex, almost getting caught, dirty talk, secret relationship, co-workers, teasing, fingering, sexy lingerie

Word count: 1.6k

A/N: Part of my 15k follower event! The prompt for this one was 'Viktor + Professor AU', which had my brain going ever since I saw it. It makes sense in canon too, I think he would have made a great professor. I don't know how this got lost in my drafts for so long cause it's been done for a loooong time lmao, my bad everyone!

Many people argued that Viktor worked too much, he would argue that he didn't work hard enough. He's seen many brilliant minds get let down by the Academy, his friend Jayce once among them. Which is why he decided to become a professor, to nurture and encourage new people of any background not to give up. He very well loved amongst his students because of this.

"You're certainly popular." You looked over all the letters and flowers on his desk. "I think you got more of this than any professor today."

"Sounds like someone's jealous of me." Viktor moved the papers off his desk after looking over dozens maybe over a hundred letters today. "Is it me or the students you're jealous of?" He smirked when he saw how you were looking at the flowers.

You plucked one from the bouquet and threw it in his general direction. He heaved forward and caught it just before it hit the ground. You thought he was gonna put it back but instead he offered it forward.

"For you." You rolled your eyes at his gesture but you did accept it. He was sweet even when he was tired. "Am I the last one here?"

"No there's a few more professors tonight. Since it's exam season everyone's been working double time. Or I guess normal time for you." It was written all over his face, the tired smiles, the way too many cups of coffee he drank, the half-eaten lunches that he would only finish when the work day was over. "Do you still have papers to grade? I'll help you out."

"There's only a few more. Shouldn't take more than an hour so I can finish that tomorrow." Viktor walked over to the classroom door and shut the blinds before turning the lock. The clock sent a shiver down your spine and a pleasant throbbing in your lower belly. "I've been meaning to ask you, what's the real reason you came here tonight?"

"What do you mean? To see you." Viktor didn't buy that excuse. He walked behind you, his cane thumping a little harder on the floor then moments before.

He placed the flowers and his suitcase with the letters and the exams beside the desk and patted his hand on the now empty surface. You started to turn around so you could take a seat but he tapped the desk with his cane in warning, a series of quick taps that made your body respond and your cheeks flush. "How?" You asked with a shaky breath.

"Bend over first. I want to see what you have on for me." Oh. Well then he's not gonna be disappointed at all. You felt his slim fingers rubbing your thigh up and down, pulling your dress up over your hips and then tracing the dark red edge of your panties. "This all for stress release? You really do go above and beyond for me. And you had this on all day?"

"Not all day. I changed when my classes ended." You're bold but not bold enough to wear crochless underwear all day.

"You wanted me to have ease of access, how nice of you." His fingers plunged into your pussy, "No resistance? Darling, you were horny long before you stepped foot in here weren't you?"

You clenched your cunt around his fingers when you felt them all the way inside you. Viktor moved them quickly, way quicker then he could move his hips, way harder too, giving you the hard fucking he knew you craved with your whole being. Otherwise you wouldn't have worn this sexy little thing. "I was just thinking about you. This is how wet you make me. It's a real problem don't you think?" Viktor hummed in agreement and curled his fingers upwards, "And when you have a problem you talk to one of the best professors in the Academy. Simple as that. I'm surprised you couldn't figure that out."

Viktor stepped forward, pressing his bulge against your wetness, his hands on desk as he let his cane lean against the corner of the said desk. "It is a real problem. One can't have his girlfriend walking around, dripping wet like payed for whore. Just because no one knows that we're fucking doesn't mean you can get away with behaving like this." Moments after he stepped away from you there was a very familiar sign of a zipper followed by the even more familiar push of his cockhead against your throbbing pussy.

He kept you tightly pressed against the desk and himself, teasing you without entering. This stillness seemed to go on for a while. When you tried to push further against him to take more of his cock he pushed you harder against the desk.

"Come like this. With just my tip inside." You knew he could feel your walls flutter against him, could feel you drip down his cock and onto the floor. "What's the matter? I thought you wanted me to fix your problem."

"If this is how you fix problems I'm questioning your credentials." One of his hands pushed against your shoulder, all the way down onto the desk so when you turned your head you looked at his name tag on the desk, reminding you that you were in his classroom, you had to follow his rules. When he was in your classroom did the same, moaning and holding off on finishing through all your teasing and pussyjobs.

The hand that pushed you down was now back on your hip, making sure you don't go anywhere. He still didn't move or show any intent of sinking in deeper, no matter how tempting your warm, wet cunt was. You wanted all of him not just the tip, his whole cock, fucking you like you wanted, how you craved it. But for that to happen you knew what your task was, you knew you had to come.

So you let your imagination run wild, think back to another time when you were in here, but then he was back down on the floor and you on top of him, he had his hands on your tits, pinching your nipples as he held your legs open with his and wildly thrust his cock in and out of your pussy. He got in so deep then, very different from now, he had no self control over his pace despite how his leg protested, all he cared about was your moans above him and the sloshing wet sounds your sloppy cunt made for him.

"Must be good. Whatever you're thinking of. Your cunt is getting so tight." He finally pushed back a little more but just as fast as he did he pulled back to just the tip.

"The last time we were in here." You felt his cock twitch. Almost there, you were so close to getting what you wanted.

"An interesting choice. Did you like me underneath you then? Did you like me being that deep inside you? I believe your exact words were 'balls deep' weren't they?" They were and you wanted it again. You wanted it so bad, you could almost feel it, you could come just from that memory.

As your pussy started to clench around you and your orgasm flow through your body Viktor pushed in the whole way, catching the very start of your orgasm, filling your begging cunt with his cock. You moaned at the feeling of his cock twitching inside you as you came, encouraging Viktor to finally start thrusting back and forth fucking your orgasm out of you.

It wasn't as fast as with his fingers earlier but it didn't have to be. "Shut up." You whimpered, unable to fulfil his command this time, "No seriously darling, shut up."

Your eyes finally focused enough to see a shadow approaching the door. Since you couldn't stop making sounds you placed both hands over your mouth and Viktor leaned forward over your body, his hands digging into the desk.

"Professor Viktor? Are you still working sir?" Asked the person behind the door.

"Yes, very late night, lots to do. But don't worry, something tells me I'm about to finish fast." You heard him laugh behind you then hum when he sunk in all the way, "Really soon."

"Well... alright then, just remember to lock up when you're done. See you tomorrow Professor." With every further step Viktor got rougher, his breath coming out short against your moans. You're not sure your orgasm ever stopped through all of this.

"So naughty. Coming around my cock while I'm talking to a colleague of ours. At least I had the decency to wait until they left." The heavy Academy door shut close in the distance and your moan finally echoed around the classroom again, mixing with Viktor's, jets of his sticky cum painting the inside of your pussy. It was a good thing he wasn't too heavy, you didn't mind him laying over you to catch his breath, you needed it too. "Did that solve your problem, Professor?"

You nodded. "For now. But I might need it again when we get back home. And speaking of problems I think you may have made another one for me." You could almost hear the gears in his head turning, trying to figure it out, "I need you to go get my underwear. I can't walk home... dripping everywhere."

"Oh! Of course I will. Right away." He debated on that statement when he heard the way you moaned as he pulled out. Viktor stumbled a little as he put his pants back on and picked his cane back up and kissed your cheek before starting to walk out the door.

As you stretched your body you caught glimpse of the flower he gave you earlier. "Okay, maybe I was a little jealous."

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[kitt357]

Arcane Viktor with an artist S/O headcanons

He'd be quite intrigued whenever you draw. He'd want to watch the process of how something can go from being an idea to a work of art

He compares that ideology to science a lot and may sometimes get you to sketch a finished product design based on a description or idea he gives you.

If you're not sciencey, he'll tell you to go wild and creative over it, and from there, he can narrow it down to what the council might like. It gives him an excuse for you to spend time with him in the lab and watch your sketch, even if neither of you say anything

From then, he enjoys having you around in the lab doing a rough sketch for something he and jayce are trying to build. He likes how you can both combine two different skills for one whole project, and for something you can both be a part of

If you put down your ability, telling him it's not as useful as science, he'd stop you right in your tracks, telling you how you need art to design, to plan before you can build, to promote something, he'll remind you that art is all around you, even in the smallest things

He keeps a set of art supplies in the lab should you go over one day to visit, to help, or if you fancy drawing/making something in a new location.

Always has spares of something you use. If a particular pencil breaks or a paint brush becomes unusable, he'll have some stored away somewhere and will surprise you by pulling it from behind his back when he tells you to wait and close your eyes, he likes funding your hobby

He may even request drawings or sculptures from you, but small ones to keep on his work desk or to hang around the room, for research purposes is what he tells everyone, but to you, he tells you its because it motivates him, to help inspire something great

He'll definitely get more than a little flushed if he peeks over your shoulder to see you drawing him

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[pathetic-sapphic]

soft viktor headcanons please ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ

Soft Viktor HC's

a/n: thank you for the request, dear anon! i recently wrote Fluffly Viktor HC's so you can also check those out if you want :)

Soft Viktor

Viktor tends to run his hands through his hair a lot whenever he feels stressed or is just deep in thought about something which causes him to have a very messy and mussed-up hairstyle most of the time.

Doesn't have the best eyesight and owns a pair of reading glasses but foregoes them whenever he's at the laboratory because it's too bothersome for him to take them off whenever he is putting on safety goggles. Thinks he looks like a nerd when he has them on, but they actually suit him quite well and make him even more handsome than he usually looks.

He is so bad at cooking that it's endearing. How such a smart and calculated man can be so clumsy at something like that is honestly beyond me but he does his best, which is all that matters in the end.

Unconsciously chews on his pen when stuck on a particularly damning equation or problem. Jayce points it out from time to time, but Viktor stubbornly refuses to admit it despite the deformed look that all of his pens possess.

Science and engineering books aren't the only reading material he's interested in. Viktor loves a good romance novel to curl up with. He would never admit it but when you two were still in the flirting and dancing around each other stages of your relationship, he often imagined the two of you in fluffy situations that the protagonists of his favorite novels found themselves in.

He would love to have a cat at his apartment but since he is so busy, it only remains as wishful thinking. (Of course, once you two move in together you adopt a stray cat named Hex.) (And of course, Viktor is the one who named it.)

Wherever he is and whatever he is doing, Viktor makes sure to never forget where his roots lie and why he is still here today. He is a very righteous and hard-working man who only wants the best for his people and loved ones. It's the only motivation he needs to stay alive and keep going.

Soft moments with you

We all know how utterly in love with you this scientist is as he never hides it in front of anyone. He loves showing off his beautiful partner to his colleagues and will praise you to high heaven to anyone who listens. His whole demeanor seems brighter and more relaxed whenever you visit his workplace or when you keep him company at those pretentious galas. Everything is easier and the world is brighter as long as he has you by his side.

Viktor is a very attentive and considerate lover. He loves listening to you talk about your interests and will try to keep up with them. If there is a book you like, he makes sure to read it so that you two can discuss it together. Do you want to go to a newly-opened museum? Well, why not make a date out of it? He also notices when your eyes linger for too long on a certain trinket whenever you visit the markets so he makes sure to buy it when you're not looking and gifts it to you later. For him, the greatest gift of all is the sparkle of happiness in your enchanting eyes.

He very much appreciates your attention and feedback when it comes to his work and inventions. If he happens to be stuck on a certain mechanism and you offer advice that genuinely helps, he'll gather you in his arms and plant soft kisses all over your smiling cheeks. You never cease to amaze him and he loves you for that.

You cannot imagine how much it means to him to have someone who accompanies him on the bad days. Your support and soft touches make the pain so much more bearable and he feels like the luckiest man in the world to have someone as lovely as you stay by his side for better or for worse.

Viktor loves praising you, whether it be your looks, your good heart, or your wit. He genuinely finds you beautiful and you will often catch him looking wistfully at your features, daydreaming about kissing them and softly tracing them with his calloused fingers.

Place your lips softly on his beauty marks and watch him turn to putty in your hands. He craves your closeness and your touch, as he thinks that your embrace is worthy of going to war for.

Genuinely tears up whenever you gift him something thoughtful, doesn't matter if it's a science book that he's been eyeing for months or a pretty rock that made you think of his soft almond eyes. He is so grateful for your generosity and consideration that he'll never be able to put it into words.

Viktor is a very romantic man and shows it without shame. He will take you on lovely dates, give you the most endearing nicknames he can think of, and will always remind you how important you are to him.

Some of his favorite pet names for you include: ljubavi moja (my love), sunce moje (my sun), anđele moj (my angel), and, in English, he loves calling you his darling or his heart.

Some of his favorite activities with you include sleeping in, cuddling on the couch while reading, doing domestic chores, and stargazing while talking about what the future holds for you two.

He loves to initiate tickle fights. Seeing your face full of unadulterated joy, hearing your loud laugh, and feeling your body tremble and shake underneath his hands makes Viktor's heart skip a beat.

Overall, Viktor is a wonderful person to have as a partner and there will be no shortage of fluffy and soft moments in your life as long as he's around.

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[fairy-writes]

Congrats on reaching 1k, you deserve it! Could you please do Viktor falling asleep listening to his lover’s heartbeat? Or the other way around, either or!

THE SOUND OF YOUR HEARTBEAT

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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

Pairing(s): Viktor x Reader

Prompt: Falling asleep to the sound of the other’s heartbeat (Action Prompt #4)

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Gender Neutral!Reader

Notes: It's super short, but I hope you like it nonetheless!

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It’s early in the morning, before the sun has even risen when Viktor wakes up in a blind panic. He bolts upright, the blankets tangled around his legs.  

His breath comes in quick, panicky gasps. Sweat pours down his back, making his nightshirt stick to his skin. He grips the blanket so tightly that his knuckles whiten. He sniffles and feels a tear or two streak his cheek. 

He had dreamt about Sky again. 

About the Hexcore. 

It was his fault. 

He—

“Viktor?” Comes your sleepy voice, and he turned to see you rubbing your eyes with tired fingers. You sit up in bed and reach for his hand, hesitating when he flinches. Immediately he feels awful. 

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.” He mumbles and feels your arms wrap around his middle, tugging him into your side,

“It’s not a problem at all.” You say, and he relaxes into your touch. He can feel his shoulders slump, the tenseness leaving his body. His breathing slows, and slowly, his hands unclench from the blanket. After a moment, you speak again,

 “Want to talk about it?” You ask, and he shrugs. 

He doesn’t want to talk about it. 

He doesn’t want you to pity him. 

He doesn’t—

You seem to read his mind and instead lay back, tugging him down with you so he lays with his head on your chest, ear right over your heart. 

“We don’t have to talk about it right now.” You whisper, and he slowly wraps an arm around your waist, settling in and simply listening to the ‘thump, thump, thump’ of your heartbeat.

“Thank you.” He whispers, already feeling his eyes droop with exhaustion. 

He feels you press a kiss to his forehead.

“No problem. Happy dreams, Viktor.” You say, and he succumbs to the lull and pull of sleep.

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[honey-tongued-devil]

[Part 1/?] Part 2 is up

Quick Viktor sketch because bark bark bark. Hope you can understand. I have this weird habit to join fandom when they are completely gone, so this is me, hanging sketch inside an empty room.

Bonus: I’ll add a kiss for every reblog /comment that ask me to give him a kiss. Dunno if someone want to do this, but I personally need to kiss this pretty mf

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[writingmysanity]

Rest

Inspired by this lovely fan art!! Please, go and show them some love!! their art is incredible.

Pairing: Viktor x reader

Word count: 1076

A/N: special thanks to this wonderful artist once more for letting me use their image!! Please, go see their work, linked above!! They deserve all the love. As per usual, unbeta'd. We die on this hill. <3

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A sharp cry echoes throughout the apartment, the sound nearly swallowing the distant click that had just come to rest outside your door. Groaning softly, you shift to slide out of bed, met gently with fingers curling around your arm when you stumble into a chest, barely more stable than your own. Grunting, you look up, eyes meeting golden ones circled by exhaustion.

“Sleep, Dove,” he insists, gently pressing you back towards the bed. “I've got her.” flopping back onto the bed unceremoniously, you huff, eyes sliding shut simply at the comfort of your blankets surrounding you. Fighting the urge to dose back off, you frown. 

“You’re exhausted, Viktor,” you grumble, eyes barely peeking open to gaze lovingly up at him. Chuckling, he rubs circles on the meat of your thigh before sliding down to your knee, giving it a pat. 

“As are you,” he hums, glancing at the door tiredly as the cries start again. “But of the two of us, you have her more. Allow me this time,” his voice is soft, tired but laced with a tenderness that makes your heart ache. “I miss her,” you just nod before curling back into bed, sighing happily at being able to get some more sleep. 

He is out of the door before sleep pulls you back under its warmth, a gentle coo echoing between cries, the sound bringing a smile to your face as you lose your fight against sleep. 

There isn't a peep for the rest of the night, sunlight filtering through the window waking you shortly before the silence rests over you. For a moment, it is blissful, silence and warmth enveloping you until worry crashes over you. Viktor had not come to bed last night, you realize as you look at his side of the bed, still neatly tucked, undisturbed. 

Frowning, you toss the blankets to the side, sliding out of bed. Shivering a bit at the early morning chill lingering on the hardwood floors, you don't bother with your slippers as you would normally as you pad to the living room. 

Nothing.

Nothing is out of place, everything folded neatly so the way you had fixed it before you went to bed the night before. Humming in confusion, you tilt your head towards the kitchen, listening for Viktor making a pot of coffee. The man may be busy, but since the pregnancy, he has not once left without making sure you've eaten, and to kiss you goodbye- yet he is nowhere to be found. You half expected to find him on the couch, arm thrown over his eyes as you normally do when he is too tired, or hurting too badly to make it to the room. 

The bar overlooking the kitchen is clear of his work, as is the kitchen table- everything just as clean as you had left it. To most, it wouldn't be perfectly clean, there are dishes in the sink, perhaps a smidge of neglected food left to crust on Aryn's high chair, a few of her smaller toys left to be tossed to the side in your haste. But it is devoid of evidence of Viktor bringing work home with him. 

Sighing, you slide towards Aryn’s room. It wouldn't be the first time he left without wanting to wake you- but you had hoped that it would have lasted a bit longer of him staying in the mornings. He's spoiled you with it, you muse, a smile crossing your features despite the sting. Just outside the room, you can already hear her sweet coos, soft babble talk from her crib. 

Whatever he did to get her to sleep through the night, you would love to know. You haven't slept that well since she was born. 

Laughing softly at the sheer excitement in her tone, you slide in. Nothing is out of place in the room, though you know there were at least a few things out of place. He must have cleaned them up for you. 

“Good morning, beautiful,” you coo back to the smiling face that pops up over the edge of the cradle, her father’s golden eyes meeting yours as a delighted laugh escapes her, but she doesn't lift herself to meet you like she normally does. You don't think much of it until you get closer. “What are you clinging to, my love?” she tugs up, brown tufts sticking out from her tiny fist- followed by a gentle grunt. Peering over the edge of the bed, you cover your mouth to keep from your laugh, melting at the image of your husband curled up in the baby's crib. A blue blanket settled around his middle, he has his arm wrapped around her body, effectively keeping her from wandering- much to her own delight. His head is resting on his other arm, another grunt escaping his lips when Aryn tugs again, a soft sigh leaving his lips.

“Little one,” he grumbles sleepily. “Please not so hard.” he has yet to notice you, not even actually awake at the moment. Clicking your tongue at her, you lean forward, gently prying her little fingers open to give Viktor a reprieve. 

“Is that any way to treat papa?” you sooth her hiccuped exclamation, lip jutting at the disjustice of being unable to abuse her father’s head. Viktor hums appreciatively, one eye creaking open to look up at you, a sleepy smile crossing his features. 

“Good morning, my love,” he hums, his voice thick with sleep, making his accent thicker. Reaching down, you slide your fingers into his hair, soothing his scalp where she had been pulling, earning a sigh. Tentatively, he shifts his arm from around Aryn, fingers wrapping around your wrist gently as he turns his head to brush his lips over your wrist, making you shiver. 

“Good morning,” you offer back, amusement and pure adoration melting you into the side of the crib, balancing on your toes to see him better. “I thought we agreed she sleeps alone.” you grin at his pout, bottom jutting out much like his daughters. 

“No,” he huffs. “We agreed that she would sleep in her own bed.” snorting a laugh, you shake your head. 

“That would normally mean you sleep in your own bed, as well, my love,” his nose twitches a bit, scrunching up his face before it is broken by your favorite crooked smile. 

“I made no such agreement to that.”

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[autumnalmoons]

Truth or deal (sfw)

this was hard to figure out kldjfjf perhaps i'll do a second part with explicit rating, but for now :D

Viktor x fem!Reader | 1.4K

Notes: Academic rivals to allies to lovers, Fake dating, Mutual pining, Allusions to spiciness but nothing descriptive, Pre-Arcane timeline.

If it’s an arrangement simple enough, then why it's getting so difficult to follow through?

Viktor looks toward you, feeling the faint touch of your arms around his neck. You’re dancing too close to his body; not that he minds.

Not that he’s going to tell you so, of course.

Viktor can’t say he fully trusts you—after all, your charms are the reason why he sought you out after the Student Knowledge Contest last year. He can’t help but gaze at your eyes and get lost in them sometimes, perhaps more than he’s willing to admit.

 You’re a brilliant student whose name has appeared in the first places of the grading rank since your enrollment to the Academy. Sometimes atop his, sometimes under.

This reminds him of what you two were doing last Friday night…

“Viktor?” you hum, snatching him out of his fantasies—his memories. “You’ve stopped dancing.”

His grasp on your waist relocates on your hips, feeling the supple skin underneath covered by the soft silk of your green dress, so familiar by now.

“I just saw Robert Yean passing by,” he says. One of your failed suitors, now that he’s here with you. It isn’t possessive behavior, Viktor repeats himself between mumbles against your hair.

“Very insistent man,” you mutter with a smile, sensing Robert’s gaze glued on your back as Viktor and you gently sway side to side with the music flowing around the ballroom.

“Luckily I am one, too,” Viktor says teasingly, his thumb brushing along the apple of your cheek before leaning toward your lips. He understands the nerve of the man wishing to whisk you away, with such a newly established family, a whole future ahead more than the dark, smoky sky in Zaun could ever offer you.

For the deal to work, Viktor had to convince you that trust could run both ways.

Sure, you were competing to be the top of the class, but contrary to the rest of Piltovans side-eying Viktor—silently reminding him of his place under all of them, back to Zaun—you have such soft, caring eyes. Curious, even, once he took a seat next to you at the table in the library.

“I talked with Mr. Xilas about your prototype to clean chemicals from the dam,” you say, taking a glass of wine from a passing waiter, your eyes sweeping over Viktor’s features, to the pearls of sweat sticking to his forehead.

You offer him a sip, rotating the rim of the glass where you left a stain of your red lipstick.

“Thank you, moje sluníĉko.” He takes a sip, locking eyes with you as he places his lips in the mark of your lipstick over the rim’s glass.

Feeling you all flustered, you settle your hand atop his over the cane’s handle. “You should go and talk with him,” you add. “Sweet-talking him a little, hmm?”

Viktor sighs. “Unless it’s you, I don’t think I can do it that well.”

Your giggle makes him smile, loving the way your eyes crinkle in happy crescent moons, a warm feeling of pride extending inside his chest.

"Ow, my tooth hurts!" you say, fingers pressing your left cheek. "From so much cheesiness."

Viktor pokes at your sides, holding you close to feel the curves of your body against his when you try to wiggle out of his tickling grasp. "You little troublemaker, you scared me."

“You’re so silly.”

“You hurt me, my love.” He says, giving you back the glass of wine, brushing your fingers with his in a premeditated movement that makes your stance feel all wobbly. "But perhaps you could help me with the sweet talk, hmm? I don’t think it’ll be a good idea to call the merchant ‘my sunshine’, or ‘my love,’ don’t you think?”

“Hmm. No, unless you’d want me to be jealous?”

Viktor kisses your temple. “Perhaps later tonight. I might need some nibbles.”

Taking him by the hand, you two settle on the windowsill overseeing the balcony, with the breeze of the afternoon making contact with the bare skin of your back. Viktor’s right hand rubs gentle circles in there to soothe your shivering.

“You should’ve brought a sweater,” he muses.

You look at him, eyes pleading and mouth in a pout. “Aren’t you going to give me yours?”

He smirks. “No. I’m cold, too.”

"Such a meanie." Viktor laughs, opening his coat to envelope you within, almost against his chest. "Mmm, better—some nibbles, you say?” You smile, your lips brushing the edge of his collar, putting a red mark of your lipstick over the ivory dress shirt.

“Don’t,” he muses, pretending to be annoyed, yet his heartbeat jumps at smelling the sweet perfume of fruits and lilies. His hands shake slightly the stem of his wine’s cup. “Those stains are difficult to wash.”

“What can I say? You look handsome, Vikky,” you say, playing with the congratulatory badge reading 1st place Engineering Contest: 45 Edition. “I’m lucky for you to be my fake boyfriend.”

“You’re also breathtaking today." Though he doesn't repeat your phrase. He can't still decide if he tells you that.

At first, it’d been a clear enough arrangement—a fake boyfriend to keep you away from the annoying suitors, and for him, a charming socialite who could push his ideas around the wealthy Piltovan minds sponsoring the Academy. But the simplicity had worn out as month passed and Viktor wanted to invite you out to more dates.

To simply sit down outside the library to talk until the sun dipped in the horizon. And it didn’t help you let him get so close Viktor has memorized the features of your face so he could imagine it at night when you’re not in his bed.

Because it wasn’t part of the deal, you’re lovers only when the doors are open and the curtains withdrawn. And yet that faithful rainy day, you two stumbled over the threshold of his apartment soaking wet, the fine-crafted clothes of the academy uniform glued to your curves.

He couldn’t look away, and you didn’t mind it, either, settling your back against the cold entrance door as Viktor’s lips sought out yours, trying to impregnate himself with your taste.

"Perhaps we should return home today?" he says before he's even able to tell what just got out of his mind. Not that he could lie to you, only hide.

"Before Heimerdinger' speech about the Academy Anniversary?"

“I’d rather hear your voice.”

You laugh. “Vikky…”

“Everyone here thinks I’m whispering loving things to your ear,” Viktor says, nuzzling his nose against your neck when he sees one of the suitors sent by your mother watching you from afar. “Might as well sell the part.” So much, he’s starting to believe it.

“You do sell the part really well,” you mutter, liking how his now familiar hand always cradles the small curve in your back.

It's a straightforward deal, really. Even if you come from the Undercity, your parents had built quite a reputation behind them; not only a family rising from the abyss to the riches above by mere luck, no, this was a hard-work endeavor paired with an endless list of qualities you must master if wishing to have the family last name.

If it's so easy, why does Viktor dread the day when the deal will end?

Even when he wishes to hold you forever…

“Alright,” you say, looking at the sky turning orange. “Let’s go to your place, maybe? I like your mattress the best.”

Viktor chuckles. “It’s not like we’re going to have much sleep tonight, I assume.”

You poke his cheek, Viktor’s fingers wrapped along your wrist that he slowly drags toward his mouth, where he settles to brush his lips against the sensible skin there.

“You’re taking advantage of my inability to say no to you.” Your hands are by now yearning to cup his cheeks, reminiscent of how the amber in his eyes becomes burnt umber once your body is flush against his. He cradles you between his arms as if you were made of porcelain; as if you were a dream that would slip with the first light of the morning sun. "Shall we go?"

Viktor settles your hand on the crook of his elbow, the movement fluid and gentlemanly mastered by repetition.

"Hmm, we shall, my love," he says, giving you a seemingly innocent peck on the lips, though, at the end of the motion, Viktor decides to get a playful nibble on your lower lip. A promise of what is to come. "We shall."

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[ichorai]

OK COMPUTER ; the series.

a series based on the album ok computer by radiohead for our 8k milestone! fandoms included ; marvel, succession, harry potter, the walking dead, arcane, dc, game of thrones, and bridgerton.

main masterlist. about.

TRACKLIST.

ONE. airbag ; steve rogers (4.3k) five time steve tries to propose to you, and one time he actually does.

TWO. paranoid android ; coriolanus snow. (27k+) when you laughed, airy and light and reminiscent to that of wind chimes, coryo wished he could bottle up the sound and keep it as his, only his.

THREE. subterranean homesick alien ; fred weasley. you were looking up at the stars, and fred was staring right at you, a dopey, lovesick sort of smile playing at the corner of his lips. “do you think there’s life out there?” you asked, but instead of getting an answer, fred surged forward, a hand curling over the back of your neck to pull you closer, freckled nose bumping against your cheek, his warm lips slotting over yours, extinguishing any and all lingering existential questions on the tip of your tongue. 

FOUR. exit music (for a film) ; rick grimes. blood all over your torn shirt, giving way to teeth marks. his horrified eyes met yours. you were bit, it was clear as day—and you had to make sure rick knew a couple things before you left for good.

FIVE. let down ; viktor (arcane). it was his fault, really. he knew better than to fall in love with his coworker, who was just recently engaged to someone else. someone better than him.

SIX. karma police ; dick grayson. he skimmed his fingers down your side—your waist, your hips, your thighs. your chest was rising and falling rhythmically, features mellowed with sleep. he couldn’t help but wonder if “no strings attached” was really a good idea.

SEVEN. fitter happier ; miguel o’hara. there was a dangerous red glint to miguel’s eyes as you stepped between him and the kid. a muttered curse, a clenched fist, a twitching jaw. you weren’t afraid of the man you loved—but maybe you should be.

EIGHT. electioneering ; siobhan roy. tom had said he wanted to watch the two of you—but he didn’t exactly want to, not really. shiv didn’t quite care. it was his loss, after all.

NINE. climbing up the walls ; sansa stark. sansa begins to pull away from you after her father’s death.

TEN. no surprises ; sam wilson. the two of you go off to look for wanda, supposedly in a quaint little town called westview. but in a blink of an eye—you’re a smiling housewife and sam is your loving husband, trapped in a house that didn’t quite feel like home. 

ELEVEN. lucky ; theon greyjoy.  he thinks you look so very pretty laying on the snow, frost clinging to your lashes.

TWELVE. the tourist ; benedict bridgerton. it was typical of him, of course. to fall in love with the traveling artist with keen eyes and calloused hands.

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[thehistoriangirl]

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The Sweeter Trick

Viktor x gn!Reader----626 words---SFW

Summary: You have more than one trick under your sleeve to convince Viktor to go to bed.

Tags: Established Relationship | Domestic Fluff |

The clock had chimed midnight by now, its ticking the only company Viktor had while working on his new project.

Between the scribble of his pencil dragging among calculations and messy blueprints filled with fragments of eraser, Viktor heard the muffled rhythm of your feet against the wooden floor of the hallway. 

“Vitya…” you said, voice groggy; your figure almost shapeless with the oversized fluffy robe of your pajamas, almost like a cloak.

Viktor hummed turning to fully see you after settling his pen down, still comparing two equations to localize where the calculation had gone wrong. “Yes, my love?”

You sat in the armrest of the couch, leaning your body against the outline of the couch to rest your head against his. “Can you stay with me until I fall asleep?” you uttered, your fingers fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. “I’m scared.”

He sighed, pretending to be annoyed for the interruption, though you could hear the smile in his voice. “I told you not to watch that horror movie at night, dove.”

“But today’s the day to watch them!”

“It was,” he pointed out, always the smarty-pants. “It’s past midnight now. You should be in bed.”

“Please, Vikky, Vikky,” you said, pouting and giving him your best puppy eyes. "I'll fall asleep quick."

You saw his eyes flickering as he pondered his options; for once, the crouched position in the couch had given him a sore back, though he also wanted to keep going with his project before any idea could slip off his mind.

“I suppose I can take a small break,” he said, his muscles protesting when he stood up, a groan accompanying his stretches. 

He took the cane, pushing the four empty coffee cups at the center of the table to not knock them over as he passed from the living room to where you were standing in the middle of the dim hallway.

“Come, my love, let’s get you to bed,” he said, going straight to the bedroom where you had already prepared the bed in case Viktor went to sleep with you in his own will, unsuccessfully. Until now, that is.

Your boyfriend tucked you into bed, using your reflexes before he could scoop away, pulling him by the lapel of his shirt so he had no choice but to lay next to you with a sigh. 

Viktor called your name, almost naggingly. Though the sound stopped when you hugged him, making him the little spoon.

“Alright, you have your teddy bear, now go to sleep,” you heard him mumble, his breath drawing goosebumps in the crook of your neck. 

“A very handsome teddy bear,” you said, and he chuckled. 

“Goodnight, my love,” Viktor answered, his lips brushing your neck though his tone was more like a memorandum about you falling asleep than a proper goodbye. 

You looked down at him, his pale skin from days to not have gone to a walk outside, the purple eyebags under those striking golden eyes. 

Taking in his scent, of coffee and ink and citric, you kissed his forehead, bathing him in your warmth and dimming the lamp so the room was barely lit enough to see the pale skin peeking under his baggy night shirt, the hollow ends of his hipbone under the hem of his pajamas. 

When you finished taking him in, you heard Viktor’s snores filling the room, his chest moving a soothing and even motion. 

Smiling that your tactic worked, you slipped one hand toward the end of the blanket, wrapping it around his body as he scooped closer to you, his right leg climbing to rest in your thigh. 

“Goodnight, my love,” you said against his hair, nuzzling into his presence as you too, fell asleep. 

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[zomaeliet]

Controversial opinion: Viktor is NOT my poor little mew mew, he is my badass disabled lover who works his ass off to not be pitied. I love him.

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[kitt357]

Arcane: Viktor with a sleepy s/o headcanons

Honestly, he's jealous with not only the amount of sleep you get but how often and quickly you can fall asleep

He may try to study you, finding you interesting and wanting to know more about why you're so tired and sleepy all the time. But he'll inevitably give up the idea and watches you in content, understanding that's just the type of person you are.

He'll melt if he wakes up one morning, on the rare occasion he does go home, and finds your hands tangled in his hair, gently twirling it in your sleep

Definitely draws shapes against your arm as he waits for you to wake up if he's having a lazy day in.

He'll always keep some pillows and blankets for you in the lab if you happen to stop by and stay a while

Doesn't mind you resting against him if you're sitting on a chair or on his good knee. He finds himself twirling your hair as he's writing or thinking, it helps him focus

He'll surprise you with a warm drink when you wake up and some snacks. He's very much a hypocrite where he won't do these things for himself, but not a single snack will be missing in the cupboard he made for you by his desk

He'll eventually buy a blanket he knows you'll love when he passes by a shop and sees a knitted one in the window with your favourite colours in it

He'll call you his little cocoon if you wrap yourself up in blankets

The cheap sofa jayce brought in gets replaced with a nicer one, and Viktor will spend ages laying in all the different ways you sleep, making sure it's comfortable enough.

He may sometimes join you on the sofa, seeing how comfortable you look. But he won't bury himself in blankets the way you do, maybe a light one on top as he rests beside you. But it won't last long as different ideas flood his brain and the need for work takes over.

He'll read his notes to you as you drift off to sleep either in the lab or at home. He knows you love hearing the sound of his voice, but he'll always tell you he likes to read aloud to make sure his notes are accurate

If he comes home and finds you asleep on the sofa, trying to stay awake waiting for him, he'll put a blanket over you and tuck you in, knowing waking you up is a death sentence, but he'll stay up writing notes or checking plans. But every now and then, he'll smile at you snoring quietly.

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[pathetic-sapphic]

some headcanons for viktor with a soft dom gf

Viktor with a Soft Dom Girlfriend

!! NSFW warning !!

The things you do to this poor man's heart. He never had someone be so caring and yet so strict with him. And you have to be a bit strict, seeing as that man knows little to nothing about self-care. He'll drive himself to an early grave if you don't help him and make him realize he has to eat and sleep properly.

It wouldn't be a bad idea to lay down some ground rules for him. Such as eating three meals a day, drinking enough water and getting 8 hours of sleep. As simple as these things are for others, Vitkor struggles with them but he'll try to do better if he has you to guide him.

He is a very kind and good man, so it's important to reassure him that he's doing everything he can whenever he starts getting frustrated. Tell him that he's doing amazing and how proud of him you are, it'll ease the burden he carries in his heart.

His favorite relaxing activity is laying on the couch or bed with his head in your lap. You love caressing his soft hair and it makes him fall asleep so quickly. Sensing your tender touch on his hair and face as you lovingly gaze at his beautiful features is the best feeling in the world to Viktor.

Be gentle and caring with him on his bad days. You love spoiling him and making him realize he deserves this. He deserves to have someone by his side, someone who will reassure him and share his pain while doing their best to ease it.

Oh, he is so adorable when he blushes. All it takes is lightly gripping his face or sultry whispering in his ear and it'll make him a stuttering, blushing mess. You love teasing him like that whenever the two of you are outside, telling him you'll reward him later as long as he behaves.

Viktor is an obedient and needy lover. He dislikes acting bratty as he much more prefers being rewarded by you and pleasuring you to the best of his abilities. He may get impatient when you tease him but a quick, light slap to his thigh is enough to pacify him.

He is so cute when he begs, his whines are music to your ears so you often overstimulate or edge him. He prefers edging so you use the former as punishment whenever he disobeys you.

Gives you the most adorable puppy eyes whenever he begs to let him please you. Viktor loves being your good boy and wants to prove himself worthy of you so he is very eager to pleasure you.

He is very into body worshipping. Loves kissing and relishing in the beauty of your body, treating you as his goddess. If you're the one appreciating and praising his body, he may tear up a little as his heart is overflowing with his love for you.

Another good punishment for him is bondage. Viktor loves touching you and making you feel good with his fingers so if he broke a rule or disobeyed you in any way, you like to tie his wrists behind his back and making him watch as you masturbate. That will make him apologize in no time, whining and begging you to untie him and service you.

As someone who puts a lot of pressure on himself and has a lot of insecurities, Viktor loves being praised. Call him your good boy and tell him how absolutely beautiful and well-behaved he is for you. He makes literal heart eyes at you whenever you whisper such sweet, alluring words to him.

Aftercare is very important as he is mentally vulnerable and physically exhausted. Give him a light massage and kiss his sweaty body while whispering sweet nothings in his ear. Prepare a bath and make sure he eats and drinks plenty of water. Afterwards, Viktor always clings to you while he sleeps, wearing a satisfied and pleased smile as he dreams about you.

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[fairy-writes]

For the Event (congrats btw)! Viktor (Arcane) and Action Prompt #12 maybe (if it's still available)? It just sounds very sweet, for him to have someone looking after him in ways he might not have had before <3

THIMBLES AND BANDAGES

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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

Pairing(s): Viktor x Reader

Prompt: Mending their lover’s clothes for them (Action Prompt #12)

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Gender Neutral!Reader

Notes: 

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Viktor opens the door to your lab and finds you hunched over at your desk. He frowns, shutting the door behind him. It shuts with a loud boom, but you don’t move, don’t turn, nothing. You are so focused that you don’t move until he sets a hand on your shoulder. 

“Love? What are you working on?” He asks gently, and you jump, dropping a needle and thread onto your desk. 

Wait… 

Needle and thread?

You whirl around, effectively keeping his attention on you instead of what you were working on. 

“Heeeeey Viktor! I didn’t think you’d be stopping by for another hour!” You say nervously, and his frown deepens.

What were you hiding?

He tries to peek around your shoulder, but you move just so so that he can’t.

“What are you hiding?” He asks hesitantly, and your embarrassment turns to panic.

“I’m not hiding anything! I’m just… well…” You trail off, and your shoulder slump. You turn to the side and allow him to see what you have been working on. 

It’s his vest. 

His favorite vest. 

The one he had torn last week when working on a recent Hextech project. He had been underneath the machine, scooting out, when he caught his side and ripped it. It hadn’t helped that he immediately tried to salvage it with grease-stained fingers. The grease had ruined the fabric. He was sure of it. 

Until… somehow… you got ahold of it. 

It was clean, had no spots or stains, and was completely stitched up. 

“You—”

“You said that was your favorite. And… well… I know I’m not that good at sewing, but I figured I’d give it a shot.” You say quickly, and he stares at you in wonder. 

“But why?” He asks slowly, and you shrug with a warm smile,

“Because I like seeing you happy.”

Your smile widens as you watch as he slides the vest on in amazement, looking absolutely delighted at having one of his favorite articles of clothing back and hiding your hands behind your back.

Effectively hiding the thimbles on your fingertips and the little bandages littering your skin.

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[hyperesthesias]

i really want to see a fic where someone is creeping on reader, and viktor smacks the everliving fuck out them with his cane lmao

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[leurdhavemerky]

Funny SFW Viktor x Gn!Reader Headcanons 💖

-Viktor cannot STAND black coffee. Sometimes when you're pissed at him, you "forget" to add creamer or sweetmilk. His face is hilarious.

-He isn't an animal guy- they take lots of time to care for... which he does not have. But when you rescue some kitten off of the streets, he can't help but treat it like a baby. He bought one of those little feather shakers and spends his free time snuggling your kitty. Despite insisting he isn't emotionally attached.

"Fur baby? This is not my fur baby! He's just small and fluffy, that's all. Now stop teasing me," he says, dramatically looking up at you while gently petting the little thing.

-Terrible at interior design. Used to have only a single sad wooden chair at the "dining" table. Note: There is a small crack in the sad wooden chair due to prolonged ponderings. 🪑

"Where do you even buy these things? Most of my decor consists of scattered notes and trinkets." (He is looking at a finger painting of a bird that your toddler cousin made.)

-Viktor is a big fan of meal prepping and has a giant pot's worth of soup or pasta available 24/7. Sometimes he invites you over just to help polish off a hefty tupperware full of fettuccine before it goes bad. He's a surprisingly good cook, whipping up a mean omelet for you on lazy mornings.

-He has calloused and worn hands from writing and tinkering all day. As a gag gift, you buy him those kiddie princess band-aids... your know the ones. After a small mishap, he reaches into the first aid drawer of the lab, only to pull out a smiley anthropomorphic dog. Oh well, he thinks, wrapping it around his finger.

"I see you're wearing the band-aids I bought you, hm?" you tease.

"Very funny," he says, eyes still glued to the bolt he's turning.

-Viktor is nosy when he gets bored. He looks through your books, adding little notes on random pages.

"Spicy, don't you think? I'm sure Heimerdinger wouldn't approve. Tsk tsk, dove." - V

📖🖊

(Written in the best chapter of your romance novel.)

-During academy meetings and events, you have a subtle signal for what is essentially a side eye. Phrases like:

-"Did you hear that right?" 🤨

-"That's crazy talk." 🙄

-"Are you ready to leave?" 🥱

-"Look over there." 👀

Are expressed with two hand-squeezes.

“I love you” is expressed with three.

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Hello this is my first tumblr thing I'm scared thank you goodbye

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[autumnalmoons]

Your late-night company (nsfw, mdni, +18 only)

It's smut bc I'm a horny bitch (lovingly), and because I want him to split me in half--I know he can, like c'mon

Viktor x fem!Reader | 2.1K

Notes: PWP, Established relationship, set kinda between act 1 and act 2, Vaginal Fingering, Innapropiate use of Viktor's cane (sorryyyy), Dom!Viktor if you squint, Cockwarming, Nipple play, English isn't my native language so lemme know if i messed up somewhere :)

Ever since he could hear the echo of your heels reverberate around the lab like a second heartbeat, Viktor knew you were onto something—and such rhythm makes his heart pick up speed too, though Viktor’s faster than each one of your carefree strides against the dark marble floor.

You go, smooching his cheek and surely leaving a pink mark on your lipstick. Not that he minds, of course, he's used to leaving his loving marks on you, too, and even now, he can see the now purplish hickey down your collarbone that you’ve been trying to veil with a silk scarf.

“What brings you here, my darling?” Viktor hums, unconsciously seeking your lips. Is that pink lipstick the one that tastes like cherry? He’s a man of science, he’s ought to investigate.

“Nothing much. I came to bring you home,” you say, hugging his slender frame from behind, your chin hooked in the crook of his shoulder, just over his back brace. “I miss my Vitya so, so much…”

Viktor shivers, trying to ground himself in the domestic, seemingly innocent gesture of a kiss over your temple. "I miss you, too, my jewel. Alas, Progress Day is in a couple of weeks, and we need to have everything ready in case a mishap happens.” He sighs, thick brows furrowing in focus. “As usually does.”

You nod. Of course, you understand that his work is a priority, but you also have a good memory; of those two past days when you went to sleep alone. There are those familiar purple bags under his eyes, only darker.

“Hmm, alright,” you say, massaging his scalp for a bit before wandering around the lab. “Then allow me to make you company. This place is filthy, handsome.”

“Chaos potentiates creativity.”

Your chuckle reverberates around the lab, which causes Viktor to lift his chin a little higher, how easily he can make you happy.

He turns back toward his desk, hearing you going toward the closet supply to get a feathery duster, mumbling a song under your breath as you hop around cleaning surfaces and wiping down machinery with a piece of cloth.

It's only a matter of time before your plan starts, and you have calculated it just as perfectly as Viktor's equations; using your knowledge of the man next to you, his existence is the most amazing creation you've seen—much to Viktor's attempts to surpass it with his machines.

You dust off the drawer next to his desk, ‘accidentally’ knocking off one of the pens tossed over the wooden surface, further down against the wall. "Oops!" you say in your best role of an actress, which isn't that good, only for him to look your way.

The floor is cold as you brush it with your fingers, a fine layer of dust and carbon covering it. One of the windows must be open because you can feel the cold autumn wind brushing under your mischievously short skirt, one of Viktor's favorites, right against your already wet folds that the underwear you chose today isn't meant to cover.

You want him to see. Swaying your hips playfully the moment you feel his gaze burn your back.

Over the purring of the machines, you hear his air leave in a sharp inhale.

Between not wearing panties at all, you choose ones made of black lace and cute, little black ribbons decorating the most… enticing areas. The cloth down your pussy was too small, and you had to choose or covering your clit, or covering your core—which of course, you choose the eager bundle of nerves, so Viktor could see you all wet and glistening for him.

Smiling, you push the pen further down his desk, a soft—very inappropriate—groan escaping your lips, copying my memory of one of the sounds you made every time his cock presses that special spot inside of you.

“I liked that pen a lot,” Viktor mutters, though you can hear the smirk in his voice.

By now, you have no idea where that damned pen had gone. “I’m sure I can make it up for you about that,” you say, knees bending slightly, so your pussy can open a little. Only if he ever tries to play the oblivious.

A chair squeaked, and it’s impossible not to start imagining Viktor’s lithe fingers caressing the curve of your ass. Instead, you got the cold metal of his cane’s handle.

“Ah!” He chuckled at hearing your surprised gasp.

“Is that disappointment I hear, my jewel? Or just cold?” He hums, dragging the handle along the folds of your pussy until it brushes your entrance, only the tip. “You’re all dressed up for me. And I wonder… why is that, hmm?” he says, the tip of the cane playing between your folds. “Is it because you’d like to ‘keep me company’?”

“I never told you how I planned to accompany you," You mutter, feeling your legs starting to shake as the cold metal meets your boiling core, thinking that you were about to melt.

“Use your words, darling. If you’re so eager.”

There is a certain edge to his words, the hoarse tone around his R replacing the usual soft tone he uses to whisper to you when you two aren’t in the privacy of your bedroom.

“I… I thought you may need… um…” you say, voice lost with each playful movement of his cane in and out your entrance; barely some inches in, but moving it just right thanks to the exhaustive research Viktor had conducted ever since he caught you with that vibrator. Little by little, your arousal warms the metal, and you wonder if Viktor can feel it, too. “Relaxing.”

“Relaxing? My, I’d say this is rather… distracting,” he chuckles, the wheels of his stool coming closer as you hold your hands against your burning thighs. “A pleasant one, of course, but still a distraction.”

“Oh? Then do I deserve a punishment?” You try your best to quip, though your voice quivers mid-sentence.

There’s barely a heartbeat of silence, and then:

“Bend over the desk,” he says, voice stern. You could almost picture him in one of the Academy’s auditoriums giving a lecture in that tone, absolute, bossy. He knows it, of course. He knows you, after all, just like any of inventions, he had spent several hours studying you. Loving you.

Your walls squeeze nothing at the words, but the light from the descending dusk is enough for him to see it.

“Hmm,” Viktor says. “I wonder how you’ve been pleasing yourself these days that I haven’t returned home, my jewel.”

You attempt to roll over—you want to see him, because he looked just so unfairly stunning with his brown hair stuck to his temples, beads of sweat running down his chest as he bit his lip as seeing you just so shamelessly needy for him, trying to contain himself just a little longer...

He pushes your back down the desk, pinching your butt once he catches you trying to turn your head to see him.

“Oh, no, no, my love. If you are going to distract me, then you must accept the consequences.” He bends down, biting your earlobe before nuzzling his nose down your neck, taking in the sweet essence of your clothes, of your hair, the same one he could always smell on his pillow. The mix of his shampoo makes his grasp on your hips tighten.

You whine, pouted lips parting in a breathless moan when he introduces the handler of his cane inside of you, his thumb lazily rubbing circles on your clit, first clockwise, and then in the contrary direction once he feels your walls starting to contract, ushering your orgasm away.

The wet sounds of the handle coming in and out your soaked cunt fills the lab, Viktor’s stool creaking as he re-position. From the sound of his pants unbuckling, you think you know what he’s doing that needed such a good grip on his seat.

“I wonder if you’d take me as well,” he mumbles, your wet sounds mixed with a new one that could only be Viktor starting to jack off from the view of you. "All those toys and they can't replace me.” He uses his left knee to part your legs even wider, his free hand making a wrinkled mess of your skirt, just above your hips.

You huff, fingers white from grabbing the edge of the desk. “As if I’ve ever disappointed you.”

Viktor chuckles, pinching your clit slightly before letting go. The emptiness fills you when he withdraws his cane, though the narrow length is soon replaced by the thick head of his cock rubbing against your entrance.

“Mmmm,” you hum, satisfied. Your hips buckle against him, trying to take him inside of you in one thrust.  Sadly, Viktor’s punishment for keeping him away from his duties was never.-ending teasing.

Viktor caresses the curve of your ass, his hands going to brush the outline of your hips and waist until his chest is against your back once again, his big length teasing through your folds without actually giving you what you want—and yet, you know you could finish off with only this. Would he be so cruel, though?

“Come here,” he mutters against your ear, sliding a hand around your waist, and pushing you down the seat with him.

You hiss, feeling the quick buckle of his hips as his cock burrows deep inside of you, twitching at the welcoming, wet warmth of your walls. His hands take you by the hips to stop you from starting to ride him.

“Shhh, shhh. Patience, my love,” Viktor coos, nuzzling his face in the side of your neck as he bites a trail of kisses toward your shoulder, fingers gently pulling down one end of the scarf, brushing slowly down your shoulders to reveal the quite generous cut in your neckline.

Humming, approbatory, Viktor returns to his desk, with a firm grip around your waist to keep you still.

He kisses your cheek, putting his cane against the wall. The metal glistens, soaked with your juices against the reddish hue of the dying sunlight.

His right hand pushes your legs open, tangling your legs against the desk to keep them open when his fingers slide down your stomach, fingers lazily rubbing your clit.

Closing your eyes, your head lolls against his shoulder, letting him take your lips in a kiss that lets you taste the bitterness of the coffee he has just drank to keep himself awake during the night.

His tongue passes along your bottom lip, and it’s indeed that cherry-flavored lipstick, teeth grazing the sensitive skin as the hand grabbing your hip raises to grab your breasts when he grows needy, too.

“Vitya…” you moan, voice muffled as he kisses you again.

“My favorite blouse,” Viktor says, tugging down the smock of the front so he could see your lacy black bra. “So easy to access.”

You smile, hips gently swaying side to side against his lap each time he strokes your clit.

Viktor’s fingers work masterfully inside your bra, rubbing your nipple as your hands frantically undo the clip of your top so he can push the bra away.

It’s too much. Between his playful nibbles down your neck, the slow circles drawn on your clit, his fingers pinching your nipples and rubbing them to make the little peaks soft again even his cock filling you, although still, is enough to push you through the edge of pleasure. Legs shiver as your mouth stutters a moan, letting out a cry that Viktor drowned with his mouth.

“We can’t let the guards know what we’re doing, don’t you think, my jewel?”

“Why… why not?” you pant, kissing the mole peeking above his shirt’s collar. “My boyfriend fucks me so good,” you giggle.

Viktor smiled, his cock twitching at your lewd words. Your walls keep squeezing him, greedily wanting to be soaked with his cum.

"I haven't yet today," Viktor hums, deep in thought, kissing your sweaty brow. “Let me finish revising this blueprint, and we’ll go home.”

You pout, but only another heated kiss is necessary to make you respond:

“Okay,” you say, all doe-eyed now that you’re satisfied. Momentarily, of course. And that you had convinced him to go home. “But only this one blueprint. Or I’ll bite you.” You try to stand up, Viktor’s hand yanking you back between his legs before his cock could sleep out from your pussy.

“I never said you could move, my love,” Viktor says, squeezing your hips playfully. “I’d take you can be a good girl while I finish my work?”

You shake your head. “No.”

Viktor chuckles, his free hand starts to rub your overstimulated clit once again. His other hand quickly drops his pen to reach the bottom drawer of his desk, where you can see the outline of the vibrator Viktor keeps there ‘just in case’. “I suppose I just have to tire you up, then.”

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