#Viktor arcane imagines

[balsamfir-fics]

On Inebriation

Pairing: Viktor x gn!reader

Genres: fluff, established relationship, besties!Jayce and Mel, tipsy Vik, cocky bastards, mild jealousy, nothing toxic, spicy behavior implied, Vik being confident AF and yet still so clueless

Summary: Viktor goes for a drink, gets hit on, doesn't quite realize it, needs it spelled out for him, then smugly relishes in this new finding. He's lucky he's cute and you're patient.

Word Count: ~2k

A/N: Trashy run-on sentence in summary is intentional. Cross-posted to AO3. Nothing too serious, just a lil drabble for some seretonin (because the show is sad enough as is)!

It's one thing to be hitting on the love of your life for fun. It's another thing entirely to watch him get hit on by someone else, who happens to not be you, nor his labmate trying to egg him on.

You could be frustrated about it, sure, but it sounds uninteresting considering Viktor’s deep sense of loyalty. He’s also a whole throng of charity gala-goers away from you, and like hell are you going to fight your way through a crowd of rich people just to see what’s happening. Perhaps he’d like the possessive display, perhaps he wouldn’t – either way, it probably wasn’t worth the effort. You quell your mild jealousy, internally congratulating yourself on letting your rational mind win.

It wasn’t that your relationship was secret, but rather that it was private. Various lab researchers knew about it, as did your network of friends, but Viktor had carefully orchestrated his media image as the less-famous ‘father of progress’ to make sure that you weren’t the stuff of tabloids. That worked out well; you’d heard enough from Jayce and Mel to know that a life of publicity was certainly not worth the glamor.

Instead, you sip at your champagne at this corner of the banquet hall, elbow resting on the bar counter. You’re dressed to the nines, like everyone else here, and thankfully most other guests are too busy being schmoozed by Heimerdinger to pay a normal member of the Academy’s teaching staff any mind.

Most. Not all.

Someone with a deep voice clears their throat behind you. Whoever they are, they’re startlingly close, and thus the semi-cough must have been meant for you. Before you can fully turn around to survey your interloper, a light, self-assured snicker sounds nearby the source of the first noise, and it becomes immediately clear who’s just sidled up to you.

“Jayce,” you nod, turning your head ever so slightly in the direction you think he’s standing in but without lifting your eyes. “Mel.”

“How did you know?” Mel appears before you, grinning. She’s radiant, as always–sparkling as effusively as the golden liquid in your flute.

“The next time Jayce tries to sneak up on me from behind with a cough,” you smile, leaning into her as she wraps an arm around your shoulders in greeting. “... Don’t laugh immediately after.”

Jayce grins, stepping around you to pluck two drinks from the bar. “So it was you, Mel! You gave it away.”

“Fine,” she raises her hands in defeat before Jayce presses a glass into her hand. You all take a sip, eyes scanning the room absently. Then you watch as they huddle together, immersed in their love and their own little world. It's cute; Jayce follows behind Mel in puppylike adoration, and Mel helps bolster him into the man he's meant to be.

“Why are you two here, anyway?” It’s a good question; they’re usually the ones trying to curry more favors and inspire more donations, and Mel in particular is damn good at it. For them, it’s a busy evening of hand-shaking and belly-laughter, all in the name of Piltovan prosperity. For you, it’s just another party you’ve been invited to.

Jayce rolls his eyes first, sagging somewhat into Mel’s side. “Needed a break. It may be part of our jobs, but it’s not nearly as fun as it could be.”

“That,” Mel begins. A slight smile tugs at her lips. “That, and it seems that Viktor is faring quite well in that regard this evening.” She raises her eyebrows and tilts her head in his direction, drawing Jayce’ gaze.

“Is that–”

“Yes,” Mel laughs, clinking her glass with yours. “One of Piltover’s youngest debutantes, sole heir to the mining colonies’ fortune? That’s her.” Mel gives you a questioning look. “You’re not bothered by that?”

You shrug, finishing the last of your drink. “Should I be? I’ve got no reason to question Viktor, and it’s not her fault she doesn’t know about us.”

Both of your friends raise their eyebrows before glancing at each other. “We just passed by him ten minutes or so ago,” Jayce says. “He seemed to be hovering near the bar a little more than usual, and it looked like he was already three to four drinks deep.”

Now  that  was worth your attention. Viktor’s tolerance for ethanol was fairly remarkable for someone as slight as him, but you knew that the gala’s bartenders served particularly strong drinks for the purpose of opening wallets. If he was four drinks in ten minutes ago, Viktor could be anywhere near five to eight by now.

“Should we save him?” You ask, but your question falls into the void as Jayce and Mel are whisked away by other Councilfolk. Placing your empty glass back on the counter, you lift yourself onto the tips of your toes to get a better look at the events on the other side. Viktor’s body language seems tense, and the mining heiress doesn’t quite seem to pick up on it. You sigh, allowing yourself a chuckle, before you place a cocktail into your palm and begin to weave across the floor.

—------------

Viktor’s face lights up when he sees you, and it’s only when he sways while giving you a small wave that you realize he’s quite happily drunk. He gestures for you to join him, and he quickly introduces you to the mining heiress.

She takes one look at the way Viktor presses himself into your side and does the math; looking mortified, she disappears quickly with what sounds to be the beginnings of a sob.

“What was that?” Viktor asks, snuggling into you a bit more than he typically would in a very public setting like this. To anyone else not trying to attract his attention, his gestures would merely appear to be affectionate touch between friends. But for him, this is loud and obvious; this is far from the perfectly-reserved, prim-and-proper posturing you usually see from him in public. His hand, still gently resting at your back, rubs small circles into you (which you must admit you rather enjoy).

You play innocent. “Whatever do you mean?”

“The girl,” he hiccups. “She was talking to me so intently, asking so many questions about my work and my life, and suddenly she ran off.” Not that he minded; he had been so bewildered by the barrage of questions that he couldn’t fend off with a polite smile that he’d turned to the bottle for a social lubricant. The alcohol hadn’t helped much, as he was just as confused by the attention as he had been four drinks ago, but in the least he was slightly (slightly!) more relaxed. Though now, with you by his side, he thinks that’s more of the effect that you have on him than the alcohol. “I was just about to tell her about my latest proposal; I’ve hypothesized that productivity in the mining colonies could be improved by nearly 45% with far better working conditions if I perform a few tweaks in the equipment–”

He looks so disappointed at being cut off before he could share his plans that you can’t help but laugh.

“Love,” you say gently, plucking his mostly-ice drink from his hands and placing it on a passing steward’s tray. “She was hitting on you. With romantic interest.”

Viktor’s eyes are impossibly large as he stares at you; in part because he’s trying valiantly to focus on his surroundings, and in part because your suggestion is preposterous.

You hum, nodding firmly to verify that you meant what you said. It’s Viktor’s turn to chuckle, his laughter coming out in staccato beats as his body tries to process his liquor.

“No. Certainly not. I have you!” He pulls you in closer to him, just by the soft push of his fingers against your back, just for a few millimeters. Nothing externally noticeable by anyone else but you.

“That you do,” you tell him. “But she didn’t know that.”

For once in his life, Viktor looks puzzled, but you expect that it’s the minor slowdown in mental processing power that he’s experiencing.

He blinks. When he opens his eyes again, the confusion is gone, replaced instead by a devilish, smug gaze. “Is that why you came over here? Jealousy?”

You scoff, pushing at his chest in mock offense. “I wasn’t jealous,” you start. It’s mostly true; you were only mildly off-put by the heiress’ attention. “But it looked like you needed saving from yourself.” You gesture your chin towards the various empty glasses that have yet to be cleared up from the nearby cocktail table he’d been standing at.

“Come now,” he almost drawls. His voice falls dangerously low–you know exactly what that tone is about. You only ever hear it in the privacy of your bedroom (or in the lab, in the dark of the night, when there’s nobody else around). “Not even a little bit?”

You eye him carefully, wondering who possessed your sweet Viktor in the middle of a gala (and nowhere near midnight, no less). You elect to say nothing, but amusement dances in your eyes.

“Hmm?” Viktor crowds in closer, stepping into you a few more millimeters and drawing himself to his full height. His hand moves from your back to trace down your arm; you shiver from the uncharacteristically loud intimacy of it all while hoping none of the other patrons happen to be looking in your direction.

“Not even a little bit,” you declare, and it’s only the tiniest hint of a lie. A cheeky smile finally tugging at your lips, you reach up to press a chaste kiss to his cheek. Then you’re gone, leaving behind the slightest trace of your fragrance and a receding warmth at his fingertips. Viktor swallows thickly, blinking back his arousal before straightening his tie. You can leave the gala whenever you want; he has to stay until the majority of donors are gone. Your departure sharpens his senses as he decides the rest of the evening must pass by much more quickly if he wants to hurry home to you. He contemplates leaving Jayce to handle the rest of the event, only thinking against it when he spots Jayce forcing out a fake laugh in front of some of the usual Academy sponsors.

He exhales and presses down his waistcoat. Energized by his new mission to secure funding quickly so that the gala ends faster, he strides off into the crowds he otherwise hates, and begins rattling off his new research plans.

—--------

At home, he later finds you reading in the living room by the soft light of one lamp. When you hear him come in, you look up with a smile. Viktor returns the gesture, draping his jacket over the other end of the sofa before leaning over you and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Welcome back,” you murmur, eyes back on the pages of your book as you flip a page. “How did the rest of it go?”

“It went… efficiently,” he says.

Something in his voice makes you look up again. You glance at him, then you glance outside to see the illuminated tower clock in the distance. It’s not even ten-thirty and he’s already back from the gala? That’s certainly odd; while Viktor has tried to sneak out early in the past, he’d already been reprimanded by both Heimerdinger and Jayce for failing to carry out these tertiary scholarly duties and had never been home from a charity event before midnight ever since.

“I’ll say…” Your words come out slow and tentative as you bookmark your page and set the book aside. You eye Viktor warily, but he merely gives you what seems to be an innocent grin.

“You’re not excited to have me back? I thought you’d have been more… enthusiastic.”

You blink up at him, remembering that you’ve already changed into your usual loungewear. It’s then that you take stock of him. He seems brighter today, which is quite odd especially after such a draining event like a gala. He stands straighter, taller, and as self-assured as when he’s on the cusp of scientific discovery.

“I’m always delighted to have you back,” you reply. “I’m just surprised that the gala ended so soon. Are you sure you didn’t sneak out?”

“Quite sure.” He strides around the couch and rests his cane against it before extending a hand to you. You take it, getting up, though you’re still puzzled by his behavior. Not that you mind it; it’s wildly attractive, but you do wonder what’s gotten into him. But then his hands are in your hair and his lips on yours, drinking hungrily, and you’re putty in his embrace.

—---------

Later, as you try to catch your breath from Viktor’s unexpected oral attention, he pulls you tightly into his arms and presses a kiss against your ear.

“You most certainly were slightly jealous,” he murmurs. “But I quite enjoyed it.”

“You didn’t even realize she was hitting on you until I told you!”

Viktor doesn’t reply to your objection; he only smirks and pulls you in tighter. “That may be,” he laughs into the skin of your neck. “But I don’t hear you complaining about that.”

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[angelltheninth]

how about arcane x reader with how they act when there drunk?

(I imagine Vi to be quite the flirt lol)

Please and thank you!

Oh boy, yeah, I bet they would all be fun in their own way.

Pairing: Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Ekko, Silco, Vander, Sevika, Viktor, Jayce, Mel x Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, kissing, drinking alcohol, flirting, cuddles, teasing, literal sleeping together, headache

A/N: I'm really tired today so I'll make this one quick. I really hope it's just a cold.

Jinx is a really happy drunk. If you think she's hyperactive when she's sober then you haven't seen anything yet. You can hardly keep up with the things that she's talking about and they begin to get less and less understandable. The only way to get her to stop is to kiss her.

Vi does get very flirty with you after a few drinks. Usually she's more of a woman of actions then words but she really loosens up with her feelings when she's drunk. She has nothing but compliments to give you, even as her eyes drift closed she needs to tell you she loves you.

Caitlyn will get a lot more touchy with you. She calls you her darling at the end of every sentence like she wants to make sure everyone gets that you're together. As if the many kisses you've shared weren't enough of a message to them.

Ekko is a huge cuddler when he drinks. He will wrap his arms around you and keep you close against him, absentmindedly kissing your neck. There's nowhere he would rather be right now then holding you against him, slightly buzzed but really happy.

Silco lets himself fall asleep on your shoulder when he gets drunk. But just because he's asleep doesn't mean he's ready to let you go just yet. One of his arms still has a hold on you, keeping you by his side until he wakes up, reacting to every forehead kiss with a smile.

Vander actually starts singing when he's drunk. He has a nice voice too but he would never take that compliment without getting drunk first. That's why everyone really looks forward to him at any kind of celebration, it's always loud with him around.

Sevika can't stop kissing you when she gets drunk. Won't let anything stop her in her quest of making you breathless, not even you telling her she needs to sleep this off. Yes, her headache will be horrible the next day, but a kiss can fix that too.

Viktor doesn't drink that often actually but when he does he goes off on a million different tirades. He changes topics way too quickly too, laughing every time he manages to confuse you. He also talks about how lucky he is to have you in his life, so happy.

Jayce insists that he can carry you to bed while he's drunk. Although he ends up tripping over his own feet and the both of you fall down, very ungracefully. He won't let that get in the way of his kisses, but he does fall asleep fairly quickly so you're left cuddling with him.

Mel only drinks at celebrations and even then she rarely gets drunk, she has a reputation to keep after all. When she does get drunk she can get very openly affectionate, so much so that you have to lead her away because you can't handle her teasing without kissing her.

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[cherubfae]

"you take me so well" || arcane x reader

With Silco, Viktor, Jayce, Vi, Caitlyn, & Jinx

I don't accept NSFW requests!

tags: fem!reader, female anatomy, smut, established relationships, reader is implied late 20s (Vik), late 20s-early 30s firelight reader (Silco), toy use, vik's reader also uses a cane!!, pet names

a/n: lmao me writing these like I don't have my bestie and I in mind for our faves <3

Silco

Smoke from his snuffed out cigar lingers in the air, mixed so sweetly with his fine cologne and aftershave. It's one of the few things you can focus on as Silco drills his drooling cock deep into your pussy. You grip the edge of his desk, your board tossed in the corner of his office, legs hooked loosely around his waist gasping with every drag of his pelvic bone against your achy clit. His grunts are wild, unhinged. His blunt nails leave crescent-shaped marks on your skin as he yanks you deeper onto his cock, his balls making a wet pap pap pap with every delicious thrust. "Such a good girl for me, darling. What would your poor leader think of you sleeping with the enemy? Being fucked so tenderly on the Eye of Zaun's cock? Oh my love--! My cock was truly made for you, hmm? Utterly divine." His lips smash to yours, fingers intertwined together.

Viktor

Ever the gentleman, at first, Viktor slowly lowers you down onto his thick cock. His large hands shift from your thighs to grip your hips, pressing you down gently til he bottoms out. "There, love, see? You always take me much better when you're amply prepped for my dick. You're such a sweetheart for me, I must reward your patience." His smirk curls, lips finding your neck. Viktor's hand gently strokes your leg, easing what pain and discomfort he could. He wouldn't move until you told him to. He knows how much you enjoy cock warming him. <3

Jayce

A soft whimper bubbles in the back of his throat, his cock head breaching your lubed, velvet walls with a gentle push. So warm and inviting, the intoxicating feeling of you wrapped around is just what he needs after a long, stressful day in the lab. His girth is impossibly thick, it's taken a lot of practice and prep for your tiny cunt to be able to take him. Jayce is always gentle with you, big thumb circling your clit in hopes to chase away any discomfort. "Shh, shh, I know it's big, baby, you're taking me so damn well. Want to stop? No? Okay, okay. Let me get some more lube, yeah? Oh, fuck, pretty girl. I felt you clench. God, I ache for you, baby."

Vi

"Fuck baby," she hisses, sinking you down further on her pink strap. Her hips stutter, raw muscle flexing beneath the strap's harness pressing into the meat of her thighs. She rears herself back, until the pink head of the dildo is almost entirely exposed before pushing back in with her hips flushed to yours. "You're so stretched out on my cock, lovely. So fuckin' perfect." Vi purrs, swallowing your moan with her lips.

Caitlyn

Tender kisses are peppered all over your face, her long hair falling in front of her face. She's smiling down at you, looking like an angel sprawled against her pillow. Your pretty lips drawn open into a wanton gasp, hips jumping up as her deep blue strap sinks into you fully. The strap buzzes to life, Caitlyn giggles at your little yelp. It melts into desperate pants and eager rolls of your hips. She's more than happy to oblige as she pins your knees to your chest and fucks you into her mattress. "That's it, love. You look so pretty taking my cock like a good girl. Oh, does that feel good, baby? I'm glad. You look so lovely, all fucked out and flushed. Such a pretty little thing."

Jinx

Her face hides at the back of your neck, hips pounding against your ass. Her lithe fingers curl around the messy sheets, her other hand curled at your hip. Glancing down at where you two meet, Jinx all but snarls out a moan, picking up the pace. The way the electric blue strap buries itself deep within your pussy is such an addicting site. One that makes her froth at the mouth, nails biting into your skin. "You should see how fuckin' well you take me, princess. Fits like a fuckin' dream, your cunt is practically drooling f'me!"

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[og-danny-dorito]

big fan of this flavor of Man lately

#not sure what the fuck this category of Dude would be called tbh #vaguely evil?? #any additions to the list are more than welcome #arcane #arcane viktor #into the spider verse #into the spider verse miguel #arcane netflix #arcane headcanon #arcane imagines #into the spider verse headcanon #into the spider verse imagine #spiderman 2099 #league of legends #lol viktor

[sivyera]

Arcane characters as love stereotypes.

ft. vi, jinx, caitlyn, viktor, jayce, vander, silco, sevika, cassandra, ekko

WARNINGS: bad grammar, mentions of nsfw

CONTAINS: fluff

SONG: -

A/N: I put different song to each character.

Jinx - teenage love

She wants to be with you all the time. She is blindly in love. And she loves spending time with you. She likes to show you new weapons she made or what she draw. One day she asked you if she can draw you. Now the picture is over your bed.

She likes movie nights. She build pillow bunkers and she made popcorn. Which is little burnt. She often made little handmade gifts for you. Little surprises like picnic or favourite food/drinks. Being biggest cheerleader for each other.

You Stupid Bitch - girl in red

Sevika - rough love

Overprotective. Hickeys all over you. Teasing each other. When she's at bar and she sees you she always give you a small smile or smirk. After that she pull you into her lap. Passionate and dominant kisses. Seldom happens that you two can lay in bed and cuddle all day.

But when that day comes, you both are happier than ever. Most of you cuddle sessions becomes make out sessions. She likes when you lay on her chest or when you lay your head on her lap, so she can watch your cute face. She thinks you're a cutie, even though she seems tough she have her soft side. But that side is just for you.

I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE - Måneskin

Silco - enemies to lovers

God how much he hated you at the first time. You were a shimmer dealer which makes you very important. Silco though that he's gonna send Sevika to kill you but than he realized that would be wrong. He had two reasons why he didn't kill you. First - he don't know how to make that good shimmer as you ( Singed's shimmer was nothing compared to yours). Second he start catching feelings.

After a while he decided to get to know more about you. That was the best thing he did in his life. When you two started dating you become the most powerful couple in Zaun. No one dare to even look the same way as you. Because they know, Silco would kill them if they did.

R U Mine? - Arctic Monkeys

Vi - soulmates

Protective as well. Know everything about each other. Workouts together. You two just meant to be. Hugs from behind while kissing your neck. Cuddles are very important in this relationship because Vi is touch starved. Having sex on public toilets.

She will tattoo your name on her arm. She will let you paint her nails. Also what she appreciates is that you care about her. You bandage her wounds, make her food, give her bed where she can sleep with you ofc, make her feel love. Her favourite part of the day is morning. She wakes up before you and just hold you close in her arms, kissing your face and admiring you.

All I Wanted - Paramore

Ekko - any universe love

Helping each other with everything. He would never let anything happened to you in any way. Jealous af. He hates when he sees older mens/womans who is trying to flirt with you. And he always gonna remind them that you are taken. Lots of PDA.

Watching horror or action movies together. Cooking together. His favourite activity with you is dancing around the kitchen. He loves when you braid his hair. Race on hoverboards. It's always 50/50. Both of you are very fast so it's always exciting who will win.

You Belong With Me - Taylor Swift

Caitlyn - best friend to lovers

You and Cait were childhood friends. And Caitlyn always had a big fat crush on you. You were pure perfection in her eyes. But she was shy and nervous if you feel the same way. She was always scared if you're into womans. But her feelings were that strong that she couldn't hold them anymore.

When you two started dating she couldn't believe it. She knows how lucky she is to have you, so she want to make you feel special. She spoils you a lot. Solving problems together. Always have each others back. Shower together. Supporting each other all the time. Doing skin care routine together. You make her smile every.single.day.

girls - girl in red

Viktor - ancient love

Taking care of him. Listening him mumbling about hextech. Help him with hextech. Even if you don't know much about it, your presence is enough for him. Common baths, which he loves the most. Rescue him that he is enough for you and that you don't want anyone else.

When you play with his hair he immediately relax. He believe you're a witch or something because you have magic touch. Bringing him lunch in his laboratory. Holding your hand 24/7. He loves when you kiss his forehead. He loves you so so much.

Like Real People Do - Hozier

Jayce - rich love

He makes you feel like a princess. Buys you everything that catches your eyes. Kissing your cheeks. Having sex at Grand Council Chamber (i'm sorry i forgot how they call it). He loves laying on your chest and he doesn't care if you have small or big tits. For him they're perfect. You are perfect for him.

Cinderella and prince Charming couple. Trying cook together. Give him massages to relax after tough day. Helping him with hextech as well. Reading him your favourite books.

Electric Love - BØRNS

Cassandra Kiramman - secret love

She knows that she is a married woman but she can't help herself. You are perfect and she wants to remind that to you every single day. When she's in public and she can't speak to you she inconspicuously give you little note. - I love you Y/N ♡ - Meet me at the toilets in 10♡ - You look beautiful today ♡ These kind of notes.

She always make sure that she have some time for you. She never cuddle in her time so when you come with that idea of cuddling she was little nervous. But when you snuggled into her neck and start giving her soft kisses on her neck. She melt under you. She is a dominant woman so she is a big spoon. But when she's angry on someone, kiss her forehead and play with her hair. It always calm her down.

Line Without a Hook - Ricky Montgomery

Vander - old love

He writes you love letters. And he brings you flowers everyday. Helping him cleaning at bar and take care of his kids. He likes reading you books while he's playing with your hair. Loves to hold you on his chest. Dancing on old songs together with Vi, Powder, Mylo and Claggor. Cooking together.

He will protect you no matter what. Teaching you how to protect yourself if you don't know how. Kissing you forehead, hand and head. Bone breaking hugs. Lots of jokes and warm smiles. You are his trophy so he shows you off a lot. Silco is jealous that Vander have such a beautiful woman as you.

Young And Beautiful - Lana Del Rey

I hope you like it guys! ♡

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[ffiahh]

jinx plays episode

sevika plays candy crush

vi plays subway surfers

ekko plays mystic messenger

jayce plays zombie highway

viktor plays criminal case

calitlyn doesn't have time for this shit, silco doesn't have a phone and vander is dead.

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[zomaeliet]

Sometimes I like to imagine what Viktor would be like absolutely RUINED.

NSFW, implied female reader but no pronouns mentioned (or just someone wearing makeup), oral, sexual descriptions

/If you see the asterisk (*), see the end for meaning or translation/

His usually unkempt hair matted and stuck to his forehead and the nape of his neck

His pupils blown wide in adoration and lust as he gazed at your form so perfectly perched between his thighs

Whimpering and stuttered begging in that thick accent that fans the flames in your stomach, thinking of the /other/ things he can do with that pretty tongue of his if only you merely mentioned wanting it

Viktor's pretty porcelain skin smattered in hickies, the shades of red and purple beautifully contrasting his paleness around his bobbing adam's apple

Lips bruised and swollen from your kisses and how hard he has been biting at them to contain himself

His beautiful, sculpted hands gripping onto whatever he can get them on, one buried in your hair and the other clawing at the sheets

Lipstick and love bites trail down his torso, peaking from his hastily unbuttoned shirt and pants

"моя любовь*, please - I'm abo - MMmph - about to-"

You don't let him finish what he's saying of course, you know you've teased and edged him for far too long and he's been just /so good/ for you, engulfing him in your mouth and sucking him off with new-found determination

The sounds he'd make would be absolutely downright UNHOLY. His groans are enough to make your knees buckle, your own hand working beneath you as you meet your end along with him

He'd sigh contentedly as his whole body relaxes from how tight he had been wound up, utterly exhausted from the whole ordeal.

He'd relax, that is, until he felt you atop him, your hips gyrating into his own, whimpering but truly he /loves/ the overstimulation - the way you manage to make it too much yet not /enough/ is his favorite thing in the world

His mind has been long wiped of the stress he carries with him when he returns from the lab, the only thing on his mind is /you./

You both know there is a long, long night ahead of you - and he'll love every second of it

*моя любовь or moya lyubov, means "my love."

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[seabellswish]

When Viktor hasn’t slept in a couple of days:

#viktor arcane #arcane #arcane fanart #illustration #digital art #doodle #I might come back later and paint him fully lol #This was supposed to be a simple crack doodle #but now Im thinking I might come back and paint it fully when I have the energy #i think it’d be funny lol #he’s only had coffee for the past couple of hours #I imagine Jayce has to deal with this a lot probably #sleep deprived viktor = unfiltered mad scientist energy

[babygirl-but-a-boy]

#I love Arcane's commentary on class #Imagine the slap in the face it is for Ekko #]Imagine the slap in the face it is for Ekko(and Vi) to see Caitlynn #who has money #stability #a loving family #and a home to go back to at the end of the day. Yet she chooses to be here #arcane #caitlyn arcane #caitlyn kiramman #league of legends #jinx #jayce #viktor #ekko #vi #and in the world of jayce and viktor #i dont even need to elaborate there

[viktorstittytank]

Girls night (NSFW)

Everyone’s reaction to reader coming back from a girls night tipsy and horny

I thought this idea was wayyy too funny

18+ minors DNI

Mel

Probably was at the girl’s night with you.

If you smack Mel you’re losing access to your hands and they will be pinned.

She completely understands getting caught up in the moment but she isn’t the one to slap. It’ll just be used as an excuse to steal your soul.

This girls got gadgets you’ve never even heard of and they’re all gonna be working at their highest setting tonight.

Accidentally traumatizing Jayce and waking up to enough noise complaints you could swim in them.

Vi:

At first she’s a pouty puppy. Hasn’t even noticed that you’re tipsy and hella horny. She’s too caught up in feeling bad for herself that you left her at home to spend time with your girls.

She has to get a good look at you before she realizes what’s going on and smirks.

Handsy, hot and bothered, she’s liking this side of you.

But then her pants are coming off, and wow you taste like hard liquor and when did you get her top off?

As soon as she realizes you’re moving a little too fast for her she panics.

Locked herself in the bathroom and sat in the tub till you passed out by the door.

Viktor:

At first he’s excited to see you. He’s ready to hear about all the places you’ve been and what you guys talked about until he sees this carnivores look in your eye he’s never seen before.

You pretty much jump his bones.

You’re going to break the man. You’re squishing his face and he’s fighting to breathe while you’re having some of the best sex the two of you have ever had.

Moans in confused and a little scared cus what the fuck is going on.

He’s half out of his mind while you’re bouncing on him and only really comes back to earth once the two of you are done.

Littered in bite marks and can’t look you in the eye in the morning. Doesn’t even know who you are anymore. This is going in his journal.

Sevika:

Babes can do more than handle you. You’ve met your match with this one. She doesn’t really care if you’re gripping her hair hard if anything it makes her work harder.

Bite her she’ll bite back harder.

She’s gonna chuckle into your mound while you grind yourself against her face. Usually you’d never even think about sitting on her face because you’ve said it before you’re too scared you’ll suffocate her. It’s hard to believe the words ever left your mouth at the sight of the two of you.

When the strap comes out if you get wild she’s just gonna enjoy the show. Completely ignores you when you try smacking her. Only really cares about the faces you’re making cus you look cute.

Sevika can take a couple of hits this is a piece of cake.

Silco:

Someone missed you while you were gone as much as he hates to say it. He tried distracting himself with work but couldn’t help thinking about you and how cold you’d left his presence.

He waits for you at the door so once you come stumbling in he’s getting mowed down immediately.

Congratulations you’ve caught the king off guard and wow this is definitely a new position, have you always been this flexible? What are you doing to his body?

____

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[lyomeii]

bombs, bombs everywhere!

-> warnings/notices: male child reader, spoilers, yandere themes, platonic relationships, mentioned kidnapping, this happens in the second act, jinx, silco and much more.

-> request by sunny anon! Hello could I request arcane × male child reader that acts like klee from genshin? (Sorry for the lack of ideas) oh and could they be from another country visiting for the first time? Oh and could i go by sunny? It'd be easier if I had a nickname to navigate what I've requested♡´･ᴗ･`♡(please ignore this if you don't take platonic child reader requests)

-> a/n: sunny!!! I love this name anon, it’s so sweet and cute :3 here it is your request, I hope you enjoy it! since I lack knowledge of the league of Legends world, I decided to base the country that mc is from like it’s Mondstadt. and this is short since I had no idea how to end it.

-> the news of a famous and rich merchant arriving in piltover was in everyone’s ears, all too excited with the many possibilities that can lead to. the most anxious people are the scholars who made a deal with the the famous woman to help them with their research related to the arcane, making things even more exciting. and once she arrived, all of the citizens were also surprised by seeing another figure behind her, you.

-> as the only son and heir of the company, you always accompany her to learn more and more things despite being only a little boy who knows way too much. the view of you carefully listening about the new inventions from the many scholars is quite impressive. none of them believe that a small child like you would be interested in such subjects in earlier years. whatever your mother was busy talking with others, you follow (in a safe distance) some of the investors to see their works.

-> viktor is the one you follow the most, even helping around such as carrying his belongings when needed. the view of a small little boy following him is a blessing in everyone’s eyes in their days. and the man himself enjoying having you around, with your energetic smile and enthusiasm, you quickly gained his attention whatever you need.

-> and as everyone were thinking that you are just a lovely and calmest boy, your mother showed them what you enjoy doing in your free time. the one time you were left alone in a lab for minutes, you’ve create a few explosives that impressed and scared the inventors. jayce was the one who grab all of it and thrown it far in the sky, making it explode in the blue sky of piltover. an amazing thing that none got hurt (expect a few birds and fish of a nearby lake…).

-> now that everyone in the city is aware of your especially in making explosive and that cause many people either fear you or concerned. how can such a small boy like cause so much trouble? viktor and jayce are the one responsible for you while mother is gone for work, meaning they make you hold some heavy files, sit in the corner in order to avoid you to cause more trouble or give you harmless projects to you to make during the day.

-> as days goes on, the little boy became part of the academy (an ‘unofficial student’, people say) and now even has his own uniform that match mostly of them first years in order to make himself more comfortable around others and to be part of a new environment. it’s adorable how you tried to do the tie for minutes, only to ask someone to help it. and it’s really rare to see you with the clothes clean, mostly of the time there will be either powder or grease in the expensive material of your vest, making some desperate to clean it.

-> despite having a such unique talent in making explosives and being a loudly, but gentle and good kid, there is worrying in the air. the high uppers told mother about the recently events from the undercity and how things are getting out of control as times go on. and to make even worse, the citizens from there know about the arrival of your mother and you.

-> silco have ears everywhere, that’s why he always knew about the incoming arrival of that merchant with her son, but what he didn’t know it was how good the little boy is in making bombs and explosives, just like his daughter.

-> jinx was so happy to hear about you! she can’t wait to meet someone else that is also interested in making explosives and that also have an enthusiastic personality like her. so without anyone approval or suggestions, she goes to meet you :) and once you get in bed without anyone around, she appears in the window with that smile of hers.

-> with the innocence of a child, you don’t notice how dangerous she might be, that why the two of you become closer that night. unlike most adults, jinx doesn’t scold you when you fail to pay attention im certain subjects nor gets angry about your obsession with the experimental bombs you made, in fact, she supports you and encourage in making it. sometimes, she brings you some interesting supplies in order to create even more explosives.

-> those little visits at night went unnoticeable for a while, until she was caught in the act by no other than your mother and caitly. both women were so worried and ran directly at you, grabbing you away from jinx’s hands as everything went crazy. broken glass everywhere, small cuts on your skin and loud noises going all across the room.

-> this entire situation left everyone around you skeptical of your safety, if jinx easily got inside and manipulated you, then there is a large chance of you getting kidnapped! that’s why they put you inside the academy where everyone’s eyes are on you. now, there is no way you can’t get in danger and of course, you can’t get out in your on, a good thing!

@lyomeii stuff || don’t repost

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[balsamfir-fics]

man, machine, and misadventures (M)

Genres: fluff, crack, romance, comedy, lots of science, some fun trivia, implied smut and spicy themes (minors DNI), general nerdery, idiots in love, friends to lovers, coworkers to lovers. modern AU in our world, in which jayvik are postdocs at MIT and LoL species coexist with humans. jayvik besties, jaymel. yes we troll his science goggles.

Summary: When Hextech's success brings you back into your childhood friends' lives and workplace, it's hard not to fall for your drinking buddy and lab partner, Viktor. Everyone else seems to be doing it despite the man's obliviousness, so Jayce and Mel start taking bets on whether you or Viktor will ever figure it out.

Warnings: implied smut and spicy themes; some kinky jokes about devices

Word Count: ~8.5k

A/N: I poked at some disparate comedy scenes set in a modern AU and this was the result. It’s very very nerdy and very science-y, but I had fun writing it. Please come say hi if you liked it and would like to see more!

“Viktor, for the love of God, PLEASE don’t try to add Bluetooth to your LEG,” you protest, throwing a half-size pencil at his desk. He ducks it expertly, long used to your attacks, but when you throw one of your chewed-up Bic pens, his stupid cybernetic arm grabs it in mid-air. Jayce lets out a loud, frat-like whistle that dies on his lips when you shoot daggers at him with a piercing gaze. Viktor merely sniffs. “I wasn’t going to add it to my leg,” he sighs, exasperated. “But there’s something to be said about not having to code my own device drivers just to have the ability to connect with third-party devices.” You groan, slumping further into your ergonomic chair and nearly falling backward as it tilts to support your wait. Jayce, you can tell, is trying his best to suppress his laughter at your plight. (You’ll find the time to kill him later). “Why? Just… why do you even want to hook yourself up to other idiots’ untested code? There are so many things that could go wrong.” “But so many things that could go right,” Jayce insists, then snickers. He gets up from his seat, stretches leisurely, then picks up his thermos before heading for the door. “Think about it. He could control his partner’s vibrator using his own hardware.” This time, it’s Viktor who actually chucks his under-desk trash can at Jayce’ head, but your third collaborator is out the door and zooming off to the campus Starbucks before the wastebasket even hits the door. “Ugh. Gross.” You spin back around to expertly hunch at your desk, eyes trying to focus on the paper you were reading instead of letting your mind wander into ‘what are Viktor’s kinks’ territory. But you sneak a look at him nonetheless, surprised to see the tips of his ears going slightly pink. “Oh my god,” you gasp, clapping a hand over your mouth and pointing at him, finger accusatory. “You’ve actually considered that!” “As a thought experiment!” Viktor hisses, dropping his head into his hands and running his fingers through his hair in exasperation. “To weigh the consequences of cybernetic connectivity to a variety of third-party devices, like blood pressure monitors or security cameras and the like. Different device types and different functions.” “A vibrator, though?” You’d laugh if the subject matter weren’t so outrageously out-of-left-field for a regular lab discussion. Viktor sniffs. “All manners of smart devices are, in fact, available on the market. And even without the leg, my second to last ex seemed to quite enjoy the benefits of such near-field technologies…” He stops only when you march over to his desk and clap a hand over his mouth, before deciding to remove your hand and lift your palms over your ears instead. “No. Gross. Stop, I don’t want to hear anymore – holy Cheez-its, what the heck is wrong with you two?” You head back to your desk, but not to sit. You scramble to pack away your laptop and unplug all of your cables; perhaps it’s better to finish up your readings at home instead. Shrugging, Viktor leans back and rests his heels on his desk. “Don’t ask me, Jayce started it.” Letting out a grunt of displeasure, you hoist your backpack onto your shoulder and follow Jayce’s beeline for the door. “You two,” you pause, turning back to look at Viktor. “... are the worst.” Viktor merely rolls his eyes. Then he corrects his posture, bringing down his legs and scooting his chair into his desk – he begins to squint at the code on one of his monitors. “You love us,” he says, not bothering to look up. You hate that he’s right. —-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It all started almost a decade ago, when Viktor had still had a leg brace and you still had tooth-braces (and both men were still the same height as you). You were kids, nerds in your high school's engineering club together; you one of the unfortunately few women (though it seemed, through the alumni newsletter, that things were doing much better in this department ever since). The two boys wanted to create a robotics offshoot of the club and needed a third member; their idea seemed fun, so you impulsively joined as a fellow founder. For the entirety of junior year, the club only consisted of you three, but by senior year a few curious students signed on and helped build out what would eventually become one of the world’s best teams (though not exactly during your tenure; the team won awards in recent years after Viktor returned as an external coach). The club had been started for fun and games – literally so, because half of the robots exploded in competition, and the other half did incredibly well; these latter robots took your little team to state championship success beyond the three of your wildest dreams. Then it all came to an abrupt halt as you elected to go to college overseas, while the duo went to MIT. You emailed and Facebooked, of course, and saw each other on holiday, but it wasn’t quite the same. It wasn’t your favorite, having to learn about their research through Google Scholar updates or in text-only chat, but the boys did their best to keep you in the loop as they progressed into their PhD programs and their Yordle advisor helped them harness a mysterious mineral’s physics-breaking properties to build Hextech – a technology most deemed to be near-magical. They ushered in a new industrial revolution by making heavy machinery portable, with less dependency on fossil fuels. (Viktor liked to refer to this as some sort of ‘glorious evolution’ for the next era of human-machine interaction, but for the most part neither you nor Jayce paid this description any mind — though it did become somewhat of a catchphrase among your group chat). Magazine after magazine was plastered with their faces (you hated seeing these; your best friends’ grinning faces leered at you from the magazine covers, their backs pressing against the other’s with their arms crossed in front). YouTube was filled with their interviews, many of which involved edits of Jayce’ best gala outfits (for some reason – supposedly being conventionally uber-handsome only added to his scientist’s mystique), or interviews with Viktor as the world’s first cybernetic dual-limb transplantee (these infuriated you more when the two men admitted that Viktor’s ailing health led to a brush with death, before Boston Dynamics worked with Viktor to develop his new arm and leg with Hextech – the two hadn’t remembered, somehow, to tell you that Viktor was nearly dying while you were thousands of miles away). When they told you that they were planning to stay at MIT to help run the Hex Technologies-funded Heimerdinger Lab after their theses were handed in and successfully defended, you applied to the lab at once to help with medical technology research (conveniently, you’d also applied to medical residencies in the area). You’d given a fake name so to avoid an air of nepotism, and when you arrived at the lab’s office space door for your first day on the job, you’d been looked at as if you were a ghost – until you kicked Jayce (lightly) in the shin to assure him that you were real, and revealed your pseudonym to them both. It had been comforting, then, to know that both of your best friends loved your application despite you being deceptive about your background (opting for voice-only interviews and pretending you had been your own classmate when the school’s name and work experiences seemed to Viktor and Jayce to be eerily close to yours). It was less comforting, now, to have worked with them for nearly a year. Learning about their accomplishments from afar made you imagine a well-oiled machine; scientifically rigorous processes and technically perfect methods. Instead, you were faced with the reality of their scientific protocol: passion over order (there was a minimum level of organization, of course, for compliance purposes, but for the most part, Viktor and Jayce’ experiments were dangerous and unconventional). And yet, somehow, it all worked, eventually.   They hadn’t really grown up, not by much – though it would look that way to an outsider, magazine reader, or someone who met them recently. But you were grateful for their candor and camaraderie, and despite their mischief, you were glad to be back in their company. —-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “A pitcher sounds like a really, really bad idea.” Viktor sniffs. “I can take my alcohol, you know.” You glance around the dive bar, observing the sheer volume of the absurdly cheap pitchers of beer. With tentative fingers, you lift the one in front of the random person sitting next to you (they object, but you quickly explain it’s just an experiment); the pitcher is heavy and slightly adhered to the rather sticky wood countertop, and you’re not even sure you could finish a sixth of the pitcher by yourself. “Yeah, but how big is your stomach? Factoring in carbonation?” You lean back, fingers drumming against the bar, and give Viktor a thorough up-and-down scan with your eyes, making sure to level a gaze directly at his (full) stomach. “After eating a burger as big as your heard, with that skinny frame?” He pales a little at that, and orders a single pint instead. You shoot him a grin in triumph, and his heart seizes a little at the sight — then you order your own pint of fancy local small-batch-brewed blah-blah-blah. As the nonplussed bartender plops down two foaming, sloshing glasses of beer on the counter, your hands quickly dart out to your own, pulling your glass to your lips hurriedly so you can slurp up the foamy head before any more spills over. Something familiar and yet long-forgotten stirs in Viktor’s stomach… Butterflies, perhaps? But he swallows down the thought as his cybernetic arm drops a few crisp bills onto the counter and some ones into a nearby highball glass for a tip. You never paid for these pints; Viktor’d spot your weekly Bar Trivia Night drinks until you both grew old, if you’d let him. He feels his mind clearing its metaphorical throat as he catches himself and amends, if you were still in each other’s lives when you were old, that is. He doesn’t exactly know why that specific wish pops into his head right at this second, in the next beat you’re dragging him off to your usual corner table (so that no competitors could peer over your shoulders for answers) as the host calls the bar to attention. Huddled together, you furiously debate your responses and scribble down answers, with Viktor getting up more often to deposit your slips of paper at the host’s stand (you think he likes showing off his robot-leg-enabled athleticism; it seems to never have gotten old for him). As happens most weeks, you sweep the competition by a long margin. It wasn’t always like this; the first few times you’d taken Viktor to bar trivia nights, he’d been so abysmally uneducated in esoteric minutiae that your team had been consistently last place for months. But the longer things went on, Viktor’s competitive streak kicked in, and your team rose through the ranks to become (mostly) undefeated champions, winning bragging rights week after week. It was all worth the initial embarrassment of not knowing all the names of the Friends, Viktor thinks now as he fondly watches you bite absently at the end of a likely unhygienic golf pencil, if it meant getting to see your face light up with every correct answer. Wait, what? What was that thought? Feeling his gaunt cheeks heating up, Viktor clears his throat (aloud, this time) and chugs the rest of his pint. You look up, giving him a curious expression, and the way your eyes shine in enthusiasm and open affection  makes that weird sensation in his stomach return again. “I’m gonna get that pitcher after all,” he announces, and you wave him off , completely distracted by this tough round of bonus questions. He returns with the heavy glass in his robotic hand, tops off your glass, then refills his own. This second glass is downed as quickly as the first, before Viktor leans back towards you to share brainpower. —-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- When a gleeful kid runs straight into your legs at a ‘Faculty and Family Barbecue’ event one sweltering campus summer, you don’t think much of it. You certainly don’t expect it to lead to a drunk Viktor telling you some of his best-kept secrets in the dark of your apartment later that evening, snuggling into your couch as he nurses a mugful of cold water and you throw him a bottle of ibuprofen. And you definitely don’t expect the secret to be the fact the chemistry professor to whom the child belonged used to be Viktor’s ex — much less a serious one. “I almost proposed to them, you know. Can you believe it? Me, almost engaged!” Viktor’s voice is nonchalant as he takes another sip from his glass, and you almost don’t catch the gravity of his words because he’s so blase about it. Just seconds before, you’d been reminiscing about fun stories from your childhood, goading each other on to then reveal sexcapades from the past, and otherwise giggling over science mishaps like the nerds you’d always been together. Such mishaps, of course, included “the time that Jayce burned off his eyebrows in an experiment gone wrong and walked around with poorly-drawn auntie-brows for a month” and “the adversarial relationship our robotics team had with the cybersecurity club in high school, when they hacked our prize robot to pants the engineering professor during class and we got in a ton of trouble.” You blink in the dark, only the flickering light of a nearly-drained candle on your coffee table illuminating your faces.“Excuse me, what? Why didn’t you tell me? And to who?” This was huge! A million questions surge into your brain, but as Viktor takes in a short breath you hold back, wondering if he might divulge everything himself. “Yeah…” He exhales heavily. “It was during our master’s; Jayce was actually supposed to attend the fundraising benefit dinner for Hextech and give a small speech, but he’d gotten completely trashed with Mel the night before and was too hungover to execute. Heimerdinger made me go instead, and the speech went as fine as it could have. I met them right after I nearly toppled off the stage; it’d been one of my first few appearances after the transplants and walking was still weird to me. We hit it off at once. They were everything I was not, and I re-learned a lot about the world through them. Learned a lot about chemistry, too, which has been particularly helpful for the nanobot medication delivery system I’ve been working on lately.” Your mind sifts through memories and chat messages as you try to think about who Viktor had been dating at the time. This had to have been several years ago, when you were taking your post-undergrad gap year to volunteer overseas before applying to med school. You vaguely remember Jayce teasing Viktor about someone serious in the group chat, but you’d been several timezones away and the chat wasn’t active that often. “What happened?” You lick experimentally at a bit of foam on the rim of your mug; you’d elected to fashion yourself an automated cappuccino to help take the edge off of all the wine you’d had a few hours earlier. Viktor’s eyes focus on the movement of your tongue, realizing in that moment just how comfortable you were in his presence — and vice versa. He sighs. “They wanted a family, and they wanted one soon while they were pursuing tenure. I… wasn’t ready. I wanted one, sure, but with what money? I wasn’t making any, and neither were they. They wanted me to cash in my Hextech shares and leave the startup – leave my research – for a more stable job.” This sounds more familiar. You remember Viktor agonizing over whether to quit (though he hadn’t explained his reasons why at the time), and Jayce being supportive on paper, but quite agitated in a private DM with you. It’s hard to recall what you actually said to Viktor at the time, but it’s Viktor now who provides this context. “I think I called you for the first time in months then, but it was weird because I hadn’t told you about them before and still didn’t feel comfortable mentioning them to you then. I’m not really sure why; I think maybe I was worried that you might not have approved of them; I thought you’d have liked them but somehow I thought you’d have been disappointed that I’d been seeing a faculty member while I was a student — never mind that we were in different departments, though I’m grateful for that, at least. Looking back now, I don’t think we would have been a good long-term fit, but I was young and liked the idea of providing for them, of being their world. And they made it seem that way. It was addicting to be someone’s hero – to hold the answers to their questions in the palm of your hands. And yet I wasn’t ready to give them that answer, to become a dad and leave the instability of Hextech behind. Or to leave research behind, for that matter, especially when they were unwilling to do so themselves. I’d worked so hard to get here despite my upbringing and constant medical issues; I wasn’t sure if I could give that all up.” It clicks for you now. It’d been a very strange, out-of-the-blue call, with Viktor being cryptic about things like ‘being true to oneself’ or the ‘necessary sacrifices for a desirable life.’ He’d asked for advice in an oblique, roundabout way, but without truly understanding his circumstances, you did the best you could with generic suggestions. Viktor continues. “You told me something I’ll never forget.” “I did?” He nods. “I asked you what you would sacrifice your future for, and you said ‘only something or someone that would do the same for me.’ The next day, I had a lengthy conversation with my ex that resulted in me returning the ring to the jeweler within a week. They didn’t want to change their lifestyle or give up their tenure-track position to support me continuing with my research part-time, or to support a growing family on a budget far more modest than me selling my stake in Hextech. I had known what you told me for some time, but I needed to hear it from someone else with no knowledge of my situation.” Viktor takes another sip of his warming beer. “Thank you for that.” He turns to you now, smile warm, and reaches out with his cybernetic arm to give your shoulder an affectionate squeeze. You glance at the arm, remembering that it has the capability of shooting high-precision lasers out of it, but otherwise pay it no mind. “Anytime,” you manage to eke out, mind still whirling from the knowledge that Viktor had almost gotten married (and that you’d apparently prevented him from doing so). That explained the weird tension you’d felt radiating off of Viktor when the faculty member’s kid bumped into you at the barbecue, and the even stranger interaction when the faculty member and their partner apologized on their kid’s behalf. The exchange had been civil and polite, with no animosity, but you’d sensed some mild discomfort and an awkwardness borne from a complicated history. You lean back into the cushions, silenced by the gravity of Viktor’s decision making process, and from the relative shock of knowing that a close friend of yours had been nearly ready to upend their life for another. You wrack your brains to think about who you’d sacrifice your future for; after all, it had been your own advice to him. Something sinks in your stomach as you realize that the pool of potential individuals was rather small. Before you can assemble an ordered list in your mind, you shake the thought away, though a part of you suspects that if you did end up writing it down, Viktor would be somewhere near the top. As a friend, of course. Jayce was in that pool, too, and so was Mel. Just friends; just friends you cared deeply about. The candle blows out as a summer breeze carries into your living room, plunging you and Viktor into darkness. He merely lifts his hand, popping out a miniature LED device from his palm (gross) and placing it onto the table. He all but beams at you, though the light casts spooky shadows across his angular features, and you can’t help but laugh. “What is it?” He raises a thick eyebrow at you over the rim of his mug (naturally, you’d given him the novelty mug he mailed to you when you finished med school that read “trust me, I’m a doctor,” because he got a kick out of his Ph.D. title being misinterpreted for the life-saving kind of doctor. “I can’t believe you rigged your transplanted limbs to have detachables,” you scoff. “Good thing you’re not a dad; you’d be disassembled like a pile of Legos, waiting to be stepped on.” Viktor snorts, then gets up to fashion himself a mug of tea now that he’s a little more hydrated and sober. “You’re probably right about that,” he muses. But as he waits for the water to boil, his mind flashes to an image of a kid who looks vaguely like you, face scrunched up in pain as the kid hops away from a stash of Viktor’s spare parts strewn all over a colorful playmat. Thoughts drifting, he stirs the teabag into hot water before lifting the mug to his lips. Sure, he’d balked at the idea of having a kid and giving up his career back then, but now? The idea of a family didn’t sound as bad as it used to, perhaps because he’d achieved what he set out to do. Wait. Why did this imaginary child look like you? “Ow!” Viktor yelps from your kitchen; you leap to your knees on the couch to peer over at him. “What’s wrong? What happened?” “Nothing,” Viktor scowls, padding back into the living room and (carefully) dumping himself back onto your sofa. “Probably burned my lip on hot tea, but such is life.” You give him a quizzical look in the thin rays of LED light. “Wow. You’re probably the first cyborg I’ve met who’s ever done something that stupid,” you lilt. “I’m the only cyborg you know,” Viktor rotates his mechanical wrist a full and very disgusting 720-degrees of motion. “Therefore, I’m the smartest cyborg you’ve met.” “And therefore also the dumbest. But I still love you,” you say affectionately. As a friend, you hastily add mentally, hoping that Viktor catches your drift and takes your words casually. He avoids your gaze, watching steam waft from the cooling mug on the coffee table instead. A voice in his mind crafts unspoken questions of his own; as a friend? Or something more? —-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “One of the world’s best minds, scrambling to piece together new Hextech applications at the cutting edge of science, and yet you still can’t figure out how to hold office hours over Zoom?” Viktor leans over your shoulder, peering at your screen as you fiddle with the settings in your browser.   You purse your lips at Viktor’s question. You know how to use Zoom, it’s just that they put all the breakout room buttons in all the wrong places and don’t have a great system for holding a queue. Normally, you’d have been holding office hours in-person, but this semester you were teaching on-loan for the medical school you attended, as a favor to your advisor there. The time zone differences between the school and Cambridge were slight, but still enough of a problem for you, it seemed. “Here,” Viktor drops the teasing tone and puts his hand over yours to move your mouse. “Let me help you.” His cybernetic arm effortlessly keeps his piping-hot cup of shitty Starbucks coffee stable and far from you; good thing, too, because you were convinced that he’d tweaked the pain receptor settings in his hardware just so he could hold boiling-hot paper cups without the cardboard sleeve for bragging rights. Jayce watches intently from two desks away, wondering when this will-they-won’t-they thing you’ve got with Viktor will go in one direction or the other. Maybe he’ll ask Prof. Heims if the old codger will take bets. Or maybe he’ll start a betting pool with the PhD students; they were always looking to make a quick buck and for any entertainment that would break the monotony of data analysis. Then Viktor clears his throat. Jayce jumps in his seat, realizing that the two of you are staring at him intently. “What?” Jayce asks. “You were mumbling something about taking bets while staring us down like a serial killer,” you say matter-of-factly. “What’s the wager? I want in!” “As do I,” Viktor intones, eyes narrowing in suspicion. Terrified, Jayce blurts out some random excuse before grabbing his jacket and booking it out of the lab. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to ship his two best friends together; Viktor could be silently threatening enough on his own, and he didn’t need to be ganged up on in a two-versus-one situation. He complains about this to Mel later, while chopping vegetables for dinner, but she only laughs. “It’s only a matter of time,” she grins. “For two geniuses, they’re a little idiotic.” Jayce sags with relief as he passes her a bowl of diced onions. “You think? I’m not off the mark? They won’t kill me or experiment on me for starting a pool?” “Oh, Viktor might still murder you for it, but I think he’ll be pleased with the outcome if they do get together.” Mel raises a spoon to her lips, tasting the sauce she stirs every so often. “And put fifty bucks on them not figuring it out before the next Hextech product launch.” “The next launch isn’t even on the roadmap yet! It’ll take at least another two years before we have a viable prototype.” “Exactly,” Mel smirks, tossing in the onions. —-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Viktor’s new Science Goggles are absolutely ridiculous. They’re not up-to-grade, for one, because they’ve been painted on and modified with straps of leather and circular cutouts to look like they came straight from a steampunk costume store. With their modifications, they are definitely not kosher for any number of chemical or mechanical tests, and definitely won’t keep his eyes safe from anything except flying bugs and dust particles. Thus the “Science Goggles” euphemism, and not ‘safety goggles.’ “Where in the world did you get those?” Mel asks from where she’s perched in Jayce’ lap. Yes, in the lab. With all the part-time undergrad researchers flitting around. “… They were on my desk when I got in this morning,” Viktor muses, leaning closer to his monitors to stare at a bug in his code. “With a lovely note about the dangers of excessive blue-light exposure, and a short postscript on how good I might look in this kind of fashion. I find that they do help, somewhat, and the eye strain has been considerably less awful today.” You glance at your desk calendar. Ah — October 30th. Someone, it seemed, had given Viktor a Halloween present. A research assistant bumps into your chair, almost sending you spinning; a flurry of apologies rises from one of the undergrads who’s been working on smaller-scale experiments with you and Viktor this semester. It clicks; you thought you noticed furtive glances from this kid to your lab partner, and the guy did have a strangely Victorian-inspired aesthetic about him. “For what it’s worth, Doctor,” the kid says, referring to Viktor (who turns towards the sound without removing the goggles, looking somewhat like a bug with the size of the lenses against his narrow face). “I think you look great in those glasses.” Then he turns pink, spins on his heel, and runs for the machine room with his clipboard tucked tight to his chest. You chuckle, leaning back in your chair with a smirk spreading across your lips. You prop your feet up on your desk, inches away from Viktor’s; he twitches, but since your shoes haven’t touched his desk, he remains silent. Fingers tapping at your phone, you shoot a message to Jayce and Mel.

askyourdoctor: thats a dozen now, you owe me and mel twenty bucks m.medarda: indeed! pay up; i take cash app or venmo, or booty call coupons askyourdoctor: gross, mel… j-ace: ugh this was rigged i swear j-ace: who would have thought viktor would have a baker’s dozen of people crushing on him before the end of the semester? are you sure you two ladies didn’t pay anyone to fall for him m.medarda: that would be a breach of ethical conduct j-ace: ethics? in a private bet on viktor’s oblivious casanova status? askyourdoctor: wait a baker’s dozen = 13 not 12; who’s the 13th?

You glance up at Jayce, eyebrows furrowed in puzzlement. He swallows thickly, Adams apple bobbing, and Mel locks her phone before jumping off his lap.

askyourdoctor: guys????????

“Hey Four-Eyes, you want any coffee?” Viktor perks up, shoving the Science Goggles to his forehead as he takes off the lid of his new, re-usable coffee mug to peer inside — empty. “Yes, please,” he hands Mel the mug as the couple vacate the lab.

askyourdoctor: guys?? who’s the thirteenth person?!?!

Drumming his fingers on his desk, Viktor ponders taking a small break. Then he leans back, frowning disapprovingly at your feet, before sitting back up to roll his chair over to yours. “Who are you texting so feverishly?” “Nothing,” you yelp, nearly tripping as you jump out of your chair and dash after your coffee-running friends. “Jayce! Mel! Wait up!” Viktor watches the door swing closed behind you three. He tilts his head in confusion, but gives an exasperated sigh before turning back to his code. In usual form, he fails to notice the small gaggle of admiring young researchers peering at his lanky frame through the windows of the mechanics lab. ————————————————————————— It had been nearly four months since you had been enlightened by Jayce and Mel to your status as the first of thirteen of Viktor’s admirers, three months since you admitted to yourself (and the two of them) that they were, in fact, right, and about two months since you’d become jumpily hyperaware around Viktor in the lab. To Viktor’s hurt confusion, it had been the third week you’d bailed on your weekly tradition of shitty bar trivia. Come to think of it, your standing appointment had been a bit odd in the past few months; you’d been more quiet and less invested in winning, and had been drinking less and less during these nights until four weeks ago — the last known trivia night — when you had perhaps a few sips of your gin and tonic before ignoring your drink. He’d tried to corner you at the lab to ask you about it, but you’d been working from home more often or conducting experiments that required solo attendance (for less interference) in the machine room. The data never had any issues, and he was easily able to retrieve files from the shared Google Drive, but it felt like you’d mainly communicated in comment threads, emails, or suggested edits rather than in person. Viktor had the vague sensation he only felt when being broken up with, but that was strange; you weren’t a couple, and you were still at talking to him in some avenues, at least. When he asked Jayce if you weren’t feeling well, the taller man only gave Viktor a cryptic, disappointed look before letting out an annoyed huff of air. Mel hadn’t been much help either, being equally as mysterious when he asked her, too. And much to Viktor’s newfound annoyance, in your absence his desk had been littered with more anonymous (though helpful, and thoughtful) gifts from what he suspected were the group of undergrads that kept attending his office hours armed with questions he knew they already knew the answers to. He knew you had some clinical trials to attend to at the nearby hospital as part of your role and your duties as a resident, so Viktor intended to give you some space in the event that you were overly stressed or overworked by your work — but after receiving three tepid excuses for not making the trivia night he only liked because you seemed to love it so much, his resolve dissipated and his curiosity became too intense to bear.

viktor: have i perhaps done something wrong? viktor: if it’s because we lost last month’s trivia night by a point because i got into a minor disagreement with the host regarding the state of known subatomic particles, i’m sorry i cost us our victory askyourdoctor: that hypothesis is absolutely ridiculous and you know it viktor: then what? i feel like you’re avoiding me. something is definitely different and I have data to prove it, if you’d like me to share my notes with you askyourdoctor: … askyourdoctor: viktor, do you have spreadsheets to keep tabs on your FRIENDS viktor: no. just you, and just recently, because i can’t for the life of me deduce why you’ve been acting so strangely around me viktor: data aside, the result of my analysis is that i miss you, and tonight is trivia night. it’s not too late to go, if you don’t dislike me for whatever reason. i’d like to attend, if only just to see you. we don’t have to try to win

You glance at the corner of your phone screen at the clock readout; he was right, it wasn’t too late for you to make it to the bar from your house. You’d been planning to continue your binge-watch of LOST, which had been a helpful if highly confusing distraction from your feelings, but screw it all. As nervous as you were around him, you missed him, too, and you were beginning to get fed up with the show as well as your teenage-level awkwardness around your longtime friend and — ugh — crush.

askyourdoctor: fine. you’re buying viktor: i’d assumed i would, as per usual

How gallant. But if you were to survive an evening sitting so close to Viktor, heads huddled over novelty questions, you were going to need quite a few drinks. You say a short prayer to anyone who will listen to ‘please bless Viktor’s wallet’ as well as your sanity, before heaving yourself off your couch to get dressed. ————————————————————————— For someone so intelligent and driven, Viktor has an incredibly difficult time staying focused this evening. You pointedly try to keep the conversation centered on trivia responses, shop talk, or general topics, but Viktor infuriatingly perforates every lull with direct interrogations into your mental state — all without missing a beat. “How many moons are currently orbiting Jupiter?” Bleats the host. “79,” Viktor immediately says to you, eyes downcast on your hands as you quickly scribble in the answer on your sheet. The bar erupts with sound as other groups debate among themselves, scurrying to come up with the right answer. “No idea how you knew that before I did,” you mutter under your breath, doodling in the margins. You're usually the trivia master. You brace yourself for Viktor’s follow-up question, something he’s done since the second round. It’s been like this for fifteen minutes; trivia question, rapid-fire response, personal question. You’ve successfully fended off most of them, saved primarily by the pace of incoming trivia tidbits (“Are you sick?” “No.” “Has it been busy at the hospital?” “Mostly.” “Why do you keep working from home instead of coming into the lab?” “Kinda behind on house chores and wanted to save the commute — ah, they’re asking the next question, sshhh!”) As the questions get more and more personal or difficult to answer (things like “are you sure you’re not mad at me?” Or “are you seeing someone?”), you find yourself in need of greater creativity to answer them with lies, and thus you end up about five vodka sodas into a rather early evening. But Viktor’s next question catches you off-guard. “Do I make you uncomfortable?” “God, yes.” The words blurt out of your mouth faster than your brain can remember to filter them, and it’s only when Viktor looks shocked that you realize what you’ve said in your increasingly inebriated state. He fidgets in his seat. The host rattles off another question (“continents shift at the same growth rate as what?”); Viktor takes the paper and pencil from you and scribbles down “fingernails,” only tearing his wide-eyed gaze from you once. “Why?” He asks in the smallest voice you’ve ever heard — your heart tightens in your chest when you detect a tinge of hurt in the word. You let out a frustrated groan; a few people from one table over shoot you either concerned or dirty looks. “Look,” you lean over, world spinning a bit from your rising blood alcohol level. Viktor leans in, eyes still on yours. “Now is not the time or the place to discuss this.” He objects. “Now is the time; it’s been time for over a month now. Though I’ll agree that this isn’t the best place. I just thought it’d be better to suss this out on neutral grounds.” What common animal in North America has no gallbladder? “Deer,” you point at the next line on the answer sheet, glad to beat Viktor to the punch. He obediently scrawls down the letters, but still looks at you expectantly. You squint at his glass of wine; odd choice in a dive bar, but whatever — you try to down the rest of it in an attempt to gain more liquid courage. He yelps, pulling the glass out of your fingers before you can polish it off. “What’s gotten into you?” He hisses, not out of malice but out of concern. Kissing increases most people’s heart rate to over how many beats per minute? “One-hundred,” you’re hiccuping now, and pointedly ignoring his question. Viktor raises an eyebrow. “One-hundred and ten,” he corrects. “My data shows that simple attraction alone can raise the heart rate to over ninety-five b.p.m.; I’d imagine that kissing…” (Are you drunk, or did he just glance down at your lips?) “…should push a heart rate up to over one-ten, at least.” “Whatever you say, Casanova,” you roll your eyes. “I’d consider myself more of the expert in that department.” Your voice turns woeful; you wish could control your heartbeat around Viktor, but no —  it’s an impossibility. Even tonight, after so many weeks of successfully avoiding Viktor and trying to quell your feelings, your heart races just by being near him. He narrows his eyes at you. “What do you mean?” You fix him with an unfocused stare. The trivia host says something, but your brain doesn’t process the words. “I dunno,” you shrug, letting out the words in a sing-song fashion. “Maybe ask Jayce what the number thirteen means.” Yep, you’re drunk. You wave at the trivia host, asking him to repeat the question. He politely reminds you that he can only repeat the question twice, and has done so already, so you curl back into your seat with a pout. Next to you, Viktor taps at his phone at breakneck speed. You try to read what he’s typing out, but it’s a bit hard to see between the drunk goggles you’ve got on and the small font on his screen. The icon at the top of his chats looks familiar, though; it’s the corner of a mouth full of gleaming white teeth. Isn’t that a joke photo you took of Jayce at a long-ago gala during a speech, while giggling conspiratorially with a champagne-infused Viktor? Wait. You feel yourself sobering up instantly. Snatching Viktor’s phone out of his hand, you pull his phone towards you and squint at the screen. To Viktor’s credit, his cybernetic reflexes are scary fast and he manages to keep his thumb and index finger pressed against the corner of the glass — against his credit, however, his reflexes are a little too fast and his mechanical grip a bit too strong, and the glass cracks. “Oops, sorry,” you apologize instantly, but you don’t feel that bad when leaking LCD fluid obfuscates whatever Jayce’ response was to ‘wtf does 13 mean’ followed by ten angry-face emojis (guess Viktor wasn’t entirely sober, either — glad he was sort of keeping you company in that regard). Viktor gives a frustrated growl, but the visible portion of his screen lights up with an incoming call: gleaming teeth, again. “No, don’t take that,” you protest weakly, but you’re still not entirely clear-minded and the effort is futile. Viktor leaps to his half-flesh, half-machine feet and steps outside the bar, grateful that the “accept call” button still seems to work. You shrink into your seat, suddenly nervous. It had probably been a mistake to drink tonight; you’d wanted to calm your nerves and present yourself as you always had been around Viktor, but perhaps you’d had a little too much on an empty stomach and had been a little thrown by how much he still affected you despite your best efforts to get over your affections. Eyes fixed on the window, you watch Viktor’s posture go through a range of interesting positions during his call before he turns back towards you, his gaze laser-focused. His hand slowly drops to his side and he gives you an open expression of awe before urgently waving for you to come outside. Your trembling fingers shred up your answer sheet and tosses the pieces into a waste bin on your way out; behind you, the host declares your team forfeit as other competitors cheer. “Um, hi.” It’s chilly outside in the crisp, autumnal air. Viktor immediately wraps his jacket around your shoulders; when you protest, he gestures at his transplanted limbs. Right. He’d added heating elements to them to assist with terrible winters. “Hi,” he exhales. His eyes look clear, and you feel like your alcohol buzz is all but gone (though you expect the dehydration to hit you tomorrow). Neither of you say anything for a beat. Then a voice crackles from somewhere around Viktor’s hips. “Viktor?” You both jump — Jayce’ voice is LOUD. Viktor curses something Slavic that sounds really unbecoming, then fumbles with controls in his wrist before shoving his phone back into his pocket. “Sorry,” he mumbles. “Bluetooth.” He gestures at his leg. “And accidentally pressing on the speaker button, which I can’t see because of the loose LCD liquid.” You blink. He blinks. Then you burst out laughing at the absurdity of it all. “For the love of all that is holy and good, please don’t connect your appendages to any other technologies,” you plead in between breaths. “I know you’re a genius and you’re my best friend and I’d be amazed by virtually anything you do, but some things are meant to be left un-experimented with.” Some of the light in Viktor’s amber eyes falters. “Best friend? Despite… the thirteen?” Ah. So Jayce did, in fact spill the beans — though you suppose you’d given the all-clear in your drunken state. You swallow, avoiding the intensity of Viktor’s gaze. “Well, now that you know the truth, I’m actually the first, not the last.” He rubs at the corners of his eyes, pressing them shut. “Wait. What do you mean? You? Jayce said that you all had a bet on how many students would end up crushing on me before the end of the semester; he mentioned that you might be feeling weirded out by it despite being an enthusiastic member of this betting pool. You’re both ridiculous, by the way, but I thought… I just thought…” Um. What? Jayce hadn’t revealed that you were part of the thirteen? “You thought what?” Viktor shuffles where he stands, now averting your gaze, which you fix on him. “I thought you might have avoided me because you were jealous. That you might have a stake in the game, or an interest in me.” He exhales. “Forget it, it’s ridiculous.” He turns to leave, shoving his hands into his pockets as he shivers; guess he hadn’t turned on his conveniently-attached heaters after all. You reach out to stop him with a hand on his arm. “Viktor, wait.” You sigh, mustering up whatever fully-sober courage you could find. “I was a little jealous, but you’re missing some key information. When I said I was the first, I meant that I’m part of those thirteen people. Surprised Jayce didn’t think to tell you that, though I’ll give him a piece of my mind later.” “First,” he says, folding the word over in his mouth as his mind runs through calculations. “The semester in question ended two months ago; how long ago did you start having feelings for me?” You pull the lapels of his jacket tighter around you, not really wanting to admit the real truth quite so readily. “Uh,” you say intelligently. “I only admitted it to myself a few months ago, but if I’m being realistic, this has been a building undercurrent for years.” “Years,” he repeats, and you begin to wonder if Viktor’s lost some of his vocabulary. You watch as the wheels turn in his head, waiting for a real response from him. Then, somehow, his lips are on yours. They’re cold and dry and yet so soft, and though he quickly leans away in what you presume to be shyness, you grab him by the front of his shirt and pull him back to you. You’re both well into adulthood, both fully experienced in the art of kissing others but not each other, but you think for a first kiss between longtime friends it’s a pretty good one. When you break apart, Viktor glances at the display embedded into his mechanical wrist. “Over one-hundred and ten b.p.m.,” he comments, showing you the readout of his heart-rate monitor. “Well, I’ll be damned,” you laugh, and tug him down for another kiss. ————————————————————————— Since you and Viktor became an official ‘Thing’ in the lab (much to the disappointment of twelve of Viktor’s students, and much to Jayce’ suddenly wealthy glee due to his won bet against Mel), you’ve settled into a much more normal cadence of interaction with Viktor. The past few months had been self-inflicted torture which you now know was entirely unnecessary, but Viktor does his best to not hold the minor hurt you caused him against you. Sure, he brings it up in arguments, but always playfully — he’s much more grateful that the short period of questioning and turmoil led to such a brilliant outcome. Rather, he’s just glad you’re not as twitchy around him anymore, and no longer avoiding him. You don’t return to that bar for trivia; you’re both pretty sure people stopped playing the game and watched your little drama transpire outside. Instead, you find a different establishment. It’s equally as dive-y and much closer to Viktor’s apartment, which makes for a very convenient escape for whenever you get too handsy when he sexily answers a nerdy question with incredible ease. You don’t go out as often, preferring to stay inside where you can snuggle to your hearts’ content. Tonight, you’re curled up against Viktor, ignoring the biting cold of the snow outside and rather enjoying your literal space heater of a boyfriend as he tries to wrap his brilliant brain around the plot of LOST. “It doesn’t make sense,” he complains, scrolling through his phone while the show is paused, trying his best to decipher the various plot lines. “After a certain point, I don’t think it’s supposed to,” you laugh, placing nibbling kisses under his jaw. He squirms, much to your delight, but he keeps scrolling through plot summaries. “And why do you watch something so nonsensical?” He frowns at the screen; you bought him a new phone, one he thankfully hasn’t connected to the Bluetooth sensors in his mechanical arms. Heimerdinger’s pet Poro, who Viktor happens to be pet-sitting, jumps into his lap in order to burrow into his warmth. You snuggle closer into both of them. “It’s an excellent distraction,” you hum. “I started watching it while I was busy trying to ignore my feelings for you.” Viktor opens his mouth in a little ‘ah’ of recognition, before lifting his arm around you and beginning to trace absentminded patterns into your arm. “I’ll give you that, but I think it’s more distracting because it’s frustrating.” He glances down at you and the very pleased Poro, thinks for a second, then lifts the rotund pet off of his lap with ease. The creature gives an indignant sound, displeased to lose such a wonderful heat source in a cold winter, but Viktor ignores it as he stands. “I can think of a better distraction,” he declares, tugging you up from the couch. You protest at the loss of warmth yourself as the blanket falls away from your body, but you follow Viktor to the bedroom nonetheless. When you hear a whirring sound, your jaw drops open in disbelief. “You didn’t.” “I didn’t what?” Viktor murmurs, pressing kisses to your forehead and peppering them down your face and décolletage as he slips warm fingers beneath your sweater. “You did NOT install a vibrator into your implants!!” “I might have. I might have not,” he muses, enjoying shock in your voice a little too much. “Would you really complain about it if I did, though?” “Yes!” You splutter. “That’s so… It’s…” “Relax,” Viktor husks into your ear with a chuckle, drawing his fingers up your bare back with feather-light touches. “I didn’t, for the record, though it’s incredible fun to watch you determine whether it’s a turn-on or a turn-off.” He divests you of your clothing quickly before gesturing for you to head to the bed. You oblige, but not before helping him out of his own vestments first. “Worst boyfriend ever,” you tease as you lean back on the bed. “You have a terrible sense of humor.” “Worst? Really?” He kneels, kissing a trail up your legs as his hands dance over your skin. “Mmhmm,” you reply weakly. You’re enjoying his ministrations a little more than you’d care to admit, and your resolve for teasing him is quickly waning. “We’ll see about that,” Viktor smiles against your skin. Then he proceeds to disprove your highly unscientific conclusion, preferring to present you with another theory: that he might be the best boyfriend ever instead. When you come down from your third high of the night, you find yourself with significant proof towards his hypothesis. You let him know, and he merely replies with a short “good” and a kiss to your cheek. Spent, you curl into him and quickly drift off to sleep in his arms. Arm trapped beneath you, he lifts his wrist to check something, your hair illuminated by the faint glow from the display. 160 beats per minute, slowing down as his own breath evens out. Viktor smiles privately to himself, turns off the display, then lets himself ship off to sleep with you.

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[angelltheninth]

How would the men of Arcane make love to fem!reader while they spend a night of intimacy together? Passionately? Sensually? Intensely? Roughly?

Sure thing Anon!

Pairing: Viktor, Jayce, Silco, Vander, Ekko, Marcus, Finn x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, established relationship, kissing, rough sex, gentle sex, fingering, dirty talk, cuddles, aftercare, size difference

A/N: Love that I'm still getting Arcane requests even though the fandom seems to have died down a little.

Viktor is sensual and rough when he makes love with you. Sensual with his words, rough with his fingers and when he thrusts into you. It's the duality of him, kind of in the same way where he seems really cute and meek but is actually pretty cocky behind closed doors.

He always balances his sweet talking with the same amount of his cock hitting at just the right angle inside of you to get your eyes to roll into the back of your head. Will praise you to no end, but in between every word he will make sure he gets a good thrust in to keep you on your toes, and your back arched.

"Thought you liked it when I talked all sweet to you, darling. Was that a lie? No, no, I'm not saying you lie to me all the time, just when you really crave this dick. You should be honest, I love you and I love giving you what you want, so don't even try to tell me to shut up now okay? I know it makes you tighter when I talk."

Jayce is the most passionate guy you've ever made love to. He puts his all behind everything he does, weather that be the candle-lit path to the bedroom, the foreplay where he's on all fours and eating you our or when he has you on all fours and hammering your cunt like there's no tomorrow.

No way will you be able to even think of any other man when he shows you what he can do for you. He dedicates his all to your pleasure, his is secondary to you. In fact the most pleasure he will get is when he sees you that you're enjoying what he's doing for you, to you.

"Here's good right? Doesn't hurt? Good, with my size it can be a little tricky. All out then, fuck... been waiting for you to say that all night. Babe, I'm about to ruin you. Oh you bet, gonna make you lose count of your orgasms, I wanna make you feel the best you've ever felt."

Silco is very intense and can get very rough if the situation calls for it. He really likes to show his power over you and make every experience better then the last by making you wait, by edging you a bit longer until you come to the point where you're the one hoping on his cock when the doors slam shut.

There are few people he enjoys spending time with and you're definitely one of them, weather its you bent over his office desk, cockwarming him while he goes over the papers, or choking on his cock all day under the desk, he likes having you close and he likes when you know he's the boss.

"A break? We just got started darling. That was just two, there's still a lot more to go. If it's gonna make it easier you can rest by getting under the desk a little. If I feel that mouth, or your hand stopping for even a second you're gonna give me two more orgasms. Understood? Good girl."

Vander can get very passionate and rough but he always follows it up with a really long cuddle and aftercare session. That's something he likes slightly more then the sex itself. It's good, its really good, having your warm pussy stretched around his huge cock, but he can't say he doesn't love it how you cuddle up on top of him after.

He always prepares you for his cock but the prep can be just as rough as the sex itself since its so easy for him to get lost in the whimpers and moans that you make when he adds another finger. And then another. Your hip and thighs are sometimes bruised with a very big handprint. You don't always hide it either.

"Easy darlin', I know you're as horny as can be but you know as well as I that you can't me right away. Its frustrating? Well I'm sorry for being big, nothing I can do about it. I'll get you there don't worry. In the mean time, tell me, how was your day? You thought of me? That's very flattering, I couldn't stop thinking about getting my hands on you either."

Ekko is a very sensual lover and a bit on the calculated side as well. A lot of his plans tend to go a little astray when he sees you naked but eventually he's able to get you right where he wants you and make you feel good.

He cannot stop touching you while he makes love to you. He needs to feel your body quivering every time he jolts his hips forward and buries his cock to the hilt, every time you bite into his neck to muffle your next moan because you know how cheeky he can be and go from slow to fast and then to slow again in order to make it last longer for the both of you.

"You keep messing up my plans Firefly. I was gonna sweep you of your feet, make it all nice, romantic for you, but you had to go and make me this hard right away. I can't focus on romance like this, all the blood's rushing to my cock. Fucking gods, getting on your knees is not making it any better. Well... maybe a little bit."

Marcus is rough and intense because in all honestly he feels like he doesn't deserve what he has with you. He needs to make sure he's not dreaming, that you're real, that you love him despite all his damn mistakes, that you can handle everything he has to give.

When he really gets into it there's hardly any stopping him until he's spent and laying almost limp on top of you, kissing your neck, your shoulders, your face, almost like he's saying sorry when there's nothing for him to be sorry for. You always assure him that when you allow him to be rough, its because you want him to be, he's never hurting you unless you need him to, and he never will.

"Did I overdo it? You'd tell me if I did right? No, I know you can be my pretty painslut, I love that side of you sweetheart, you know I do. Just trying to make sure. You think you can take more? Your pussy's already so sensitive, it keeps pulsing around me, squeezing out all the cum, are you sure? One more round then."

Finn is very rough with you and is proud of all the ways he makes you whimper and moan and even cry on occasion. There is a safeword for you to use but he's rarely heard it from you so he's very familiar with your limits by now. He really likes to manhandle you and use your body as his pretty fucktoy, you're not even ashamed that you like it just as much anymore.

He was so surprised when you asked him to slap you but he didn't hold back either. He kissed, or rather licked the pain away before ramming his cock back inside your cunt with so much force your back arched off the bed and scratch his back up like he's been mauled. Good, he loves a mutual give and take.

"Oh my gods kitten, begging to be hit. I knew you were a kinky whore from the moment I saw you. Aren't you glad I helped you find this side of yourself? If you're so grateful you'll come on my cock right now. Do it! Come on, come on, let me feel that cunt sucking my cock."

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[cherubfae]

soft partner who is super strong || arcane x reader

with Vander, Silco, Viktor, Jayce, Caitlyn, Vi, & Jinx

tags: slight canon typical violence/explosions, alcohol consumption, cursing, established relationships, lots of fluff and silliness :3 gn!reader as usual! ;D

Vander

He enjoyed teasing you, keeping things out of your reach so that you'd have to ask for his help. He adored being your big, strong man and coming to your aid. Need the jar opened? You've got it! Can't reach those cups at the top shelf? Hang on, darlin', your Vander's got it!

Remodeling The Last Drop had been a spur of the moment ordeal. Two patrons had destroyed half the booze display shelf in a drunken brawl, leaving Vander to clean up the mess and shell out some coin to order the replacements. He would've rebuilt it himself if he had any lumber, but carpentry wood had been scarce as of late.

"Hey, love, which side would you like this to go?"

Vander lifts his head at your words, his eyes damn near popping out of his skull as you casually stop carrying the shelf-- heavy wooden drawers and glass doors in and all-- with such ease. Like you were carrying a bin of trash to the edge of the street."How in the bloody fuck are you doing that, darlin'?" He baffles, watching as you easily squeeze the shelf along its matching partner.

"Oh, you know. You bend down-- it's very important to lift with your legs not your back-- and you grasp your hands on both sides and--"

"Very funny, smartass." Vander doesn't bother to hide his chuckle. He then realized you never needed his help to open those jars in the first place.

Silco

The last thing this kingpin expected was to be caught up in the crossfires between his own men and the Firelights especially not when he was out and about with you. Silco also wasn't expecting you to completely rip off an entire steel paneling of a scrapped boat beached near the murky water and use it as a bloody shield. The two of you were able to return to his office without harm, Silco immediately pouring himself a glass of whiskey. He slumps into his seat with a heavy sigh.

"Darling," he starts, already sounding exasperated. "Just when were you going to tell me you had such gorgeous strength?" Silco toys with the lip of his glass, his eyes flickering to you. You grin wide, unphased.

Quickly, you chirped, "You never asked!" With your signature beaming smile. Silco fights the urge to smack his face with his hand.

"...I hadn't ever considered it a possibility to even ask, but consider me intrigued, dearest. What more can you do? Show me."

Viktor

He's lethally smart and typically a man who doesn't bother asking anyone for help, let alone you, his precious partner. Viktor is often determined to do everything on his own, with a very destructive mindset of 'I'm not useful if I'm not being productive' . Even for Piltover's smartest man, sometimes he did require extra help.

His latest invention was one of stealth and mass. A creation not unlike a Firelight's hovercraft, but much more heavy-duty. It wasn't built for a rider but to be used as a drone-- it was controlled completely by a remote device. Built to shoulder more cargo with an automated turret on the back. Somewhere buried in his mathematics, Viktor miscalculated the dimensions of the clamps meant to hold the mammoth device as he sat in front of it.

Before a ton of weight could come tumbling down on top of him, you had stopped it with ease. Lifting it high over your head, Viktor was in awe. What a true ethereal beauty you are.

Jayce

"I was thinking about this new design for the Atlas gauntlents--... H-How are you lifting that? That's impossible!" Jayce gawks. The sheer amount of iron you carried was inhuman, yet you carried it with such ease that would have the toughest brawler crying to be done. Back and forth, you placed all of his ingots used for smelting off to the side of Jayce's barren new workshop.

You give him an easy grin, smile teasing. "Iron isn't that heavy, Jayce." Shooting him a playful wink, you set the last bulk of the iron aside to return to planning out the blueprint for the forge. Jayce could only blink in disbelief, speechless, and shook his head. Maybe next time he could hire you to help him versus paying others to do it.

Caitlyn

There wasn't much that seemed to surprise Caitlyn anymore. Much of the true nature and cruelty of the world already lived right under Piltover's noses. The existence of Shimmer alone was proof of that.

While working a festival, an explosion near the city square alerted Caitlyn and the other Enforcers to the location. No doubt one of Silco's goons. She looked towards the booth where you had been worked, panic erupting in her stomach when she realized you weren't there.

Upon entering the scene, she was more alarmed than surprised to see you there, helping recover civilians trapped beneath the rubble using such super strength she'd never known you could do before.

Immediately she's at your side, assessing the damage and calling for backup and medical attention for those affected. She'll ask you of this later, for now, the civilians are more important. It was a miracle that you were there to help--and she was relieved you were unharmed. You were the miracle.

Vi

She knew you were strong and capabke of many things. She wasn't aware of one of those things being you could send an Enforcer through several brick and mortar walls. Let alone with a single punch! You truly never cease to amaze her!!

Vi's heart skips a beat in her chest. You wipe your hands across your pants, blowing away the remaining dust collected across your knuckles.

You haven't even broken skin, no sign of blood or marring across your seemingly delicate hands. When you face her, she's got a wide dopey grin on her face and makes the first comment that comes to mind.

"Holy shit, babe. That was hot."

Jinx

She, like everyone else, was quite well-aware of your strength. You enjoyed carrying her around with ease-- she enjoyed it too! The exact magnitude of strength, however, was a mystery.

Until the day finally came where she would learn just how truly powerful her partner was. A foot chase broke out between you and a downed Firelight. The perpetrator in question towing a large rucksack of valuables meant for the Chem-Barons. Jinx had been following the chase along the rooftops of Zaun, doing her best to keep up.

With a snarl, Jinx watched as you hefted a sturdy steel pole that your arms barely wrapped around and slammed it in front of the Firelights, narrowly crushing them beneath its sheer weight.

"Got'cha." You snarked, picking up the rucksack and tossing it over your shoulder. "Let's leave this one for Silco to deal with, honey." You crouch down and grab the unconscious Firelight's shoulder.

Jinx grinned wide. She wasn't used to seeing you so, so feral! She loved it!! You were normally so composed and gentle. She liked this side of you.

"You got it, toots!"

Ekko

The poor boy is a bit lost and confused. The Firelight's hoverboard gear was far from light, it certainly wasn't the heaviest, but he certainly hadn't expected his sweet partner to use the modified tech to smack an entire cargo blimp across the sky and into the sea near the docks.

Shimmering purple water bubbled to the surface, surely infested the already bizarre and chemically unnatural sea life that lurked beneath the water's depths.

"Whoa, I didn't know you had that sorta strength in ya!" Ekko folds his arms across his chest. "Not ideal that that stuff's in the ocean, but Zaun's done worse..." He shakes his head and hops onto his board, offering his hand to you. You accept and he hauls you up behind him. "Let's ditch this scene, yeah, babe?" He snickers, his mask distorting the sound slightly. His board zips to life, leaving green streaks in its wake.

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[mollysunder]

Another thread that was never addressed in Arcane, and I hope it will be next season is how admissions works in Piltover Academy. The writers confirmed that they wanted to include a flashback where Viktor's parents help Viktor sneak into the Academy by giving him a secondhand uniform. Viktor is inevitably clocked as out of place, but he's promising enough that he can officially enroll. The writers also confirmed that Sky was admitted into Piltover based on merit. Sky and Viktor are both Zaunites, but Sky has the more straightforward story of how she got into the Academy.

Did admissions exclude the disabled? Was Sky from a slightly more well to do Zaunite family, and the Academy has an unofficial floor for how poor Zaunites can be to be admitted? Maybe Sky's family previously came from Piltover but couldn't keep up with the lifestyle? Why the extra hoops? Kids like Ekko and Jinx didn't even have the Academy in their vocabulary but they were incredibly academically talented and affiliated with prominent Zaunites, both could have taken a swing at admissions with ease.

I want Arcane to show me what kind of Zaunites are allowed to have the Academy as a pathway for social mobility, as limited as it could be anyway.

#arcane #viktor arcane #sky young #zaun #i can imagine silco thought jinx didn't need the academy becuz he believed zaunites don't need piltover #while i see vander as thinking “what's the point” #vander was more about maintaining things as they are and averting from things that might be seen as competitive towards piltover #whether ut pertained to his kids or zaun itself

[imaginesbymk]

Arcane Preference

HOW THEY ARGUE & MAKE UP WITH YOU

Characters: Silco, Viktor, Jinx, Vi, Jayce Talis, Vander & Sevika.

Request: “what are arcane characters like after a discussion (*argument) with your reader. who would apologize first, how would they handle it.thanks” — @supermegapauselouca

Tags: i guess troubled relationships? 

A/N: espero que vc goste! likes/reblogs/feedback greatly appreciated!! (SO SORRY FOR THE LONG HIATUS i seriously blame my anxiety and depression)

update: I FORGOT VANDER UGH brb

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—SILCO one thing’s for sure, if you two will argue, silco will always stick with his thoughts. he has more power, and his vision for zaun often scares you because of what could happen when war ensues. silco would never threaten you, but if you ever did something to sabotage his vision, you’d imagine the worst and eventually avoid further arguments with him. when he realizes that it’s not only his work that terrifies you, but also himself. you two have a one-on-one heartfelt talk, assuring that he’ll get hurt first before you do.

—VIKTOR you and viktor could be arguing over the littlest things, like him staying up too late in the lab, or the lack of attention and time he has for you. you learn that viktor has a low frustration tolerance and he’ll snap at you if you try to pursue the argument. you notice the realization and guilt hit him and you see it in his eyes and face, and he’ll apologize in a low voice and take it out on himself when the self-blame hits. 

—JINX jinx is never gonna admit that she’s wrong, so it’s just straight up gaslighting and lack of communication when you two argue. it would take her a while to finally open up to you because she destroys everything she sees, and one of you eventually apologizes. most of the time, it’s you apologizing for misunderstanding her, or her apologizing when she directly (or indirectly) hurts you. jinx cares and does not ever want to hurt you, but her actions and intrusive thoughts stop her from mending the damages she causes.

—VI you two will argue over everything. most of the time it’s for the sake of your own safety, and vi would never forgive herself if you ever got hurt and she couldn’t protect you in time. plus, vi is very sharp and tough as nails so her way of running things in zaun would not be to your liking due to the conditions and conflicts. vi always apologizes, though, and you two have to stick together if the two of you want to live and defeat silco.

— JAYCE TALIS jayce is pretty ambitious but yet so stubborn, so when you confront him on how he’s running council, he takes it very personally and looks down on you, thinking that you don’t know what you’re talking about and how you don’t know how politics work in piltover. jayce is the one who approaches you alone when he’s defeated and stuck in the situation he’s in. he admits that you were right, and asks for your help.

– SEVIKA you and sevika constantly bicker. she’s very verbal in the arguments, and insists that what she does is right, even if silco thinks otherwise. though you almost never see her soft or vulnerable side, you really want sevika to be responsible of her actions and what she says to avoid getting killed. she apologizes to you at the bar and offers you a drink. she knows she can’t focus without the thought of you getting hurt by silco, any zaun rival gangs or piltover enforcers.

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