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ihopeinevergetsoberr · 3 months

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the counterpart

• chapter 1 — a welcome threatening stir

rating: explicit. please don’t skip straight to the (future) smut parts though, i’m currently teaching myself how to play chess just for this fic /hj

word count: 4,5k

pairing: viktor x fem!reader (no use of ‘y/n’)

cw: alcohol, occasional cussing, reader is a smoker (she plays chess and lives in the 90s, how do you expect her to have healthy lungs in these conditions?). a LOT of tension, viktor is a certified brat tamer. i think that’s it — please come yell at me if i missed anything. basically just a silly little chess rivals (sort of) au.

i am finally writing this multichapter and i hope it will be a fun read for you and an excellent torture for me. i have a vision but i don’t know how to make shit perfectly executed. we’ll see how this goes. an ao3 link will be added later. any feedback is highly appreciated.

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You weren’t obsessed with him.

With the way his tongue would click against his teeth so astutely irritating — a gesture you grew to define as some brief foreplay before said appendage touched his palate precisely one tortuous time, whispering a victorious ‘check’. With a crease dissecting his forehead — a rare occasion you managed to grasp only twice: the first time being your failed attempt to capture his queen, and the second — a recent one, at that — being a foolish way you’ve lost a freshly converted into a rook pawn: concurrently the most humiliating way to jeopardize an intellectual sparring.

You weren’t obsessed with his bizarre contemplative humming, nor with his Czech last name — needless to mention the disheveled mayhem of dark hair: Viktor was just a mere enigma you fancied to occasionally demerge — sneakily, patiently, with a positive passion to it. Habitually in a private ambiance of either his or your dorm room, though actually more commonly his — something about it simply screamed peace, as contradictory as that sounds. Sweetly quiet, relatively neat, with a never properly made bed being the only truly concerning mess in it.

That apartment was the embodiment of a grandmaster’s mind, and it certainly had all the chances of belonging to one at some point: if only he kept up with the meticulous tactics you were (secretly) so jealous about.

“Envy is a waste of time,” he unkindly reminded you one particularly languid evening, “you should pursue ways to expand your knowledge — not to contract them with such trivialities.”

That reproach got into your ambitious head. Call it a reality check or a simple first impression — since that encounter was also the first one you two had ever shared.

Though could someone really blame you? You didn’t need humbling. Well, not any more of that crude one, at the very least — a local college chess club had more than enough of it to offer. You could consume their disdain for weeks and it still wouldn’t make them run out of it — they had plenty in stock specifically for women. That much was obvious the second you appeared before those arrogant, prejudiced fools. You stepped in there innocently hoping to enroll, but stormed off with a genuine intention to commit homicide — a manslaughter, to be precise, and god weren’t you going to be merciful.

‘You can’t enroll without a rating,’ hissed that bespectacled, caricaturely tall boy — all heavily starched collar, stupid chequered tie and a handful of dirty blonde hair plastered across his forehead.

Bullshit, you thought, gathering every last ounce of your forced politeness, who needs a rating to enroll into a college fucking chess club?

‘We don’t accept amateurs,’ assented his not any less grimy interlocutor, his expression a tad bit more bearable. ‘Please, leave,’ he demanded, lancing your face with his hostile eyes.

Well, it’s a good thing you accept ill-mannered bastards, you almost muttered, fists clenching hard into a white-knuckled disaster.

And perhaps you were even willing to negotiate, to have their best players all lined up in front of you — each waiting for a turn to be relentlessly put in his place by you; and you would certainly show them — quick, efficient and contemplative. You would force them into submission — professionally so, in a way that would make them all wonder whether the next Judit Poglar herself has decided to bless them with her presence.

Because, sure; you were certainly many things — an excellent mind, a trickster, a fanatic, but that list never included an amateur. The mere fact someone even dared to insult you in such a way — and without even sparing you one game of chess — was, frankly, deeply humiliating.

So you decided to let your pride win. Walked out of that damned club with an ostentatious huff, heels clacking loud enough to muffle their demeaningly misogynistic brouhaha — a tacit protest, an addendum to your passive-aggressive ‘good luck, gentlemen’.

They didn’t want you — fine, whatever, you didn’t want them either. You’ll find yourself a counterpart soon — not any less intelligent, and, most importantly, a respectful one. They’ll come crawling back to you once you gain a rating, mourning their loss and pathetically begging for sweet mercy. You could already imagine the holes rubbed through the nice fabric of their dress pants from all the kneeling you’ll make them do.

Besides, Jayce had already promised to introduce you to someone decent. ‘He’s sweet,’ he assured you, a friendly arm wrapped around your tense shoulder. ‘Incredibly smart,’ he proceeded with his wholehearted praise, proud grin so wide the corners of his mouth were definitely hurting. ‘Somewhat awkward,’ he mused, raising one eyebrow in consideration, ‘though I’m not entirely sure it’s awkwardness, per se, Viktor is simply… pensive.’

Viktor. Your eyes squeezed shut, offering the restless imagination a brief opportunity to brainstorm. A competent, pensive and sweet chess lover: what would his temper turn out to be like? Does he have a rating yet? What if he’s already playing professionally? Perhaps he even has a title?

Jayce’s next comment didn’t offer you much help though.

‘He’s handsome too,’ he whispered, a shit-eating smirk wiped instantly off his pleased physiognomy. Elbows become offensive weapons between the ribs of unfortunate matchmakers, you see.

Either way: the deal was sealed. You were going to meet Viktor the next chance you get, and Jayce’s upcoming birthday has provided you with precisely that convenience.

It still happened rather spontaneously — you can’t mentally prepare yourself for an encounter you don’t quite know what to expect of. Sure, Jayce’s complaisant flattery was still at your service — a source not exactly reliable, yet somewhat welcomed nonetheless: though only because you lacked any other information about this Viktor persona.

But you decided not to upset a dear friend on his birthday. Acting like Jayce was bearable to be around was a part of your gift, after all.

Unfortunately, the fact he was born on an awfully steamy July day wasn’t helping you accomplish that; you squinted, drowning a glass of that disgustingly warm bourbon, a couple of melted ice cubes in it slightly diluting the once-rich taste of liquor. The man of the hour had quickly dissolved into a mess of infuriatingly noisy people after only reserving you a quick hello, shiny eyes already evidently tipsy — either from all the attention or the contentious quality of the booze this bar had to offer.

You didn’t dare to complain. The tab was on a birthday boy, and you knew better than to look a gift horse in the mouth. Knew better, yet still stared right at Jayce’s laughing physiognomy, grin so blindingly toothy it had you regretting ever sojourning this feast of life. Not that you had anything against attending birthday celebrations; but a cramped bar, a cheap drink and not a single minute spent with a man you came here for weren’t exactly your ideal perception of said… festivity. Not to mention that Viktor was terribly late — though your darling mutual acquaintance was in no state to properly introduce you to him anyway. You slipped out of your bar stool, rubbing an erratic little pattern into the weary skin of each heavy eyelid — but the sleepiness didn’t magically dissolve under the persistent pressure of your fingers. If there existed a thing you hated more than cocky men and bad booze — then it certainly had to be feeling hot, and this awful place has kindly reminded you of precisely that long forgotten loathing; air so sticky it was melting your brain into a tired, dysfunctional mush.

Somehow you managed to find an exit before the headache became borderline unbearable, letting the evening greet you with a chilly slap on precisely that slick place where a damp blouse kept clinging onto your sweaty back. Summer sure was relentless this year — the outdoors didn’t offer you much of that crispy gentle breeze, but it was still not nearly as suffocatingly hot as inside that grimy shelter for drunks.

Shaky hands slid inside the pocket of your pants, fumbling frantically with the contents of it: glistening candy wrappers, ringing keys and a handful of coins. Took you long enough to finally feel the shape of an old lighter, the spark wheel of it so terribly rusty the callus on your thumb started stinging as soon as you laid it on that rough little bump.

With a sigh, you fetched a folded pack of Camel out of the same stuffed sack, the state of said poor thing utterly matching its owner’s — all ruffled, messy, with the bottom of it barely still intact. Well, fine, perhaps that last trait was not precisely pertinent to you, but your rear was hurting quite palpably after an hour spent sitting on that awfully uncomfortable stool — which meant that relating to your poor box of cancer sticks was inevitable.

The spark wheel gave in after a few insistent pushes, and within seconds you were taking your first greedy drag, back pressed tightly against the cool wall; providing you a much needed support for taming a headache with a smoke break that would undoubtedly cause a new one in an instant. The filth filled your lungs with sweet relief, and you let the sedation run slowly through your veins, squeezing the filter in an affectionate little embrace of trembling index and middle fingers.

And then your private moment was ruined. But not abruptly in the slightest, with just one simple call of your name – the most careful of all interventions, surprisingly quizzical and polite, heavily accented at the edge of the very last syllable. Still had you choking ungracefully on your tiny nicotine snack, filling the silence with awfully inelegant coughing.

“Apologies, I didn’t mean to startle you,” spoke your pensive intruder, causing you to sharply turn around, back clinging off the wall in one unsubtle movement.

That’s how all the meaningful formal meetings happen. Unfailingly when you least expect them, or, even worse — when you stop expecting them at all, with every thought banished from your utterly relaxed mind. They sneak up on you under shitty bars, giving you a slight vertigo and then offering a polite smile to make amends, gripping the handles of their canes with pent up awkwardness. And god were they peculiar intrusions — matching your silly, much too improper manner to wear corporate clothes for a night out, with just a few buttons of their tight vest undone; limbs lanky, but not inept, eyes brimming with pretty copper right onto your astonished frame. Made you randomly embarrassed about your chipped nail polish and messy hair with just a mere presence of their flawlessness: you knew you were facing a tease before you even managed to acknowledge his appearance, brow raising curiously in a cautious attempt of a greeting.

“Well, you did startle me,” was the first thing to leave your mouth after the coughing assault had ended, lips stretching lazily into an involuntary grin. “How do you know my name?”

His eyes — oh those big shiny tormentors — widened in surprise, and one sinewy hand crawled somewhat haphazardly up his chest, fingers catching the knot of a red tie to pull on it firmly. To either adjust it or to make the clearing of a tender throat easier — you couldn’t quite place it, yet still watched him in silent astonishment, tasting the bitterish taste of tobacco on the tip of your tongue.

“Well,” he parroted your tone with sharp accuracy and proceeded with distinguished sass, “I believe a certain someone has introduced us to each other… in absentia, so to speak.”

Oh. So that was your new charming counterpart? Bravo, Jayce — there was actually something truthful about your flattering for the first time.

“For I am Viktor, in case you’re still confused,” he obligingly reminded, abandoning the brief fidgeting with his tie to offer you a handshake.

You gulped, almost extending a dominant arm to accept it, but some weird foreboding had once convinced you that to twine your still smelling of cigarettes fingers with a stranger would be somehow perceived as crude — and so you clumsily caught his palm with your other, less nimble limb. Let the heat of his touch engrave into your hand, eyes swirling the tiny mole above that defined cupid’s bow, making you feel stupid for stealing that innocent of a peek. Had you forgetting about the still stuffed into your mouth cigarette as it fell open in oblivious awe, almost dropping a decent bridge of ashes onto his pretty shoes.

Regaining the lost composure, you managed to introduce yourself in a manner similar to his — not that it was necessary since he seemed to remember what to call you exactly, but the gesture still felt right — you’d vowed to treat people with politeness and liked to think that it was going quite well for you.

“So,” he uttered somewhat approbatory, withdrawing his hand from your tender clasp, “normally I don’t… tutor. But Jayce was rather insistent I try — and he’d also assured me that you’re quite passionate about the subject.”

You huffed, letting out an undefinable sound of confusion. Not without a mixture of evident irritation to it, if you were to be frank — but that was entirely justified. A tutor? Is that how Jayce really took it?

“I’m not looking for a tutor,” you sassed matter-of-factly, angrily inhaling from your cigarette. “I’m looking for a counterpart. What makes you think that you’re competent enough to teach me anything at all?” you inquired with candid hostility, watching him go limp in silent panic.

You’d vowed to treat people with politeness and didn’t care if it wasn’t going well for you anymore. Quite a drastic change of plans, to be frank.

“Oh, I am not claiming that,” Viktor rushed to object, and the way a few strands of hair started shaking treacherously as he wagged his head had almost caused you to crack a pretentious smirk. But he quickly soothed the unkempt curl and proceeded with his explanation, “I was simply told you might need some help. Why the unnecessary attitude?”

“Because you were told wrong,” you practically spat the smoke into his face, lips smacking together with an audible pop. It made his textured nose wrinkle with a fed up sigh, entertaining you with an ungainly attempt of waving that livid cloud away.

“And that’s my fault… how, exactly?” he mumbled with an utterly puzzled glare, and you scoffed in silent rejoicement, leaning slightly closer to divert yourself with more of his emotiveness.

“You should have paid more attention to what Jayce told you,” you jumped over his rhetorical question paying it no mind whatsoever. Though, as you were reminiscing on the events of this exact conversation — your own audacity made you wonder how Viktor managed to refrain from slapping you across the face that very instant. The shitty booze must have turned out not so shitty after all — it sure gave you the nerve, and you were holding onto it a tad bit too tightly.

But your new companion didn’t take that well. His thick eyebrow protruded into a furious arc, lids twitching slightly at the outburst you were so pathetically proud about. Both hands returned to the handle of his cane, as if getting ready to transform it into a weapon — and he leaned his whole body weight on it with a displeased gasp, accented voice obtaining a lower, more threatening edge to it.

He’s sweet, you scoffed, ready to press your forehead against his like an uncivilized animal. It’s not like you were acting much better than that anyway.

Well, at least Jayce didn’t lie about the handsome part.

“I’ll have you know that I was, indeed, paying attention,” he hissed through gritted teeth, “and if you wish to quibble over the words that do not even belong to me — then fine: be my absolute guest, but do not except me to align with your enthusiasm and partake in useless insults.”

He cleared his throat again, evidently reluctant to indulge in whatever spectacle you were so clearly asking for. That man didn’t deserve your resentment, but now you certainly deserved his, and so you backed off, fingers twitching haphazardly as they curdled around your cigarette for one last awkward drag, lashes fluttering with palpable nervousness.

“I was told you needed a tutor — and I sincerely apologize if your request was miscomprehended,” Viktor sighed, and you blinked at him in baffled reverence. Wishing oh so desperately to burn your always looking for trouble tongue with that still somewhat smoldering tobacco stick.

“No, I…” you gasped in response, but Viktor held a soothing hand up, stopping you from puking out more of that guilty incoherent nonsense.

“Please, allow me to finish,” he demanded, and you obeyed — a mere culpable inch away from accidentally swallowing the filter still filling your mouth with a sharp savour of smoke.

And your submission was appreciated right away.

“So, as I was saying,” Viktor returned to his lecture with a distinguished cough, “I’m sorry if your request was miscomprehended. But it certainly wasn’t miscomprehended by me, which makes your reaction somewhat… unfair, don’t you think?”

“Yes,” you yielded, nodding in weak agreement. “Yes, totally unfair.”

“To say the least,” he was quick to add, emphasizing the last word especially heavy.

“To say the least,” you parroted in response — just like a tamed misbehaving brat. And that’s precisely what you were — humbled, put in your place and sorry. You were sorry, and it made you quiver as you timidly chewed on the inside of an already half-eaten cheek, frantically counting the numerous scratches on your shoes. Doing anything to escape the gentle orbs undressing you off your very flesh in an attempt to find something even you doubted was still there: some prudence.

“So, with that being said,” Viktor summarized, and you heard a resonant click of his cane against the concrete, “I suggest you take out your anger on someone who’s responsible for the incorrect wording.”

You dared to abandon your defeated position, head tilting slightly upwards to witness his departure — just as languid as this completely disastrous evening; no offense to Jayce and his special day, of course.

“Now if you’ll excuse me,” he smiled, politely nodding at the establishment before you two, “I still ought to wish that someone a happy birthday.”

So that’s how you lose both a battle and a war. He’d just taught you a valuable lesson — and here you were, so appalled to the idea of being tutored. Oh how the tables have turned.

You reached out a hand for him, preliminarily putting out that damned cigarette to the sole of your messy shoe in a chaotic rush. Grazed his shoulder with a fleeting touch — so cowardly unsure if you were even allowed to pamper such luxury in these conditions. But he showed you some mercy — allowed it to linger there, slightly dipped into the curvature of his clavicle, awaiting your next move with a didactic frown.

A look of a man who’d put you in a checkmate before even pulling out a chess board.

“Viktor, I’m sorry,” you muttered with the most sincere remorseful look your face could even master, “I’m terribly sorry, actually. I shouldn’t have—“ but he interrupted you, eyes drifting playfully to the hand still invading his precious privacy.

“Oh, shit,” you cussed under your breath, hastily pulling it back as if it was leprotic, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to—“

“Please, continue,” he insisted softly. Gave you a few seconds to finish crumbling into stupid tipsy pieces and stepped back, all of his attention centered precisely on your earnest apology.

Oh, nevermind, someone please scratch the ‘showed you some mercy’ part.

“I was rude,” you confessed (as if it wasn’t obvious enough already). “Unacceptably so. I’m not exactly… good with social cues — but it’s no excuse, I should never have said that. Especially within the first five minutes of meeting you,” the words were flowing out of your mouth so naturally — surprisingly smooth for someone who’d normally take three to five business days to come up with a proper atonement (or even consider the necessity of one whatsoever).

“Do you think I could somehow… make it up to you?” you hit him with your most pitiable arrow, the one you were saving up for special occasions when you really did mean to somehow atone for all the damage, eyes two pretty things seeking his forgiveness with a sporadic, perplexed blink. But they saw none — he’d frowned, hummed in consideration, and then tormented you with silence for just a few more everlasting seconds, making you sink your lips softly into the edge of your nail and scrape some polish off of it. Squinting instantly at the awful, chemical taste — and Viktor finally gave up.

You’d realized it was your first time hearing him laugh much later. It was, indeed, a thing to remember — all raspy, strangely domestic, not malicious or willing to destroy you any further. And yes — technically, he was laughing at you, but if that’s what you’d get every time this man filled the air with that soft laughter — then you may as well become a circus employee just to figure out how to make him emit more of it.

“All is forgiven,” he assured you, shaking his head, “the second you made that face, actually. But no more of that, please. If that’s how you plead — then I’m afraid I might someday forgive you something utterly unacceptable.”

He’s sweet, you sighed, an unsure smile returning plastered across your face once again.

Perhaps you should start listening to Jayce more often.

“But back to your request,” Viktor was quick not to let you turn into a puddle on that still scorched by the sun ground, “a counterpart — is that what you need? Why not join a chess club, then?”

His question didn’t mean any harm, and he obviously just asked it out of sheer curiosity — yet it still made you feel a tad bit demeaned. Not by him, of course, just by the fact those arrogant fucks still dared to coexist without you.

Perhaps they would be willing to reconsider if they saw your behavior tonight?

You sighed, shrugging off his query. “I tried to. They didn’t let me because I don’t have a rating.”

“Really? Well that’s just strange — since when does one need a rating for it?” his confusion was genuine, eyes widened drastically as if he’d just heard the biggest absurdity of his entire life.

“That’s what I said,” you whined in a tone of a natural gossip-girl, almost ready to chain-smoke the entire rest of your pack now that you were reminded of your misery.

“I see,” Viktor hummed, stroking a thumb over the line of his sharp chin in deep scrutiny, “hm, I’m certain I’ve never heard them demand a rating for enrollment before. A club is not a tournament, after all.”

“Wait, are you a member of our chess club?” the realization quickly absorbed you, but Viktor didn’t quite catch on to your astonishment.

“Yes,” he dryly confirmed, “yes, I am. Not that I spend much time there though — those gentlemen are simply… how do I put it politely? Mediocre. Incompetent. I don’t like careless opponents — what’s the point in playing them if you can picture how exactly you can win within seconds?”

Within seconds. You froze in apparent disbelief, trying to figure out whether he’s bluffing or actually being serious, awaiting tensely on something — anything — that might indicate a joke. But not a single muscle on his pale face twitched into a smile — he’d responded with a look as awfully inquisitive as yours, unsure of what exactly you expect him to do.

So he does mean it. In that case, he’s either very full of himself — or these boys are, in fact, that hopeless in chess. And something kept telling you that it most likely was the ladder.

“I’m jealous then, I suppose,” you offered him a safe answer, toying thoughtlessly with your poor, rusty lighter.

“Please don’t be,” he protested with a careful plea. “Envy is a waste of time. You should pursue ways to expand your knowledge — not to contract them with such trivialities.”

Bold of him to assume you might envy his skills. Well, yes — you were definitely beaming with envy, but he didn’t need to know that just yet.

You snorted, almost letting that toxic conceit take over whatever pieces of common sense Viktor had just punched back into you — and his words dwelled, slinking through your skull, filling you not with thirst for vengeance, but with inspiration. It gave you some time to form a decent comeback, so you used it wisely: by delivering precisely that kind of answer, eyes rolling playfully at his discreet lecture.

“I don’t envy your tactics,” you informed him, gracefully holding your head up, “I envy the fact you have someone to show them to.”

And that boy smiled again, forcing your light vertigo to return — but not out of tipsiness or so-called ‘arrogance poisoning’.

“So do you,” he whispered, and watched you derail with the most victorious countenance known to a man. Reminding you nonchalantly that he doesn’t need a single chess piece to have you in a stalemate.

That muggy bar might’ve offered you an experience of being trapped in a figurative, impossibly narrow coffin, but Viktor’s presence was the thing that truly made you feel like an actual cadaver — all empty thoughts, and stiffness, and skipped heartbeats.

But Jayce forgot to mention that your new competitor was also deeply laconic.

“Meet me in the library next… Friday, if you’re available?” he wasn’t generous enough to award you with any more seconds to recover from this exchange, impatiently expecting a confirmation. You could only manage a non-verbal one, nodding weakly at his offer.

“Say… somewhere around noon?” he mused, and you instantly nodded again, waiting obligingly for his next suggestion. What a pleasure it is to do business with you!

“Perfect,” he snatched the words out of your mouth, already half-turned to the bar entrance, “please bring a board, and I shall bring the clocks… Yes, the library should suffice — it’s not like a game of chess requires much conversation either way. Now, please do excuse me — I really need to steal Jayce away for a minute.”

You watched him vanish into that devilish, so utterly unfitting for a man of his kind place; eyes nailed into his back as the crowd of feasting people swallowed your new interlocutor. Letting an excited little breath slip past your open mouth, escorting him with an uncoordinated wave of a shaky hand — a rather silly, excessive gesture since he wasn’t able to see it, and yet it still felt right — like a perfect little farewell to strengthen this newfound friendship with.

That’s how you met your counterpart — or, perhaps, that’s what you used to see in him once.

What you were still oblivious about — is that this man will conquer you in much more capacities than just the game that brought you two together.

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bridgetotheskyyy · 7 months

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Ingenious - Viktor

Kinktober Masterlist

Warnings: 18+, rimming, oral sex, fluff, established relationship, reader is more dominant, 69 position,

A/n: Kinktober day 4: rimming! Not beta read and written fast so excuse any errors. Let's all agree to read this in mobile bc my banner looks so much better there 😭

Word count: 1.3k

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Viktor had and would never be fond of sponsor events, but this one You and Jayce had finally managed to drag him to just might be worthwhile.

“He got caught doing what?”

Raucous laughter erupted from aristocrats of Piltover. One woman shrieked with laughter and leaned over so far she spilled her drink on her date.

Viktor shook his head; it would never fail to amaze him just how little it took to make these refined Upsiders lose their smooth edges ― just a few drinks and look at them.

One of the women leaned over the table, armed with a cheshire smile and more than willing to give details. “You heard me; when they found him his date was tonguing his ―”

“Rosaline!” Another chastised.

A group of women nearby collapsed into fits of giggle as so-called Rosaline stuck her tongue out to draw circles in the air.

Jayce cleared his throat and raised his wine glass to his temple. “Dear god,” he chuckled nervously.

A man elbowed him. “Remember when these things were about science and progress? Fat chance of that now …”

“Goodness me, who would be that comfortable?” another woman clutched her pearls, mock-scandalized.

But Viktor’s eyes were on you, eyeing him seductively from across the table. Viktor blushed, swallowed dry and faced his reflection in the pool of his wine glass.

“You want to do that?”

Viktor nearly knocked over one of his prototypes.

“What?”

“Don’t be coy.” You climbed into bed. “Do you want me to rim you?”

Viktor blinked furiously. “Did you, by chance ―” His eyes flickered over your pink face. “― have a bit too much to drink yourself tonight?”

“Oh, I am positively sober, my love.” You laid on the bed, knuckles supporting your chin as you waved your legs back and forth. “And don’t change the subject. Do you?”

Viktor let the question hang, unsure of what to do with his hands. “Well …” his voice creaked.

“What? Are you afraid you’ll get caught like the guy in the papers?”

“Er ― not necessarily, no.”

You rolled over in bed. “Then what?”

Viktor didn’t answer.

“Don’t pretend like you haven’t wondered ― it’s hardly the most insane thing we’ve ever done. Honestly, Viktor, what happened to glorious evolution ―”

Viktor stammered. “That is not what I meant. That is not what anyone meant.”

You collapsed into giggles. When you came to, Viktor was on top of you.

“If you insist, then why not try now?” He purred, palming your sides.

You wiggled your eyebrows in challenge. “Yes. Why not?”

Viktor kissed you

You parted from him. Your eyes shone with something he couldn’t recognize.

“I have an idea.” You smirked.

Viktor eyed you with feigned incredulity. “Always a good thing, I’ve noticed.”

“Oh, dear god …!”

Your tongue trailed the underside of Viktor’s cock. His thighs trembled under your caressing hands. You pressed into the inner skin to hold him still forking your tongue into his beading slit.

“I’m ― not sure that’s where your mouth should be for this ―”

Viktor emitted a heavenly sigh as you released his balls from your mouth with a loud pop.

“I’m just warming you up, beloved,” You said.

“I suppose I should be flattered ― mmm …!”

“Viktor.” You paused to meet his eye, his cock secure in your hold. “I need you to turn your brain off.”

“Assist me in that endeavor, dear.”

You rolled your eyes. You didn’t want Viktor smart-assing you every five seconds; you wanted him breathless, blushing, crying. You decided: enough games.

You gave his cockhead a quick, sweet kiss and trail down farther, farther ―

Viktor drew in a sharp breath as your tongue ran over his puckered hole, lingering in your lick. You parted his buttocks for easier access to him, opening an eye to see his cock twitch as you flicked at his again.

You were getting your wish; with each flick and swish of your tongue, Viktor’s voice hung longer and softer in the air. Something like your name hung there as you worked on him. You kissed his hole, bringing your pucker to his and sucked ―

“Maahaa …!”

That’s better. You reached for Viktor’s cock, pumped him thrice before aligning your passionate licks with your strokes. Viktor trembled underneath you; the sheets lifted and you knew he was clenching them in his fists, desperate to stay still for you and losing.

You stroked his twitching stomach with your other hand as you sat preoccupied with your meal. You broke away from his hole to suck his balls into your mouth ―

“Aah!” Viktor raised from bed only to fall back into the pillows. A quivering hand thread into your hair, fingers keeping you gripped and close to his nether regions.

You reached into your panties, fingering yourself eagerly to the sounds Viktor made. You thumbed your clit as you removed your mouth to thumb Viktor, the tip penetrating the tight muscle.

“I ― I’m close …!” Viktor rasped.

His voice went right to your clit as you flicked and flicked. You forced yourself to remove your hand. You broke away from Viktor as he threatened to reach his peak. You brainstormed to the tune of Viktor’s pleasured sighs. A lightbulb flashed your mind’s eye, prompting a smile.

“I’ve got another idea,” You said.

Viktor laughed breathlessly. “And here I thought I was the ingenious scientist.”

“Perhaps,” You allowed, standing to undress out of your remaining garments. Admittedly, you would miss the way your dress hugged your breasts, but surely Viktor would find a better use for them sooner rather than later. “But you and I both know this ―” You let your dress pool around your feet to reveal to Viktor a matching pair of lace bra and panties. “ ― is my domain.”

You stripped for him, aware of the way his eyes hungered after you. You climbed the bed and kissed Viktor’s temple. “Close your eyes.”

He shot you an incredulous look, but obeyed.

You straddled him. “You won’t stop talking,” You reversed yourself so you were facing Viktor’s lower half, “and I don’t want you cumming without me, so I should give your mouth something to do.”

You sat atop his face, suppressing a quiver as Viktor’s lips parted against your clit.

“Ah, I see,” he murmured beneath you. “Most … ingenious.”

“You’re not gonna let that go, are you?”

“No, I’m not.”

You rolled your eyes. “Just get to work.”

Viktor snickered, hooking his arms over the fat of your thighs to scoot you closer. Your cunt fell into his open mouth, and you gripped his leg tight as you heard the tight suction sounds as his lips gripped your clit.

You stuttered above him. You lowered yourself with caution, one hand gripping Viktor’s engorged while the other traveled lower to tap fingers against his abused hole.

“Nurgh!” Viktor’s hot breath hit your excited clit. “That’s good …!”

“What?” You still had the will to tease. “Here?” You pressed against his hole. “Or here?” You cooed. “C’mon, Viktor, use your words ― aaha!”

Viktor had bitten hard into your thigh.

“You know what I want,” he growled. “Stop teasing.”

“All right, all right, don’t have to be forceful ― okay!” You added as Viktor grazed his teeth on your thigh in warning.

You took Viktor in your mouth, and immediately upon tasting the tight pink skin knew neither of you would last long like this.

“Fuck …!” You lurched as Viktor took his appreciation out on your clit, swiping and kissing and sucking ―

You clenched on his tongue, humming as you sucked him hard into your mouth. You fucked him on your finger, his hole still wet from your ardent licks, and a few seconds later Viktor followed you, spilling his seed into your willing mouth. You dug nails into his thigh as his fervor refused to wane and he ate and ate and ate, the slick sounding against his tongue.

You swallowed what you could. Your legs ached to relax. Viktor was first, though; he caught you as you fell to the side. He turned himself over so he and you were facing each other at the foot of the bed.

“Well, that was a fun experiment,” You said.

“They always are.” Viktor said, and he kissed your cheek. “Especially the ones you participate in.”

#arcane smut #viktor x reader #viktor x you #viktor x y/n #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #arcane x reader #arcane x female reader #arcane x you #arcane x y/n

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thehistoriangirl · 7 months

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Not Just a Summer Affair [Final]

Oooof this was a hard one

Speaking of which! Do you know who else is going to get har--

Uhhh

Viktor x Fem! Reader---------4.2K----NSFW | MDNI |

> First Part > Second Part

Summary: Assisting to this planned vacation by the beach wasn’t the best idea Viktor has had, but at least he can have an excuse to spend time with you. Hoping that, maybe, he can gather the courage to confess the feelings he’s been trying so hard to bury.

Viktor was used to waking up early, when the sun barely peeked over the horizon, making the whole world a misty grey.

Though ever since you two had to share a room, he had forced himself to lay in bed until seven or eight o’clock, when Viktor could hear the faint voices of Jayce and Mel talking at the end of the hallway, the shower running against the marble tiles.

He would tiptoe out of bed and into the bathroom, carrying his clothes for the days enveloped on his towel. Sometimes, when he got out of the shower you would still be sleeping, your back turned toward him as if you knew he wasn’t fully dressed yet. On other occasions he would find the room alone, with you already downstairs helping to prepare breakfast.

This morning was different.

The sun had started hitting the light blue curtains hours ago, illuminating the whole room as if it had been reflected by the water in the backyard pool. He was lying with his gaze toward the ceiling, the usual pillow supporting his back, yet Viktor didn’t move. Too cocooned in your warmth as your body had curled up against him last night, when you told him shyly if you could sleep with him, shifting as you needed to do every time he had to accommodate his posture to avoid cramps.

Viktor patted your head, fingers grazing your cheek to wake you up as gently as he could manage.

You grumbled under your breath, eyes pressed close against Viktor’s side, taking in the aroma of his skin mixed with the smell of your shampoo, hair scattered all over.

His fingers fiddled with your hair, feeling the rich texture under his fingers. You cooed, and he chuckled, leaning to kiss your forehead. “Aren’t you a sleepyhead? I’m surprised you’re always arriving early to work.”

“That way I could be alone with you for a bit,” you mumbled, just slightly embarrassed. You liked to hear his morning voice as his answers became longer sentences instead of monosyllabic.

Viktor’s eyes were like twin morning suns gazing down at you, lips curled in the sweetest of smiles. “Very naughty of you,” he said nonchalantly, not finding it ironic in the slightest that his hand went down toward the swell of your breast, fingers already getting familiar with all the sensitive spots along your body, loving to trap your coos and moans with his lips.

He shushed you, his tongue matching the cadent rhythm of his thumb brushing around the peak of your nipple, hard and needy against your night clothes. “You wouldn’t like our friends to know what we’re doing here, would you, beautiful?" he muttered, pinching the little bud under his fingers.

You hissed, your teeth nibbling not-so-kindly over his bottom lip as Viktor tried to soothe your lewd noises with his mouth.

He hummed, his hand traveling along the curves of your breast down your waist and hip, where his hands grasped the sensible skin. “Wait here. I’ll come back in a bit.”

“No,” you whined, taking his hand to stop him from sliding away from your embrace. “Didn’t you tell me we were going to be very busy today?”

Viktor laughed, poking your sides so he could wiggle away, the sound of your laughter flooding the room, lightening it up brighter than the sun ever could. "I don't recall having to tell you doing what, though. What that dirty mind of yours had pictured, hmm?”

You frowned, throwing him a pillow. “You were very handsy last night.”

“I’d say you were the handsy one, malý zajíček. I used... other, eh, parts,” Viktor added, golden eyes with a mischievous twinkle. “Have you forgotten already?”

You blinked, feeling warm pooling down into your belly by remembering the last as if it hadn’t been circling in your brain even in your dreams. “What did you call me?”

He sneered, putting in a baggy shirt and some shorts. His cane thumped toward the door. "You'll figure it out soon enough, my love."

“If you leave now, I won’t be having sex with you!” Today, at least. It wasn’t at all fair that he had stopped you twice by now, so you couldn’t help but get grumpy. But you also knew it was a lie. You were completely at his mercy.

Viktor chuckled, the door opening to show the yellow wallpaper of the hallway. “I’m sure I’ll be able to change your mind.”

*~*~*~*

By 9 a.m. the room felt too hot to keep on the sheets you had thrown over yourself by dawn, the slight chill from last night's rain gone. You were napping, the heat making your brain fuzzy, limps drained from energy.

You didn't hear the door opening not Viktor's weight dipping the mattress until he brushed your cheek with his finger. Peeking between your half-closed eyes, you saw him sitting against the headboard.

“What?” you mumbled. “Regretting your decision already?”

“I brought us breakfast, actually," Viktor smiled, gesturing to a tray left on the night table. "I need you well-fed if you wish to have such… strenuous activities."

You bit the inside of your cheek, looking at the food that was still hot enough to leave a grey trace of mist rising toward the ceiling. Freshly cut fruit and warm bread filled the air with a succulent aroma.

Viktor took his slippers off, opening his legs and patting the mattress in space between them. “Come here.”

You pouted, sliding toward him feeling the smooth cotton of the bedsheets against the back of your thighs. His hands quickly found purchase on your hips, hugging you closer to his chest. Gentle fingers guided your chin up so he could soothe your pout with his lips.

Humming, you leaned in even closer, wiggling your hips against him, a smile curling your lips when you felt him starting to get hard and eager poking at your back.

He laughed between kisses. “You can’t get away with being so misbehaved, my love,” he muttered, his lips traveling to the beautiful curve of your neck.

Viktor grazed his teeth in the crook of your neck, there were it descended on your shoulder. The mark got red, a mewl parting your lips.

He took a bowl, porcelain clicking against his fingers when he settled it between your legs, his fingers slowly traveling down there where you wanted him, only to retrieve slices of apple that he then put against your lips, the cool fruit against your skin boiling with desire.

"Open up," Viktor whispered, his soft tone moving the hairs around your ear. The apple was green still, the juice filling your tongue. "Good girl."

You took another slice, raising it toward him. With a giggle, you repeated the command back at him.

From the corner of your eye, you saw him smiling, nibbling your fingers while biting the fruit. Humming approbatory, he squeezed your hips.

“Is it good?” you mumbled, feeding each other in a natural rhythm, with your back flushed against his chest, sensing every little move he made while chewing.

“The fruit it's sour, but you're sweet enough to compensate for it.”

You laughed. “That’s so cheesy of you.”

His eyes twinkled. “I was referring that I can still taste you in my mouth,” Viktor muttered, nuzzling his nose against your ear. “Growing fainter at each moment. I think I’ll need a reminder soon.”

It was so hard to keep eating, feeling your hands starting to shake as you took your cup of coffee mixed with sweet milk, twin to his.

“I thought you wanted to wait?” You told him, trying to muster an annoyed tone, though your voice broke in the middle of the sentence when Viktor looked at your tongue sheepishly licking the remnants of the beverage out your lips. You felt him twitch against your back, becoming harder by the second.

Your hand burned, memories of his size and the texture now tickling your fingers, pleading you to take him in your palm again.

“A professional scientist knows when to admit faulty.”

“Hmmm, and you want to be rewarded?” You said, his hand traveling from the plush skin of your hips toward the most sensible curve of one of your thighs.

He squeezed, fingertips entering where the fabric of your panties had started to feel wet. “Mmhmm,” Viktor said, his mind absent from his words and focused on the spot that was craving him, pressing against the fabric so the texture could arouse that pretty little button he liked so much.

You bit your lips to keep your mewls trapped, neck tilted to the left to let Viktor kiss the enticing curve down your shoulders.

“They’re not home,” he commented, leaving bites all over. “You can scream if you want to. And I would very much like so."

“Vik—Viktor,” you said, the fabric of your panties sticking to your flesh when his fingers peeked inside, dragging it to the side.

Just like last night, his fingers danced masterfully around your clit, so tense and aching from him already, coating his fingers on your essence before rubbing it around the bundle of nerves. You writhed against him, feeling him poking mercilessly at your back, he, too, was desperate to have you.

Viktor nibbled his way into your orgasm, painting red marks on your neck that would be impossible to hide under clothes with the boiling hot weather around the beach. Oh well, it was only a question of time for Jayce and Mel to notice that he couldn't keep his hands away from you, so inviting and loving.

The morning sun painted the scene in gold and white, heavenly; sending hues to your hair and the beads of sweat on your forehead, soaking into the neckline of your shirt, nipples pressed against the cotton. Your legs shook, back collapsing against him as your hips slowed down your sways.

Playfully, he circled your clit in the contrary direction, delighted to hear your scream echoing in the room that had only been graced with the melody of your intertwined pants.

Your hand found the hem of his shorts, slipping the palm inside of them to grasp his length, which made him stop for a moment.

A laugh rumbled through his chest, echoing in yours.

“So clever, moje láska.” He kissed your cheek. “My love.”

You matched your strokes with the circles drawn on your clit, tongues dancing in a sloppy kiss; the kind that made your core soaked, easing Viktor the entrance of his two dexterous fingers, his other hand diligently paying attention to your hard nipples, rubbing, and pinching once the skin became soft again.

Your palms became wet, too, a less sticky liquid coating your fingers once you brushed them against his tip.

Viktor grunted, pulling apart to breathe.

“Let me take care of you,” you mumbled, nails grazing his length. “Please.”

He leaned in to kiss you again. "You don't have to plead with me. Not today, at least.”

You smiled, missing his fingers inside of you when you bent on your elbows, helping him take off his shorts to expose him, his tip red and gleaming, inviting to your salivating mouth. Eyes cast upon him made him twitch, happy for the attention.

Your core was melting, feeling your essence sticking to your thighs at seeing his size when you grasped him.

Viktor breathed deeply, eyes fluttering close with each slow stroke of your hand.

“Vitya, look at me,” you told him, golden eyes blinking open to glue you there, your hips up, the small mirror of the vanity showing him how the morning light hit on your pussy, shining and swollen, aching for him.

You parted your lips, taking in his head, tasting bitter precum, your tongue circling the fat skin. Viktor groaned, the muscles of his neck tightened when you tested his size on your mouth, gagging when he hit the back of your throat.

“S-slowly,” Viktor panted. “Do it slowly, my love. I don’t… I don’t want to hurt you,” he cooed, cupping your cheek.

Obedient, you took him in and out your mouth a couple of times, each try deepening the distance you could take inside of him. Viktor grabbed the bedsheets and your hair, hips pressed against the headboard in a constant reminder not to buckle them against your mouth. Not yet, at least.

Finally, you took him as deep as you were capable of, tears brimming, tracing a wobbly path down your cheeks. But you hummed, the vibrating movement eluding an unfiltered moan out of Viktor’s lips.

Looking up at him, you started to move your head far and close. Viktor took the hint, grabbing your hair as he started moving his hips in slow motion, half-grunting, half-moaning at sensing the wet and terse texture of your mouth, eyes heavy-lidded but never closed, too focused on them observing how well you were taking him; lips soaked in your saliva just as his shaft.

How your torso was swaying too, so your hard nipples would brush the bedsheets.

“My, what did you to do me?” Viktor hissed through gritted teeth, one hand embracing your throat just enough to feel the swell form of his cock enveloped inside your throat, the other grabbing your hair. He paused, feeling the wet trail of saliva falling toward his balls. “I was a gentleman before you.”

You gagged, nails scratching his chest while your other hand found the puffy and wet folds of your cunt, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. Teary eyes looked up at him with blown-out pupils.

You were looking at him as if saying that’s a lie.

Taking your head with one hand, Viktor took your hand out your core to put your glistening fingers inside his mouth, tongue swirling in animated circles around them, nibbling and sucking while his hips buckled against your face, the tip of your nose brushing thick that you had seen peeking from his swim shorts ever since days ago.

His body shivered, every movement jerking in a broken rhythm that made your pussy clench into nothing. Viktor rumbled your name, an accent so thick you almost couldn't recognize it, and yet, you wished him to call you like that every day.

Your hand ran down his abdomen, grasping tense and heavy balls, scratching them playfully as he thrust deep into you, cocooned into your warm as he came, the grasp on your hair a strange mix between pleasure and pain.

Warm, bitter, thick liquid flooded your throat. Your hand grasped his thigh, tears running down your cheeks that Viktor hastily soothed with his thumb.

He pulled out, and you gasped, your mouth filled with the taste of him. Some of his cum had fallen out your lips, and you felt Viktor’s thumb wiping it out your cheek, the slender digit in front of your mouth for you to lick it clean.

You took it, your tongue taking in his digit, letting your tastebuds soak into his essence before he took it away with a lewd plop.

Viktor patted the side next to his body, your body crawling toward the spot. You gazed at his blushed form, a red tint that crawled from his chest up his ears. He took his pajama shirt, wiping the sweat and tears away from your cheeks as he peppered them with kisses, cooing words that you didn’t understand, though all of them were coated in love, all twinkling eyes and gentle hands soothing your still tense muscles.

You crawled next to him, still lying on the bed. Your hands around his waist.

His lips kissed your forehead. “Remember to use a hat today, alright? We’re going to the pier to have lunch in a boat. Does that sound good to you?”

You chuckled. “Don’t you think it’s too late to take me on a cute first date? One may think we’ve passed the stage already.”

Viktor frowned slightly, trying to make a coherent thought, distracted by the way you looked with the morning light illuminating your swollen lips and sleepy eyes, a vision so ethereal yet real. Just for him.

“It’s not that. You always deserve these kinds of dates.” He called your name, his thumb holding your chin gently. "You're my love—and I've wanted to do this with you ever since… well," Viktor said. “Since a long time.”

You feigned shock. "You've wanted to fuck me for a long time?"

He clicked his tongue. “Tsk. That language." But Viktor was smiling when he captured your lips, amazed at the mixing taste of him and you in your tongue. “I meant the dates.” His finger poked your forehead. “This dirty mind of yours must be punished, though.”

You beamed. “And I’m sure you’re more than eager to oblige.”

Viktor smirked. “Once around here has to put order, don’t you agree, my love?” His hands massaged your neck in gentle circles, giving you a smile that could eclipse the sun. “Now let’s go, our day has only started.”

*~*~*~*

The historical pier became your favorite spot, taking walks around the historical site near the beach, mossy rocks hit by the waves in a lulling rhythm when you two sat on the edge, feet dangling on the edge, watching the sun hide under the waves.

Sometimes your clothes would get in the rock, keeping them dry while you slid into the water, toward Viktor’s inviting embrace. His swimming lessons had nourished the courage to accompany him to soak into the cool shallow waters, a shelter from the unforgiving sun.

Today, he wanted a more tranquil activity.

Lounging in a beach chair with a book about mechanics open against his chest, though he could barely focus, while seeing you from the corner of his eyes, reading one of your questionable romance novels (he had seen some of the covers) before the sun disappeared for the day, your free hand taking his—a gesture he would've rolled his eyes to if seeing them outside his role as a participant—but it all changed when it was your hand gently taking his.

You were still wearing one of those short summer dresses, loose sleeves that make it fall from your shoulders, short enough he could peek under once his resolution to be a gentleman had worn thin and find the straps that maintained your bottom bikini tied together.

The waves lulled you enough to let your book aside once you couldn’t pay attention to the last ten pages’ contents.

“Vitya,” you told him, his eyes shooting from the book back to you. Even with the dusk almost setting, his eyes still shone bright like the morning sun. You stood up, remembering your cuddling session in bed these last days.

“Hmmm?”

He observed you, gaze low and framed by his thick eyebrows tilted in an almost amused arch when you approached him, sitting at the edge of his lounging chair like a shameless cat asking for pets, your legs carefully straddling his hips.

An automatic response overcame it, opening his arms to receive your body leaning toward him, arms tangling around his shoulders with your face nuzzled in the crook of his neck to take in his essence mixed with the sunscreen and the salty marine breeze.

Viktor chuckled, the deep rumble creating a tiny, swirling pool of hotness in your lower belly that only increased with feeling the outline of him beneath the black swimming shorts, getting half-hard from the pressure of your soft rear already.

You swallowed, your body memory starting to wiggle your hips against him, knowing that if you kept doing it, you would hear shameless sounds escaping his mouth.

“Aren’t you a little rabbit, hmm?” He tried to frown, though his mouth remained agape, wishing for another kiss. “Always so needy and shameless for me.”

You hugged him closer, your bare nipples brushing his chest. “Do you want me?” you muttered, putting on your best doe-eyed expression.

He kissed your forehead. “All the time, moje láska.” Fingers pulled the knots of your swimsuit open, pulling the fabric away altogether so it could brush your folds with the minimum of force. Your hips buckled, a happy coo music to his ears. Taking the little part of fabric between his fingers, he loved to see the wet streaks of your arouse tinting the cloth a darker shade of purple.

Viktor dipped his head toward your breasts, his tongue swirling against one little peak that was begging for his attention. You bit your lip, his golden gaze burned unholy at your exposed skin.

You took his cock out of his shorts, giving him a few strokes until you felt his precum coating the shaft.

Viktor whispered your name, feeling himself burn with the marks of his kisses and bites poured on your neck and shoulders.

Your thighs burned when you straightened, your hands guiding his head between your soaked folds, a mewl escaping your lips at the pressure. Viktor hissed, capturing your lips into a kiss, tongues dancing and his teeth nibbling your bottom lip.

It burned in a delicious, ravenous way. He filled you perfectly, walls squeezing against him, inviting him deeper into your sanctuary. Walls that will keep squeezing to take everything once he finished inside of you.

Viktor grunted, a myriad of words going through his teeth that sounded like foreign curses; fingers marking their outline on your hips.

You whimpered once you felt him hitting that spot, deeply burrowed in your wet warmth.

Distracted from your breasts, Viktor kissed your lips, a fleeting brush that ended with him nuzzling his face on the crook of your neck as you picked your rhythm, riding him until you felt your thighs burn, and then even further, muscles numb as your mind got fogged with pleasure.

Viktor shifted his posture a little, his folded towel at his back so his hips could tilt slightly, your rides hitting the point that made you moan against his ear.

You flushed your chest against his, hard nipples brushing his chest with each bounce of your pretty body. Viktor hugged you, his tongue flat against a nipple he licked each time you rode his cock. You were swaying in a rhythm of your own, like the waves crashing against the beach, your hips meeting his as the sun started to dip over the horizon.

“Moje láska,” he said, licking his lips when he noticed his mother language that had slipped through his lips.“You’re so beautiful,” Viktor muttered. Your legs had started to shake, your posture collapsing into his lap as an orgasm tampered with your rhythm.

“Viktor—," you said in a strained voice that meant to be a scream. A ripple of pure bliss enveloped you, walls tightening around his length as you came, Viktor’s teeth grazing your collarbone with lovely, yet rough kisses.

Your core pulsed, inviting, and lewd, squelchy sounds echoed through the empty coast, almost muffled by the growing force of the ocean now that the moon had started peeking between some clouds as the only witness, sending silver hues over the outlines of your bodies.

Viktor kissed your shoulder, buckling his hips against yours once he could move inside you, the gentleness of his lips contrasting with the merciless encounters of his cock against the swelled walls of your pussy.

Taking the back of the chair, you helped him to continue such a torturous pace.

Your gentle coos had become screams and curses that only made him more aroused. Feeling himself close, Viktor started playing with your nipples the way you enjoyed it, teeth barely brushing and tongue swirling, golden gaze burned into your eyes, a mischievous shimmer in them.

His free hand went from grabbing your hips to pampering your clit with his masterful circles, matching the contrary tempo of his thrusts, when his tip was the only part of him inside of you.

You screamed with no further notice, thighs shivering against his waist.

Viktor grunted, taking in your mouth when he cum, painting your rosy walls white. He nestled deep inside of you with each throb of his cock, welcoming your pulses hugging him greedily, wanting to milk his essence dry.

“Viktor?” you said, voice hoarse when you plopped on his chest. He merely hummed, the adrenaline still coursing through his veins against the placid seascape at night. “I love you.”

He turned, brushing the rebel locks of hair that had glued to your forehead. “I love you, too, my little bunny. More than anything.”

You smiled. “Stop calling me that.”

Viktor shook his head, a smartass smile curving his lips swollen from your kisses. “I’m afraid I won’t be able to, my love. You’re just as eager.”

“Hmm. Only me?”

He chuckled, his lips meeting yours again in a softer gesture filled with as much love as there was water in the sea in front of you. The moon was glowing, framing you like a goddess that had graced him with your love; the sand felt still warm against his feet. He couldn’t deny that this moment was perfect.

“Let’s stay like this forever, shall we?” he whispered, still burrowed inside of you, his cum dripping from out of you into your thighs and his. “Just you and me, on this beach, in this moment.”

You smiled, kissing his neck. “Our little eternity.”

Viktor nuzzled his nose against your neck, taking in the musky essence of your skin after having sex, mixed with his. “Our little eternity.” One he was looking forward to replicating back in the city.

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pathetic-sapphic · 6 months

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Request for kinktober… sub Viktor x bondage or size kink?

Baby, Will You Kiss Me Already?

Kintober Day 23: Bondage + Teasing

Sub!Viktor x Dom! Fem!Reader

At first, you weren't sure if red ropes were a good choice, but now you're quite happy with that decision. They contrast Viktor's pale skin beautifully while also matching the blush that adorns his cheeks and ears. You always called him your 'pretty boy', and for a good reason. He often acted embarrassed by that nickname, but you knew he loved it. He always loved it when you teased him, even now as he squirms in his bonds and whines for your attention, his neglected cock laying red against his stomach, you know that he is enjoying every second of this.

How could he not? When you look at him so seductively, laying next to his bound form and letting your hands roam his naked body. You let your fingers gently caress his neck, then go on a trail down his chest, stomach, and finally his cock. He throws his head back with a pathetic moan when your fingers brush against the head of his sensitive member.

''P-please, my love, I need more.'' He begs, you always thought that he sounds the prettiest when he's begging. And you loved making him beg, either by teasing, edging, or overstimulating him. Viktor is so cute when he gets all whiny and desperate, it makes arousal pool deep in your stomach, seeing him so pathetic and needy for you.

You smirk at his pleading face, continuing to lazily brush your fingers against his cock and thighs in an absent-minded manner. You're laying on your side, supported upright by one hand while the other is torturing Viktor. He looks you in the eyes, wordlessly begging you to do something, anything, just give him more than this.

You silence his pleas with a chaste kiss before wrapping your fingers around his length and slowly moving your hand up and down. Viktor thrusts his hips upwards, wanting to get the most out of the sensation. Thankfully you didn't tie down his legs, only his hands so that he can't touch you.

''Oh, thank you, thank you!'' He moans brokenly, head thrown back and eyes closed shut as he relishes in the feeling after an hour of teasing. You can see the way his hands twitch, itching to touch you, hold you, make you feel good, and it's exactly what you wanted. To have him eager and desperate, completely at your mercy.

Viktor paints a beautiful picture just as he is now, thrusting his hips needily into your hand, face contorted in pleasure and hands flexing against his restraints. Oh, you'd keep him like this forever if you could, but that'd be too cruel. Rather, you plan on edging him for at least an hour or so.

But Viktor doesn't have to know that.

song i listened to while writing: washing machine heart by mitski

#arcane #arcane x reader #arcane kinktober #arcane viktor #viktor x female reader #viktor x reader #viktor x you #arcane viktor x reader #viktor x reader smut

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ursawastricked · 1 year

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Distracting: Part 4

You have infected most of Viktors thought by now. And unfortunately he can not find solace in his own home, not when his growing “collection” he realizes, contains a remnant of you that he had forgotten about..and the distraction follows him further then just his brain.

Wordcount: 3,081 (I had too much fun)

THIS CHAPTER IS 18+ MDNI

Warnings: Pining, cute memories, Smut, Solo Viktor, Male masterbation, Viktor being soft and oh so distracted

It wasn't uncommon for Viktor to be locked in his room after returning home, however he was much more annoyed at the current moment then he would usually be.

Now, on any other occasion, one where he found himself stuck between his desk and his bed, he would just continue to his desk. But no, instead he had been standing in the center of his empty room, starting an increasingly aggravating item in his possession.

He held the light weight glass in his grasp, leaned over it while sitting cross legged on his floor..somewhat, his bad leg was stretched out in front of him, it had been aching since he jumped to grab you earlier, another event he was planning on ignoring. He tilted his head as he turned over the glass in his hand, he had not yet noticed the light gold trim at the edge of it, nor the chiseled texture of the handle..it was clearly expensive which only worsened the guilt of having it. He wondered momentarily if he would be in trouble if they came looking for it, however people probably stole from those parties all the time. He knew they did, because at your first ever banquet, he had caught you slipping one of the china plates in your bag.

Viktor chuckled lightly, you were so quick to try and drag him into your scheme after he had caught you. At that point he had only known you about a month, and you had just started being actively social in the lab, mostly with Jayce, however you had said your fair share of ‘good mornings’, ‘goodnights’. It was charming, in a childish kind of way, and despite not assisting you, he hadn’t said anything and you still had the plate in your cabinet. He had seen it when you had invited him and Jayce over for some dinner. He ate off it, but didn’t comment on it, you winked at him and he smiled..

He leaned his head back, looking at the ceiling and analyzing that night as a whole, he recalled dinner, eating, drinking a bit..yes he definitely remembered drinking, because he had woken up in his own bed the next day with the same pain he imagined was felt after falling from a building, all settled in his skull. Lucky for him, he had beat Jayce to the chance of blacking out, so Jayce had gotten the honor of carrying him home. He had spent most of that day dragging himself between his bed and the bathroom, taking many showers, lots of vomit, and lots of sleeping. He had somehow ended up still with one of your scarves in his bed after he had passed out. He had learned from Jayce after asking about it, that he in his inebriated state, had put it on and tied it around his head to do what he thought was a very funny impression of you, but was actually a lot of gibberish and him not being able to stop laughing.

Did he..ever give that back to you? He wasn't sure..but as he stared at the lipstain on the champagne glass again, despite how faded it was after he had secretly drank from it during the nights, he had wondered if you missed it. After all, the cold season would be coming soon, and he couldn't stand the idea of you shivering because he had drunkenly stolen another thing from you..maybe you had a point, maybe he was a little bit of a kleptomaniac.

He groaned as he stood from the floor, grabbing his cane and pulling himself to stand. With a bit of effort he was able to leave his room and head to the hall closet, where he and Jayce kept their winter coats and such when it wasn't cold. With his free hand, he tugged the sliding door to the side and began to filter through the thick collection of fabric that was hanging in the far too small closet. It was truly ridiculous how many things Jayce chose to keep in this thing..but soon enough he had found it. A long, thickly knitted crimson scarf, squishy too the touch and clearly well loved as it was a little beaten up at the ends, or at least he hoped, if moths had eaten away at it while it was in his care, he would be quick to pay for a new one and spend the rest of the cold season trying to make up for ruining your property. He pulled it from its hanging state, feeling the weight of it settle against his palm as he inspected it for any details that would cause him worry, he couldn't remember if he had vomited on it, but either way, it would be polite to wash it before returning it. He sighed, throwing it over his shoulder so he could close the closet..when it hit him.

It wasn't gentle, it was an intense waft of smell that hit his senses. It was honey, lavender..the slight alteration of an oaky, maybe smokey smell that he then recognized as your perfume. He paused, closing the door to shamefully lift the fabric to his nose, not sure if he had any control over the carnal motion of holding it to his skin and inhaling deeply. He had missed the hint of caramel, the kind you always put in your coffee, and probably had spilt on this very scarf. His eyes were closed, senses blurring as the sensation of buzzing settled in his chest and let loose a sigh from him, one he would have hidden if he had noticed Jayce down the hall, apron tied on and holding a spatula covered in fudge from the brownies he had insisted on making that night.

“Vik, what's that you got there? Is it cold in here?” He asked, over the giggling noise of Mel who had arrived without warning to Viktor. She too came into the corner of Viktor Gaze as he yanked away your scarf from his nose and closed the closet the rest of the way.

“No..just remembered something..and wanted to check,” he replied, lazily glancing between Jayce and Mel as he crept toward his room, tossing the deliciously scented scarf too his bed before closing his bedroom door and standing facing it for a moment..He wasn't quite sure what had happened, but the buzzing in his belly had subsided only partly, and he could feel his body craving another huff of what he had just discovered. However he instead moved toward the kitchen, it was better to not feed into something that felt addicting.

He limped into the shared kitchen, seeing Jayce still stirring a bowl of fudgy brown putty, and his..guest as Viktor would put it..lounging on the stool, looking over Jayces work. She turned to smile at Viktor, and he gave his best attempt, despite how aggravating it was to be surprised with company when you didn't want to be.

“Viktor dearest, I couldn't help but notice that scarf you were holding down there,” she hummed, twirling glass of wine in her hand, a much less pretty glass then his he would note, “It looks a bit like the one your other lab assistant work..what was their name?” He was quick to spit your name back at her, almost instantly, like he was waiting for someone to ask. Mel glanced at him, a little spooked, “Yes..yes them. I saw them wearing the Yule ball, is that it?” she asked, sipping his wine with the elegance of a queen.

Viktor had almost forgotten about the Yule ball. Though now that he thought about it, you had worn it then, that was until you took it off and had revealed a golden collar around your neck..purely decorative, however he now wondered if you often wore things like that–

‘Stop that,’ he silently chastised himself, clearing his thirst to give a real answer, “Yes..they had lent it to me a while back..I wanted to pack it in my bag so I can return it” he murrmered, leaning over the sink and filling his usual cup with water.

Jayce giggled lightly, clearly amused by his next words before even saying them, “You gonna write a note for when you return it?” he asked, Viktor furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, “Maybe some hearts, an invitation to steal yours next?” he teased, sending heat fast to Viktors face. His hand gripped the cup, avoiding anyones gaze as he stepped to the side,

“Of course not! Why would I ever offer that?” he huffed,

“One of your shirts would fit them pretty nice, don’t you think?” Jayce purred, only barely avoiding the water that spilled from Viktors mouth when he had missed his sip at the thought of you wearing his shirt, all sleepy and comfy, hiding yourself in his clothes,

“You..are an evil man Jayce Talis, a vile and disgusting creature–” Viktor choked, wiping his chin from the spittle that had fallen down it, turning his face away from Mel as she stared at the pair.

Viktor wasn't lucky enough it seems, as he had caught a smirk of understanding spread on mels painted lips. “Has our Viktor found himself a little playmate?” she hummed,

Jayce nodded, mouthing an exaggerated ‘Oh yeah’ which resulted in the hard thump of Viktors cane against his shin. Jayce yelped, hopping on one leg and holding his injured one and settling his forehead against the counter,

“I do not have a ‘playmate” Viktor grunted, tucking his cane back under his arm,

“Are you going to wash it at least? The scarf?” Jayce panted, settling his leg back down and leaning into Mel as she rubbed his shoulder for comfort, like he was a wounded puppy.

“Of course,” Viktor insisted, turning and making his way back down the hallway too retrieve it,

Jayce leaned down the hall as he went, “Hey uh, Mel is gonna sleep over, ok?”

“I assumed,” He yelled back, slipping into his room and closing the door.

As much as he planned to get right to your scarf, he had gotten distracted with what he thought would be a quick adjustment to his notes. He looked up to notice he had somehow ended up filling what was left of his notebook..he sighed, rubbing his temple and lifting himself toward his bed. He needed to sleep, so he tripped what was tight around his form, and rolled into his mattress. He laid on his side, and let out a deep sigh as he settled into the soft sheets..he was much more annoyed to hear the muffled noise of Mel and Jayce on the other side of the wall. He inhaled deeply, covering his head with his hands and trying to block out any further signs of their intense “conversation”.

His breath hitched as the feeling of his back hitting the bedroom door, your form standing close, blocking him from moving away. His gaze was lingering on your face, a bit disheveled from the rush into the apartment. He sighed, cupping your face as you tuck your body closer to him, the velvet of your vest brushing against his chest.

“Janna..your so lovely,” he huffed,

“You're so beautiful Viktor..” You whisper in reply, only to be cut off by the weight of Viktors lips colliding with yours. You both pant into each other, Viktor wrapping his arms tightly around your hip and using the other to cup your jaw, and keep your lips locked in a passionate embrace. Your combined weight sends you both tumbling to the bed. You land almost perfectly, Viktor slotted between your legs and pressing his weight into your pelvis. You let out a pathetic whimper as Viktor grabbed hold of your thigh and tucked it over his hip. He pulled his lips away briefly to mutter your name,

“Your perfection..ever since that party..with that lovely gown..I can't stop thinking about you, about everything you do..” He panted between kisses to your impossibly soft lips, and when he couldn't handle muffling your sounds any longer, he pressed his lips into your throat, greedily licking at your sweat dappled skin as if he would die of thirst. You moan out his name as he rolls himself into you, groaning at the sensation of your plush behind against his bulge.

Your nosies only continued to spill from your throat, each shriller than the next, until he swore you began to sound like the creaking of his bed frame..

The creak of said bedframe is what met him when he fluttered his eyes open and found that rather than your, in his words, ‘Plush behind’, he had dug his hips into one of his pillows..He grunted, pulling himself to sit up and rubbing his face drearily. His brain was foggy, another groan from his bed sending a shutter down his spine and into his hips.

He didn't want to look, but like a drone, his chin dropped to his chest and he was met with the unmistakable outline of his throbbing cock, pressing against the fabric of his boxers. He sighed, falling back to the mattress and combing through his hair with his hand, until he felt a soft texture crush his fingertips. He turned his gaze lazily, his gaze caught on a familiar crimson color. ‘Your damn scarf..’

He reached for it, flushing a bit in the cheeks as he brought it to his face..another instinctual move he had no control over. He deeply inhaled, feeling the smell trickle down his lungs into his stomach. He shuttered lightly, opening his eyes lazily and staring off at the cieling as the sickening feeling of shame flooded into his barely conscious mind. He knew it wouldn't go away, you wouldn't leave his mind, and because of it, his little..not so little, problem would also remain stubbornly active.

He closed his eyes again, maybe if he didnt see the scarf he would feel less guilty about the effect it was having. His hand pressed the fabric closer to his face, the other free hand slowly sneaking over his hip bone and causing him to involuntarily jut upward. He exhaled that first deep breath as the weight of his hand settled against his bulge and sent a muted humm of pleasure into his thighs. He took another moment to move again, a moment to at least settle on what to think about. Of course the only thing in his mind at the moment was you, that excited look on your face from the dream, the way your hair felt between his fingers as he kissed you..his hand slipped beneath his waistband, hurrying top push them down enough that he would ease the ache of his cock that was needily pressing into the now tight fabric. His grasp was light as he held himself, feeling the weight against his palm and considering himself for a moment..

Your voice invaded his imagination, a scripted coo into his ear, a fantasy of your sing songy tone, ‘excited Viktor?~’

His grip tightened around his shaft, he made one slow pass over it, making him inhale sharply through his teeth. He pressed your scarf to his mouth, taking in another intoxicating breath of you, his hand starting its slow, lazy pace as he squeezed his cock lightly with each stroke.

The scarf proved extremely effective in muffling his moan, one he didn't plan on, brought out as he pictured your hand rather than his, rubbing a bit faster. He felt a slight burn, lifting his hand away from his shaft for only so he could drag his tongue over his palm, giving himself a fair bit of saliva to better lube himself up with, before bringing it back to his cock and returning to a less lazy pace. The heat of his saliva brings an image of your perfect lips pressing into him, against his throat, against his hips, his cock.

His hip twitched into his tightening grip, sending an increasingly shocking amount of sensation through his stomach. He was shivering, the smell, your smell was all he could breathe in. It was as addictive as he anticipated it to be, sweet, strong, the intensity of pleasure it brought him was humiliating, especially knowing how much more noticeable it would be when he had to see you tomorrow. He wasn't sure how he would handle seeing you tomorrow.

You had smiled 15 times yesterday, the number tripled after he had touched you..oh and that touch was exquisite. HIs hand quickened, his breath was heavier, and he could feel the rumble of his groans as they sank into the soft fabric against his lips. Janna, he wanted to touch you again. With one touch, he had earned the luxury of knowing that, for a fact, your waist was as soft as he hoped..and the feeling..the squish of your flesh..it was enough to send a whimper from his throat. A shivering sensation spread down into his hips, his thumb pressing teasingly against the swollen head of his cock. He was shaking now, the weight of your body against his palm, he squeezed tighter around his shaft, his pace quickly becoming irregular. He groaned into the scarf, whining helplessly into the soft yarn, sighing shakily. His hips thrusted into his fist, greedily pushing himself toward the edge. He gritted his teeth, arching his back against the mattress as one last memory of you flooded into his psyche..the slight smile on your face after he let go of you, the little lean you made to chase him after it, the smallest sign of your returned affection.

He whimpered your name, the scarf not able to hide it as he held it tight to his chest, and white hot pleasure coursed through his body, down into his stomach and shooting through his hips as warm cum freckled his bare stomach.

His body collapsed into the mattress, his breath heavy and desperate, his release cooling soothingly against his belly as he fluttered his eyes open and started up into the night.

How was he going to look at you tommorow..

He couldn't figure it out in the morning..for now he reached over to his bedside table, gripping cold glass and sipping from the last remnants of your stained glass.

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hyperesthesias · 7 months

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Can you actually write something smutty for Viktor? Or just a guide on how to? I really want to write some Viktor smut, but I'm worried I won't do his disability justice as I'm able bodied and a dumbass

Of my twelve years on this webbed site, this has got to be the best ask I have ever received lmao

I would be happy to help, friend. I'll answer this in two parts.

Yes, I am planning on writing Viktor smut for Viktor x Anya. I had a lot happen in the year since I made the post you're referencing, but I've finally been able to get back into fandom stuff. I wanted to lay some backstory with them first though, as I am apparently a PWP kind of person lmao. It's coming soon! (No pun intended).

You've taken the first great step in recognizing that your experience and knowledge may not be congruent with potential portrayal, and therefore asking for advice. I don't mean to sound patronizing at all. I am an author and I have seen many professional authors that don't do this, so you're already ahead of the game! I wouldn't consider that dumbassery in any way, shape, or form.

I'll put the rest under a cut due to the nature of this post.

*Disclaimer to this is, of course, I don't speak for every disabled person, this list isn't extensive, and these are my opinions.

I, personally, operate under the assumption that Viktor has Post Polio Syndrome. Looking at photographs (x, x, x) it's pretty clear the animators used PPS as a framework for Viktor's movements and posture, as well as his mobility and assistive devices. People with PPS often develop need for braces, canes or crutches, and treatment for scoliosis -- all of which Viktor has. You are more than welcome to headcanon something different, as I don't believe the writers or animators have ever confirmed or denied PPS, but based on my own experience and research, I would bet money on it.

That being said -- regardless of PPS, or otherwise -- the first thing to consider when writing smut for any disabled character is fatigue. It may not be the obvious thing, as mobility devices often are the first thing to catch an observer's eye. But there is so much that goes on beneath mobility devices. Fatigue is a big one.

Consider the worst flu you've ever had -- all the time, every day, even in your sleep. It can be maddening, like you can't get any relief -- even if you take pain reliever or use other analgesics. Most people with a severe flu aren't exactly in the mood to be frisky, especially spontaneously. Many physically disabled people rely on preplanning. Having a date night where they can plan for extra pain reliever, or where they can schedule the rest of their day or week to conserve energy for a special night. The psychological energy that people need to conserve alone can take a lot of effort. Being disabled is also mentally exhausting, especially when you have a partner and their needs to consider. Giving a disabled person time to prepare for sex (or other tasks) is essential.

Related to that, is the fact the energy levels aren't always consistent. A disabled person and their lover could be going at it like rabbits for a while and then suddenly the disabled partner may need to stop because their "battery" (their physical energy levels) has run out. They may need a break for a few minutes, or they may just need to end the sexual encounter altogether.

The worst thing you (or your character) could do is take this personally. It has nothing to do with their partner, it's their body that is (frustratingly [on many levels]) not cooperating.

Something to toy with (no pun intended) when writing characters with energy level deficits is vibrators. Twice the work with half the effort. Don't be afraid to write smut with toys and vibrators -- it doesn't even have to be kinky. Toys and vibrators are normal and vanilla, all things considered. The only reason they haven't been normalized is because of patriarchal standards as to what sex is and is supposed to be.

The second thing to consider is physical limitations of positions and potential discomfort. I've seen several fanfic writers describe situations and positions that Viktor simply would never be able to do (e.g. lifting his partner onto a table or desk).

Viktor doesn't have a lot of strength. That's not to say he can't be rough or that all smut has to be vanilla. But realistically, it's absurd to think that he can lift someone else or manhandle them with any force, or thrust at the speed of light (💀). He also doesn't have any balance whatsoever post Act I. During Act I, he's able to hobble somewhat without his cane, as long as he has something to hold onto, as seen in episode three. But in Acts II and III, his balance issues combined with scoliosis would make any positions where he has to stand much more difficult.

Therefore, if you're wanting to write a scene somewhere outside of a bedroom (e.g. the lab, his office, etc.), he'd need something to balance himself. Seated sex is a great concept to play with -- very disability friendly and offers many options for all sorts of scenes. Desk/table sex is also realistic, as long as your character lifts themself onto the desk or table, and he's able to lean on it.

Scenes that take place in the bedroom also have their own limitations. He has zero use of his right leg, which means he'd need more time to get in and out of different positions. Missionary would take a toll on his back, I'd imagine, from being hunched over -- not that he couldn't do it at all, but that was more of a sidenote. Having your character straddle him, while his back was supported, is probably the most comfortable position I can imagine. Or spooning. Or maybe doggy, though I think his back and hips might get tired. But I'm just spit balling at this point. Utilizing objects from the setting is important -- pillows, having your character bent over the back of a couch, etc. This is where creativity comes in -- it's just important to keep in mind where his limitations are located on his body: his back and his leg/hip.

There are also adaptive devices for sex and disabilities.

One final thing I want to say is: don't overcorrect. This is common. It's one thing to keep a character's disability in mind, but it's another to make a disability the entire character. Just because Viktor is disabled doesn't mean he can't have the filthiest, most disgusting, raw, life changing, I-should-visit-a-confessional type of sex. However you headcanon him to be in bed is exactly how he can be. If you see him as a cruel Dom, he absolutely can slap the shit out of whoever has the pleasure of being beneath him, while he makes them beg for his mercy -- with his back and leg supported. If you see him as a bratty sub, he can be that, too -- while he lies there with a back pillow to relieve pressure off his spine. If he's the plainest, blander-than-vanilla type of lover, that's exactly what he is -- while he takes a few extra minutes to move from one position to the next. If he's any combination of those things, more power to you.

The point of writing a scene, is the point you're trying to make. Meaning: a lot of writers worry about conveying ideas and settings perfectly and with detail, while losing sight of the main point of their story. Rarely will you ever have to add paragraphs to a piece of writing in order to convey something, especially if it's not the main point. Often, it only takes one or two sentences. Keep the main point of the scene in mind. If you're writing a fic where Viktor and your character are secretly getting it on in the lab, then the point and the idea of that scene is the forbidden sex they are having. Not necessarily his limitations. You can easily acknowledge Viktor's disability by saying something like: 'Viktor sat on a chair at the far end of the lab, away from the door's line of sight. He leaned his back against the seat, allowing his spine to settle, before he coaxed his lover onto his lap. His lover straddled his legs, reaching to kiss his neck, while his hand trailed up their thighs...' You've successfully conveyed the limitations he has in two sentences, while maintaining the focus of your scene, and without reducing Viktor to a caricature of his disability. Less is more throughout your fic.

As a side note, which is completely my headcanon -- and something I've vaguely alluded to in my Viktor x Anya fics -- is that Viktor also has erectile dysfunction as a result of the PPS. Polio is a neurological virus, meaning is attacks the nerve cells, the main cause of the atrophy in PPS. It isn't common, but it's not uncommon for males with PPS to struggle with ED. As such, in my own personal stories, I have mentioned that Viktor takes medication to help with it. Sildenafil (the generic for Viagra) is a medication that specifically targets nerves.

That's my own person interpretation, though, and has no bearing on what we seen in Arcane lol.

To close this off for now, I want to reassure you that your efforts count and they matter. No one will write any depiction of disability 'perfectly'. Disability is unique to every person, and one person's spinal disability will look different to another's. Even people with the exact same diagnosis and prognosis will differ in how they experience it. You're not a dumbass. You're very intelligent to recognize the need for external resources. Enjoy yourself, enjoy the work you write, and keep asking questions.

If and when you decide to write your Viktor smut piece, I would love to read it. And likewise, if you'd like to read what I write I'd be happy to send it to you! If you're comfortable coming off anon, you can message me privately and we can talk more!

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jinxgrenades · 2 years

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Also on the same note, when we working together, when the night stretches and It’s just the two of us, he becomes so touchy.

His hand comes and rests on your knee under the table, later kneading the flesh of your thigh when he’s thinking real hard on an equation, his pinky going up and up and up each time he scribbles something in his messy writing at the messy papers over the table and just making your work harder.

Resting his read on your shoulder when peeking at your notes, his low tone makes shivers run up and down your neck where his breath makes the hairs at your neck move slightly and your brain go blank.

The way Viktor becomes stuck at his work, and gets distracted with you just beside him, but is too serious to just straight ask for anything.

So he will just stay there at your side to the point he's resting his face against yours, caressing your neck with his nose like a puppy until you just have to turn and ask:

“Can I help with something, Viktor?”

His hand goes higher, and his pinky reaches his goal.

“Actually, yes.”

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thedustybunny · 8 months

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Chamomile kisses - Chapter 9 + WIP of upcoming fanart

Viktor x Fem!Reader

This is just a WIP, maybe only 25% finished, don’t worry it’ll look a lot better. I’m just figuring out the layout + colours before I really lay into it. Any advice would be great as I feel I’m lacking contrast and the shadows are a bit off so I’m struggling to place those at the minute.

Anyways thank you all for following along with my lil series, especially those who have been commenting and supporting me along the way! Every comment like and reblog makes me so happy to see whenever I log on and motivates me to continue so thank you! Don’t worry thou this series is far from over, I’m hoping to have at least 20 chapters or so, and then I have 2 more fanfictions planned for the future! I am taking requests and ideas into consideration if you have any! Thank you all!

Morning light began to filter into the lab, casting a gentle glow across the room. As consciousness gradually returned to Viktor, he became aware of the weight against him. Blinking open his eyes, he realized that (y/n) was still nestled against him, her head resting on his chest. The memories of the night before flooded back, reminding him of the warmth they had shared and the unexpected intimacy that had taken root.

Viktor's initial instinct was to push her away, to distance himself from the vulnerability he had allowed himself to feel. But as he looked down at her peaceful expression, he hesitated. Her presence beside him felt strangely comforting, a stark contrast to the isolation he had grown accustomed to. He couldn't help but notice the way her features softened in sleep, the tension that usually marked her face now absent.

For a moment, he allowed himself to simply watch her, to take in the sight of her sleeping form against him. The weight of his thoughts pressed on him, and he found himself grappling with emotions he had long suppressed. His convictions about herbologists and his resentment towards them were deeply ingrained, a result of his past experiences. But as he held (y/n) in his arms, he couldn't ignore the growing realization that his feelings towards her were beginning to shift.

As the lab continued to bathe in the gentle morning light, Viktor found himself torn between the familiar walls he had built around himself and the unfamiliar warmth he was experiencing in that moment. He was acutely aware of the line he was tiptoeing, of the potential for change that hung in the air.

Viktor's internal battle raged on, a storm of conflicting emotions that he couldn't easily resolve. He knew that when they were eventually freed from their self-imposed prison, the dynamics between them would likely revert back to their usual state of tension. But as he watched (y/n) sleep beside him, he couldn't deny the small spark of connection that had ignited between them. Eventually her rhythmic breathing and warmth lulled him back to sleep.

The atmosphere outside the lab had begun to stir, as the late morning sun filtered through the windows, casting gentle light across the room. Unbeknownst to Viktor and (y/n), the lab was in a state of organized chaos. Jayce had been searching for Viktor, growing increasingly concerned as he failed to locate him. Assuming that Viktor had decided to take a day off, Jayce enlisted the help of his assistant Sky to set up the lab for their experiments.

As the two of them went about their tasks, they eventually reached a point where they needed to access the materials stored in the cupboard. With a slow, cautious movement, Jayce pulled open the heavy metal door of the cupboard. The door emitted a soft metallic squeak as it opened, and his eyes were immediately drawn to the scene on the floor inside.

There lay Viktor and (y/n), still deep in sleep. The coat that had been used as a makeshift blanket had slipped off them, revealing their entwined figures. Viktor held (y/n) against him, his chin resting on her forehead, and his arms wrapped securely around her form.

Jayce's eyes widened in surprise, and he motioned for Sky to join him. Without a word, she approached and looked inside, her expression mirroring Jayce's shock. Neither of them had ever seen Viktor behave in such a tender and affectionate manner, especially not with someone he had openly declared to dislike.

The two of them stood in silence, observing the scene before them. The weight of the discovery settled over them, as they tried to process the unexpected sight. It was a moment that defied their understanding of Viktor's character, shattering the preconceived notions they had held about him.

Just as the silence was beginning to stretch, the soft stirrings of movement came from the floor. Viktor's eyes fluttered open, gradually coming to his senses. As he looked up, he was met with the gaze of Jayce and Sky, their expressions a mixture of surprise, confusion, and something else that he couldn't quite place.

Viktor's eyes followed their line of sight, and as he looked down, he realized the situation he was in. His grip on (y/n) tightened slightly, a mixture of emotions swirling within him. He knew that his actions contradicted everything he had claimed to stand for, that they revealed a vulnerability he had always been so determined to hide. And yet, as he gazed down at her peaceful form, he found himself unable to let go.

A complex swirl of thoughts and emotions flooded Viktor's mind. Confusion, embarrassment, and a fleeting sense of warmth tangled within him. He quickly unraveled himself from (y/n), gently easing her to the side as he sat up, smoothing his hair in a habitual gesture.

Jayce and Sky remained silent, granting Viktor space to process the situation. His gaze darted between them, his usual icy facade reasserting itself.

"It’s… not what it looks like." he mumbled, his words laced with defensiveness. Flattening his hair, he tried to regain his composure.

Jayce finally spoke, a fond smile dancing at the corners of his lips. "Well, Viktor, I think we all know what it looks like."

Sky chimed in with a playful grin. "Certainly a surprising way to find you both."

Viktor's expression tightened, a blend of annoyance and vulnerability flickering in his eyes. He stood up, brushing off his clothes with a hint of irritation. "Fine, enjoy your spectacle. But this doesn't change a thing," he retorted, a stubborn edge in his voice.

Jayce's smile softened, concern tingeing his words. "Viktor, it's all right to admit you care about her. We won't judge."

Viktor's gaze flicked to (y/n), who was stirring awake from her slumber. He opened his mouth to respond, but the words caught in his throat. A myriad of emotions fought for dominance on his face — a conflict between the walls he'd fortified and the vulnerability he'd unwittingly revealed.

Before he could say anything, (y/n) blinked awake, her gaze shifting between the trio, comprehension dawning in her eyes. An awkward yet unspoken understanding enveloped the room.

As Viktor and (y/n) exchanged a fleeting look, it was evident that something had changed. However, Viktor was determined to return to the familiar grounds of disdain. With a swift recovery, he donned his facade, ready to resume their previous dynamic as if the earlier moment of vulnerability had never occurred.

Over the next few days, Viktor's efforts to restore their strained relationship were evident. He reverted to his usual snide remarks, icy glances, and dismissive gestures. It was as if the vulnerable moment in the lab had never happened. He couldn't let his guard down, couldn't allow himself to be swayed by emotions.

(Y/n) observed his behavior with a mix of frustration and understanding. She couldn't deny the fleeting warmth she'd felt when they were forced to share that confined space. But Viktor's defensive stance reminded her that old habits die hard.

Their interactions carried on as before, with their mutual antagonism simmering just beneath the surface. (Y/n) couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment each time Viktor brushed off their recent experience, burying it under layers of hostility.

One evening, as the clinics lights flickered overhead and the air was thick with tension, (y/n) found herself alone once again. She sighed and busied herself with her work, tending to her plants and jotting down notes in her journal.

As the clock ticked on, she couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed between them. The memory of their shared warmth lingered in her mind. She longed to bridge the gap, to shatter the walls of pretense he had built.

Deep in thought, she barely noticed the quiet creak of the door. Startled, she turned to find Jayce standing at the entrance, a sympathetic smile on his lips. "Hey," he greeted softly.

(Y/n) returned the smile, grateful for his presence. "Hey. What brings you here?"

He walked closer, his gaze filled with understanding. "Just checking up on you. I know things might feel a bit... complicated right now."

She sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly. "Complicated is an understatement."

Jayce leaned against a nearby table, his voice gentle. "Viktor will warm up to you someday, he may be stubborn but he's not immune to change."

(Y/n) met his gaze, a mixture of hope and uncertainty swirling in her eyes. "Do you really think so?"

Jayce nodded, a reassuring glint in his eyes. "I've known him for a long time. Sometimes it takes a push, a realization, to make someone see things differently."

Her hopes were quick to shatter.

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saeneryis · 2 years

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Random NSFW Viktor Headcanons

Machine Herald Edition.

Includes: Viktor (as the Machine Herald) x Reader (Gender Neutral) Warnings: dom, possessiveness, nsfw, begging, praise, toys, topping.

• Viktor is lowkey kind of possessive. He loves feeling like you’re his, and will often find himself begging you to let him cum in, or over you— depending on his mood, of course. Showering you in kisses, praise, and giving your body the respect it deserves is his #1 priority. No one is as beautiful as you, in his eyes. He can get a little jealous seeing you talk to other people, but at the end of the day, he knows you know who you belong to.

• He’s a full time scientist, not afraid of trying anything, and although he would rather use this energy to decipher the mysteries of the world, Viktor usually always gives in into your requests. You guys have a ton of sex toys— and he’s into that. Vibrating, moving, or even with sound effects (please, don’t ask) he’s open to anything you want to do to him.

• But usually, he’s gonna top the shit out of you. Especially after a long day of trying to figure a breakthrough out. He claims it helps him think better. With his new, enhanced body— physical limitations are no longer. A few of his favorite positions are doing it while he’s standing up and holding you mid-air, and letting you sit on top of him. • He's still Viktor under all those upgrades, ignoring the metallic implants that exist all over his body— his face still looks just like it always did. The only person who's seen him after he went full on machine herald was you, hence, you're the only person he's willing to ever sleep with.

Writer’s Note: Something small to lighten the mood. I love robot Viktor, kind of a shame there isn’t a lot about him here. Writing is hard, dude. I wish there was a way to make my other works faster, ahh.. so many drafts... can't complete them all! I have like 4 more ideas and I stopped one midway. Got uninspired :')

#viktor x reader #viktor smut #viktor x you #arcane smut #arcane #viktor machine herald #viktor arcane x you #viktor arcane x reader #viktor headcanons

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doritwo · 1 year

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Multi-Purpose Tool

pairing: viktor x afab!reader

tags: sex toy testing session, overstimulation, fingering, unrealistic v*gina expectations (belly bulge), praise kink, implications of free-use (entirely consensual), squirting, blowjob/facefucking, facial, soft dom!viktor

summary: Being the muse of an inventor has many benefits. (Viktor modifies the Hexclaw for your pleasure.)

word count: 1.9k

Being the muse of a man such as Viktor was always interesting. He was always so insatiable, aiming for more. Creating and fixing was in his nature. When you started dating, you didn't expect him to be insatiable in the same ways with you.

Each night together he aimed to make you cum harder, faster, and even more than the last. Sometimes you felt like an experiment. Sometimes you couldn't feel anything other than the pleasure he gave you during your nights together.

It was never unexpected to see a note preparing you for a new invention to test 'Be ready for me tonight, my love. I have something new for you - V'

Tonight, however, you were taken by surprise at his request. 'Come to the lab after hours. I will be there shortly after you. Be ready - V'

You were confused and slightly worried about what kind of invention could possibly be that required him to call you to the lab. Your feet carried you slowly towards the door, your mind racing at the possibilities.

The lab was quiet when you entered, the room dark except for a small amount of light coming from a portable lamp at Viktor's desk. You made your way over to scan the desk for any indication of his plans for you.

Among the papers and blueprints was a box and on the desk next to it stood a tall claw-like apparatus.

Your eyes returned to the box, no harm in looking, you thought as you reached to open it.

"So eager to see what I have for you, hm? Couldn't even wait for me." He clicked his tongue, "Such a misbehaving subject. Whatever will we do about this?" He chuckled, reaching forward to take the box off the table. He smiled mischievously, "Let's find out." He opened it to reveal a device that looked like a glove, a leather strap, attached to a set of engraved rings. The top of the glove had a small recess as if to hold something. Next to it laid what looked like a large silver bullet about 9 inches in length.

"It's the controller," He started, then looked to the claw on the table as he applied the glove to his hand. "For the device that's going to fuck you."

He then reached into his vest and took out a HexGem. "This will power it." You watched his fingers as he placed it into the glove and you heard the claw whir to life.

"That!?" You backed up and Viktor chuckled grabbing your chin gently with his gloved hand. "My dear, that is what this is for," He grabbed the remaining device in the box and turned to the claw, unhooking one of them to replace it with the oversized bullet.

"Now, get undressed and lay on the desk, we should begin soon." You did as he asked, removing your clothes starting with your shirt then your pants and underwear before laying on the desk, the metal cold and uninviting. You were used to your activities remaining in the bedroom, but with such a large device, it's no wonder Viktor needed you to meet him here.

This time definitely felt like an experiment, one you had no qualms about participating in, you knew he'd take care of you and the unknowns were certainly exhilarating.

Viktor had applied a medical glove on his other hand and covered his fingers in lube. "I will go slow at first, I will ease you into it. Just focus your breathing for me."

The chill of the lube on his gloved fingers trailing your cunt caused you to quake and whimper as he spread your lips apart, wetting your entrance and stroking your clit. "I'm just getting you ready, I want you to feel nothing but pleasure." He whispered as he stroked you softly and slowly making you ache for more.

"Are you ready, love?" You whimpered and nodded. "I'll guide you," His finger pressed gently against your opening. "Alright, now try not to tense up. Breathe deeply."

Viktor began to move his finger inside of you, teasing your walls, and pushing deep inside, curling his finger, making your body tremble and cry out. His voice was soothing and calming, guiding you through his movements. "That's it, good job. We shall continue." His next thrust added a finger, spreading you more as you clenched around his long fingers.

Your breath hitched as his fingers moved faster, driving deeper inside, until finally, he withdrew them completely, leaving you gasping and whining in disappointment.

"Patience, darling. There is still much more for us to explore." He pulled away. "I'll get you some more lubricant,"

He beckoned the claw towards him and lathered the attachment in lubricant with his gloved hand, "Now I am going to fill you up." He slid it in slowly with a wave of his hand, his face close to yours. You inhaled sharply. "Feel how easy it is to penetrate you?" He asked. You tried to nod, swallowing thickly. "You always fascinate me, my love." He whispered as the claw moved to cause the attachment to fill you as deep as you could take it. "You take it so well, I can almost see it move inside of you." He played with small thrusts into you, "God's you can take so much inside of you. Incredible."

With every thrust you got more desperate, your hips moving involuntarily against the claw. "How does it feel sweetheart?" You wanted more, needed more. "Do you like this? Do you like being filled with the toys I make just for you?" He continued moving the claw.

His words made you feel on fire, your body trembled and you nodded through the pleasure, gritting your teeth and blinking tears from your eyes. "Of course you do," He cooed causing you to whimper at his praise.

“Viktor– I’m– I” You panted, unable to finish your thought.

Viktor continued to thrust the claw and you moaned loudly, the sound reverberating around the lab, "Good, I need to hear your beautiful noises while I work on you. That's it, darling." His praises drove you wild, and your back arched farther off the desk forcing the claw to fuck deeper into you, forcing it to give you what you wanted, taking it for all it was worth.

As his movements grew rougher, your moans became louder, your muscles clenching, your body shuddering as you fought to stay in control, to not scream, or cry out but failed as you clenched around the claw, cumming hard around it as he continued to fuck you, and for what seemed like another eternity, you came.

"One minute and twenty-eight seconds." Viktor mused, "Almost beat your record."

You let out a groan as your orgasm subsided, your legs shaking and your whole body aching as you eased back down onto the desk, exhausted.

"I think you need more, don't you?" With a twist, he pushed the claw further in, causing you to gasp loudly before you saw the gem glow brighter in your peripheral. "It's time we begin the next phase.”

You could feel the vibrations inside your walls as he plunged into you again, deeper this time. The gem pulsated in rhythm with the thrusts of his arm, sending shivers down your spine and heat flooding your core. The feeling intensified and suddenly you couldn't handle it anymore, bucking back onto the machine and crying out as Viktor watched you intensely.

You've been the test subject for many of Viktor's vibrators but the sensitivity of your orgasm paired with its immense size sent you screaming out in pleasure as your walls contracted around the object inside of you, milking every last drop of pleasure even though it was too much.

You came again quickly and as a surprise to both of you your pussy gushed around the claw, sending spurts of your release across the table

You fell back onto the table and closed your eyes, breathing heavily and letting yourself enjoy the aftermath. A moment passed before you opened your eyes to see Viktor in front of you, an awed expression, "Amazing– once more? I must replicate this if you'll allow me."

You didn't respond and instead stared up at him, breathing heavily, your hands clutching at the edge of the table.

"You are incredible." He praised with a smile “Are you ready to try?" You nodded weakly as he approached behind you, sliding his hand up under your hair.

"I'll go slowly again to ease you into it." His thumb rubbed comforting circles on your scalp, "I want you to cum once more for me." You nodded, panting slightly, your head falling to the side as he began stroking your neck and shoulder. Your heart thumped rapidly against your chest, your senses heightened as the claw began to fill you once more with slow, methodical thrusts.

He watched you, his own arousal growing with each thrust, "I am afraid...My desire to invalidate this experiment grows with each passing second." He said, his cock pressing hard against his pants.

"We could always– ah! Do this again." You managed between thrusts, "Viktor I want you to interfere, I want you to– fuck!"

He continued the rigid thrusts into your cunt, "If you insist," He took off the medical glove with his mouth before flicking his pant buttons open exposing his hard cock at eye level where you lay on the desk. Your mouth instinctively opened, tongue extended, ready to take him.

"Shall I give you the pleasure of tasting me, dear?"

You nodded, "Please," Your voice came out as a gasp as he lowered himself onto your tongue. He held your head steady as he plunged into you, filling you up. You gagged as his cock pushed further down your throat, feeling every sensation that came with his intrusion. Your hands gripped at the desk beneath you, trying to stay focused while his hips moved and fucked your mouth and the claw pumped into you.

His pace picked up as the claw kept working deeper into you, your hands gripping harder at the desk until you finally let loose, your body spasming around the claw sending another gush of your juices. You twitched in surprise as his fingers slid between your legs, stroking your clit and slipping his middle finger into your already over-filled cunt. You continued to squirt from the intrusion, coating Viktor's fingers and hand as he stroked you. His cock pumped relentlessly into your mouth as you continued to cum.

"Fuck–I think you broke your record. To be entirely honest I wasn't counting but–” His sentence faltered as you stroked the remainder of him that was not buried in your mouth. Your eyes widened as he grabbed your head to pump inside of you again, your mouth, milking him dry as he came deep down your throat in thick spurts. He removed his cock from your mouth as he came sending ropes of his hot cum onto your face as you stroked him to completion.

After a few minutes of recovery, he sat up and helped you up, wiping your cheeks clean with a rag he had set aside on his desk. You rested your forehead on his chest as he wrapped his arms around you, placing soft kisses on your temple, your ear, and your cheek. before taking your head in his hands, "I'm so proud of you." He whispered tenderly. "You have done so well tonight." He kissed your head softly.

"This is just the prototype." He glanced at the HexClaw. "I've already thought of improvements to it during our session."

"Oh?" You lifted your head to look at him.

"You'll be the first to know when it's ready, for now, let us get cleaned up, eh?"

#viktor x you #viktor x reader #arcane x reader #smut

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angelltheninth · 12 days

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hi! love your blog, hope you’re happy and well.

the idea of Arcane characters being with a fem s/o with a high sex drive has been living in my head rent-free.

like, in my mind, them walking into the room and her being “””busy””” 😳😳😳 is something that’d be very likely to happen often because of her libido, could you elaborate some kinky sh based on that? pretty please?

(if you do write about it pls don’t forget to include the baddies: sevika, finn, vander, viktor, ekko, marcus)

♡ ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ ♡

Ekko is not a baddie, he is in fact the BESTEST EVER.

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

Tags: nsfw, smut, high libito, masturbation, watching, masturbation instruction, lots of cum, marathon sex, dirty talk

A/N: Must be a lot to have a high libito.

Vander is so damn tired after a long day of work. All he wants to do is cuddle up next his favorite lady, maybe talk about some of the highlights of his day and then fall asleep. Imagine his surprise when he finds you masturbating instead.

Might be too tired to join you but he can always enjoy a good show. You don't have to have sex in order to have a good time and make each other feel good. Your pussy on display is enough for him.

"I come in and this is what you're up to to darlin'. Not even waiting for me, just going at it without a care in the world. You ain't gonna get shy on me now, you do what you need to do, give that hole all the attention it deservers, I'll watch you."

Sevika expected this, after all she's been dating you for a while. She's got no problem seeing you masturbating when you need it. The only thing she's mad about is you not telling her that you were in the mood.

As she approaches you she pulls your hand away from your pussy, giving it a hard slap. You didn't wait for her, now she has to punish you. But with your libito a full night of non-stop sex might be just what you need.

"See how well you'll be standing after I'm done fucking you. Not even gonna be able to touch this pussy without coming on the spot. That's it sweetheart, show me that needy cunt."

Marcus hardly has energy for much of anything after a long Enforcer shift Especially since he recently became the new boss. By now he's gotten used to walking in on you fingering yourself.

He is however in need of being in control so he wants to tell you what to do. As you take a seat on the edge of the bed he kneels down to have a better look, to make sure you're not touching when you're not supposed to. And also to kiss your pussy when you're doing good.

"Need me to keep your legs open for you sweetheart? I need to touch you too, I miss you. Wait, now, wait, I didn't say you could move your fingers yet, let the pleasure build up, then start moving them in and out very, very slowly."

Finn doesn't allow you to touch yourself without him being there to witness if. Breaking that rule means you're ready for the punishment that comes with it. No matter what it is.

For your punishment he won't let you have a wink of sleep for the entire night, he'll use you how he sees fit. Not just your pussy, and not just once. You'll never think of not obeying him again because you will never be able to match the pleasure he gives you.

"Open up kitten, come on, I said open up! You couldn't listen to my words, but you seem to be able to understand everything when you have a cock in you. Guess I'll have to keep it in all the time, to make sure you listen to what I say."

Ekko shows up exactly on time to see you get started. Did you think he'd miss this and let you have all the fun by yourself. No way is he gonna let his girl fuck herself when he can do it himself.

There are times when he's a bit late but in general he's on time, already hard and his ball full of cum for you. You want all of it, all over you and he's more than happy to let you have it. But you already had a bit of a headstart so you owe him at least one orgasm.

"All this cum on you and my Firefly still still wants more. I knew what you were like when I got together with you, and hey, you want me all day every day, what's there to be complain about. Want it again already, then get me hard again, it won't take long."

Viktor knows you're masturbating before he opens the door, you're not exactly quiet. He's happy you weren't doing it in the living room this time. There was a big mess to clean up last time.

Cock in hand he's seated and ready to masturbate with you. But if you want his fingers on you he can do that too, with him on a bed, you sucking his cock and him reaching over your soft ass to push his fingers into your wanting pussy.

"Closer darling, a bit closer, I want to get my fingers fully in there. You deserve my all if I'm gonna give you anything, I'm always willing to do this for you. I'm adding another finger, gonna make you full okay, so full, make you feel so loved."

#arcane x reader #vander x reader #sevika x reader #marcus x reader #finn x reader #ekko x reader #viktor x reader #arcane imagines #arcane headcanon #arcane smut #arcane x you #arcane x female reader #league of legends x reader #league of legends imagine #league of legends headcanon #league of legends smut #league of legends x you #league of legends x female reader #x female reader

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honeydazai · 2 years

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since i'm currently busy and still working on a new post, it's a great time to promote my fics!

— Pretty Savage, in which a fight against Scaramouche suddenly turns sexual. 18+, fem!reader, warning for violence and for Scaramouche being a sadistic jerk.

— Birthday Wish, in which Ranpo wants you to wear a maid dress for his birthday. 18+, fem!reader, praise kink, dominant Ranpo.

— Heavenly Principles, in which Fyodor fucks you in public after you let Nikolai choose your Halloween costume. 18+, fem!reader, Fyodor is a jerk and Nikolai watches you fuck, some humiliation

— Lovely, Lovely, in which Viktor feels insecure and you show him just how much you love him. 18+, fem!reader, body worship, pretty fluffy.

— Warm Wisps, in which Viktor forgets about Valentine's Day and makes it up to you through fucking you in a library. Little do you know, however, that you're not as alone as you had thought. 18+, fem!reader, semi public sex

— (almost) like a prayer, in which priest!Jayce fucks a succubus reader in a church and makes her atone for her sins. 18+, fem!reader, religious imagery, breeding, size difference

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thehistoriangirl · 1 year

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A Well-Deserved Celebration

First and foremost, I want to thank @therealtendercrisps for creating such sweet event! This fic is the Secret Santa gift for the amazing @zaunitearchives ❤ ❤ merry belated Christmas, and happy Viktor’s birthday and early New Year! 🎊 I hope you like it kfhjsjdhjf <3 I’m sorry cuz I went overboard and it endep up being very long

Viktor x AFAB!Reader-------8.9K (oopsie)-------NSFW/+18 only/MDNI

“Summary” (very much plotless fluff/smut): You and Viktor going on vacation to celebrate Christmas and his birthday :3

His fingers were massaging your scalp while brushing your hair, a custom he copied from you. The curtains drawn allowed the moonlight to filtrate through the windows and ripple against the wrinkly, white bed sheets you sat over, between Viktor's legs. The wind was howling outside, the edges of the glass tinted with mist from the warm ambiance inside.

You snuggled closer to his chest, pulling the covers higher until his shoulders were covered. "Are you sure you want to go on vacation?" You'd never imagined Viktor would be the one to propose taking a couple of weeks off during the winter holidays.

He stopped, putting the brush on the nightstand. "Well, now I have an important person I want to spend time with," Viktor commented nonchalantly as if his words wouldn't make your stomach flutter and cheeks hotter.

"Oh, you mean Jayce?" Viktor scrunched his nose, feigning an offended pout.

You wanted to laugh, but before you could react, you felt his fingers eagerly climbing up the hem of your shirt, hugging you with one simple push to get you closer, practically on top of his lap. Gasping, you turned your head to see him, to prove if he would dare to go further with you observing him. Viktor was grinning proudly, breath caressing your neck, and you could sense his pointy teeth getting closer.

His fingers dug at the skin of your hips, making you bite the inside of your cheek as you tilt your neck to the side, but he didn't approach it. Instead, he headed to nibble the edge of your jaw, teasing your neck with being too close and too far at the same time.

Your eyes became shut, sensing his soft lips brushing against your skin and his hands resting inside your pajamas, over your belly. Your hips squirmed at the sensation of his muttered voice sending cold air against your skin contrasted with the warm sensation of his tongue licking all those sensible spots.

“But first, I’ll have to stay a few extra hours to advance my workload before we go.” You blinked a couple of times, words still too unclear to be understood. Then you frowned, eyebrows knitted as you tried to push him away, though one of your hands was still clinging to his forearm.

“That’s not fair,” you said, feeling your lip quivering in a pout Viktor couldn’t see as he was making his way down your neck, toward your collarbone, keeping his lips light as his teeth were the ones making an impression, quite literally, of red blooms that in the morning would be shifting to pink and purple.

"Don't worry, love. I won't exhaust myself." He stopped when the fabric of your pajamas got in his way. Golden eyes searched for yours, as you nodded back. Your hips sensed the absence of one of his hands, rapidly finding it again once his fingers caressed the fabric to push it up and up again, cold air giving your skin goosebumps. "I have the impression I'm going to need all my energy for our travel."

*~*~*~*

Around a month later, you were watching snow painting the forest that extended like a white sea with uneven treetops that looked like icebergs up and down the hills. Viktor was half-lying between fluffy pillows, a mug of hot cocoa between his hands. The sky was metallic grey, no stars or moon could be seen between the storm clouds of the snowstorm sieging the little cabin.

It must be freezing outside, but not that you would know. The bed was a mess of wrinkly blankets, and Viktor’s sweater was cozy, brushing your skin with each movement while you rotate your body toward him, trying to lay your head over his chest.

The clock hung on the wall almost marked midnight. Almost Christmas. The coffee table you dragged inside the room was filled with dishes; a little pesto star bread that was already missing a point, a steaming pot of spinach-mushroom cream, and a chicken noodle soup—because Viktor fancied soups and sauces instead of dry meat. You also baked cookies that he helped decorate with different icings, from stars to pines, and even some snow and gingerbread people.

All that afternoon you were roaming in the kitchen, checking the boiling food in the stove, and soaking in the dishes while Viktor was sitting on a stool, leaning against the kitchen counter, brows pinched in concentration as he held the icing over every single cookie as if he were a doctor making a surgery—or perhaps Viktor was just replicating the same dedication he had when looking at some blueprint or building a prototype.

He took around two hours to finish icing around fifteen cookies, but you thought that it was worth it when Viktor called you to see the finishing result. Viktor was smiling widely as he raised the platter to show you the cookies. The first ones got shaky lines, but Viktor learned fast, and soon each cookie was filled with little details, the tree trunks were decorated with brown and black to emulate the wood veins, the scarfs around the snowmen were stripped in red and green, and the gingerbread men were neatly dressed in black pants and sweaters. Though two cookies were missing already.

As you were checking one cookie now, a pine tree with a golden star at its peak. The mattress dipped when Viktor sat next to you, brushing his shoulder against your arm as he leaned toward the table, lazily taking one plate to serve some cream of spinach.

You took the cookie and broke the trunk that had chocolate icing. Though you would never put it in your mouth because long fingers snatched it away before you could blink.

“Hey, that’s mine!” He ate it quickly, and you couldn’t even request to take it back.

“You shouldn’t eat dessert first, love.”

“You just did!” Viktor had filled a bowl with soup, so he handed it to you, raising a spoon filled with the creamy liquid toward your lips. Your hair tickled your forehead when you shook your head. “I don’t want it.”

“The faster you eat, the sooner you’ll be able to eat the cookies.” He took the spoon, moving it up and down to cool it down. “Come on, it’s tasty.”

You pouted, but you couldn't be mad—it wasn't the first time he stole bits of your food when you were distracted anyway—, so you leaned toward him, taking the spoonful of soup. It was scoldingly hot, but he was right, overall was tasty, the right mix of sweetness from the cream and saltiness of the potatoes. When you gulped it down, Viktor kissed your cheek, giving you a piece of pesto bread dipped in cream.

“Thank you,” you said, eating from his hand while filling a bowl with spinach cream, moving it to cool it before telling him: “Open your mouth.”

"Oh, and may I ask why for?" He arched a brow, a half-smile sneaking through a serious face Viktor couldn't fake, not when his eyes shone with amusement.

“I’m feeding you, don't be too cocky.” Viktor chuckled, complying. The spoon slid inside his mouth as he closed his eyes to taste it, humming. You observed him, with the yellowish light of the two lamps at each side of the bed, dark eyelashes caressing his high cheekbones, lips pursed together.

He peeked at you through them after he finished the spoonful of cream, eyes made of melted gold in a gaze so sweet you felt your stomach fluttering. “What is it, love?”

You set your bowl over the table, feet dangling against the fluffy carpet below, turning to cradle his face with your palms. He stood there, frozen, with eyes slightly widened. “You’re so beautiful I can’t believe you’re real.”

His gaze softened, lips stretching in a sheepish smile while pink covered the tips of his ears down his cheeks and the tip of his nose, the one you leaned to kiss, careful not to disturb the bowl in his hands.

“I, too, can’t believe you’re real,” he muttered, his breath moving your hair while snuggling you closer with one steady hand pressed against your waist. “Let’s eat, shall we? I have something for you when we’re done.”

You two ate half the bread in a single dinner, three-quarters’ pot of chicken soup was gone, and each one of you ate at least one and a half bowls of creamy spinach, but somehow, you still reached for the cookies. Your fingers froze while seeing two in particular.

Frowning, you said: “Is it you?” You took the cookie in your palm, observing the careful icing decorating the gingerbread man with fluffy chestnut hair and a leg black brace over brown pants, a white shirt on top with a little red tie to finish.

"Yes. I… eh, I made one of you, too." He took the plate and searched for the cookie, putting the rest aside over a napkin, and piling them carefully. "Here it is. Do you like it?"

“Yeah, they’re adorable! You didn’t have to, now I won’t be able to eat them.”

"That's alright, if you can eat me, you can eat this cookie." You almost choked on your half-eaten cookie. "Oh, my bad. That wasn't very appropriate, was it?"

“You can’t even pretend to be ashamed.”

“I’m not. Besides,” he took your face with one hand, eyes gazing over your lips. “I truly enjoy it.”

You could feel your cheeks hot, your heart beating so loud you were sure he could hear it. "Vikt—," your voice disappeared when he dipped his head, lips brushing yours in a quick peck.

Too quick, sadly. You gasped and he was already gone. Your free hand was already grasping his clothes in a shameless need to pull him closer.

"What we have here, hmm? Do you want me to do this, love?" But he didn't lean closer, instead taking the cookie out of your hand, pressing it against the cookie in his hand in a cookie kiss. You looked at him, but you couldn't even frown at his tease.

“Yes.”

He smiled proudly, and for a moment you wanted to smack him with the pillow. “How can I say no to you?”

Turning, you took him by the collar of his pajamas seconds after he left the cookies on the platter. Viktor chuckled before your lips could absorb the sound. His hands rested on your hips as he dragged you closer, almost on top of his body as he rested his head over the piled pillows.

The cold air covered your skin with goosebumps as Viktor lifted your shirt. You pushed him with a giggle, lips brushing with his to say: “We should start the gift exchange before doing more important business, don’t you think, dear?”

His eyes twinkled as he lay on the mattress. Viktor only muttered: "Alright," appreciatively, slowly rolling over to stand up, looking over the floor to look for his suitcase.

You helped him drag the heavy object nearer the bed's foot, stepping away while he searched its contents. Your gifts were neatly tucked at the bottom of your valise, next to the ones you were supposed to give him on his birthday—the important ones.

For a couple of minutes, all that could be heard in the room was the crinkle of papers and the friction of clothes tossed away.

The blankets were soft against your skin as you sat over the bed, your gifts tucked over your thighs. Viktor sat at the edge of the bed, his fingers tapping on his own box, expectantly.

You felt your chest tighten, rapid heartbeats echoing in your ears as you slid the box toward him. He did the same, both looking as flustered as you felt. The lamp let you see a deep pink tint in Viktor's face, from the tip of his ears to his neck. You knew that some strokes of pink would be down his chest if you'd lifted the long-sleeved shirt he wore.

Your Christmas gift was easy to guess, because, well, you didn’t hide their shapes below the envelope. They were rectangular and narrow, and when Viktor tapped them, it reverberated in muffled sounds usually found in the library, those of hard cardboard book covers.

The books were about mechanics and physics. They had arrived at the Academy a couple of months ago. You knew the titles from all those times you saw the tomes laying around the living room in the apartment you moved in together. To consult the books, Viktor had to transcribe the pages and avoid at all costs scribbling over the pages' margins, which took him much more time than it would need if he'd owned them.

So, there they were.

His eyes darted between you and the books, a toothy smile starting to appear on his lips as he appreciated them, the blush getting a dark shade of red.

"Ah, thank you, my love." He looked like an excited child fast-turning the pages of the books and encyclopedias, fingers pressed over each segment of text, graphics, and equations. After some minutes, Viktor put the books apart to reach your lips with a soft peck, his thumb rubbing circles on one of your cheeks. "It's your turn to open your gift."

It was a heavy box sealed with tape and with a red ribbon on top. As you opened it, Viktor sat against the headboard of the bed, face still red and fingers tapping nervously over the books’ covers.

Your fingers met cold metal and fine-blown glass carefully wrapped in paper. When you lifted the figure out of the box and into the air, you saw a little cherry blossom tree, with pink flowers, dark brown branches, and a trunk curved in an S shape. Over the rounded base, it had a golden button Viktor encouraged you to press with a tilt of his head.

Inside each flower’s stem was a minuscule light bulb that illuminated the cherry tree with golden-pinkish hues that reflected on the wall with the silhouettes of little stars.

“Do you…, do you like it?”

"You made it, didn't you?" You laughed, leaving the delicate lamp in a space over the nightstand, to curl yourself against him. "It's really beautiful, thank you so much..." Unexpectedly, your voice started to waver, and tears blurred your vision. "You shouldn't have—"

“Oh, no, no. Love, please don’t cry.” A loud thump over the nightstand echoed, the mattress dipping as Viktor rolled to your side, arms enveloping you as your ear pressed against his heart.

“It-it’s the most beautiful thing someone m-made for me—” you hipped, hands furiously trying to dry the stream of tears away. Viktor took them, replacing your fingers with his, much gentler.

He directed your face toward him, his gaze warming you from the outside out. Despite feeling awkward about your emotional outburst, his soft smile and twinkling eyes created a pool of warmth inside your chest.

“Well, that’s because you only deserve the most beautiful things,” Viktor said, kissing your forehead as his free hand tugged the blankets over you two, long fingers tapping out the light in the lamps on the nightstand. He put his leg over yours, tangling your limbs as you used to snuggle before falling asleep. “Merry Christmas, my love.”

You made a fist of fabric with his shirt as you tugged him closer. “Merry Christmas,” you said, meeting his lips briefly. “I love you, Viktor.”

He only hummed, beaming; his eyes were already heavy with slumber. But still, Viktor put you closer, his hand on the small of your lower back while your arm hugged his torso.

You were smiling, too.

*~*~*~*

Five days passed much faster than you’d anticipated. Snow was falling on Viktor's birthday, the sun barely peeking from between the heavy grey clouds. Viktor thought it was still around 6 or 7 AM when he opened his eyes.

What he found strange wasn’t the clock marking almost 10 AM, but instead the empty spot next to him.

The bedroom door was open, and through the crack, a sweet smell infiltrated the room, like vanilla and orange juice. A soft sizzle made him realize someone was cooking, and waves of warmth pooled inside the room against the misty windows from the chimney in the living room.

But the bed was almost too hot as if you were still snuggled up against his body. His hands patted at the heat centers near to him, to discover you had put some heating filled with hot water below the wall of pillows you aligned next to him, some of them wrapped in your sweater so he could smell you closer.

He wanted to look for you, but the thought of cold outside the pile of blankets made him falter. Instead, he just wriggled to sit against the headboard, piling pillows for him to keep him steady. It took him just a moment but was enough for you to peek at the entrance.

“Good morning, sleepyhead.” You headed inside with a platter between your arms, balancing two bowls with neatly cut fruit and a little portion of boiled oatmeal still steaming, filling the air with its vanilla essence, and two glasses of orange juice.

Viktor frowned slightly when you left the trail over the coffee table to sit at the edge of the mattress, next to him, and then dipped back toward the kitchen. “I would’ve helped you with breakfast if you’d woken me up.”

You came back a couple of minutes later, and in your hands were two bowls of zelňačka soup leftovers Viktor taught you to cook yesterday.

He opened the covers for you to slide in. You stood there, taking your shoes off, and he quickly took one of your hands to push you toward him. When you leaned to give him a peck in exchange to let you go, he felt your cold nose against his and frowned. Though you were wearing one of his sweaters and some long, fluffy socks, your skin was chilly.

“Come here, or you’ll catch a cold.” Viktor wasn’t asking, so he tangled his hands around your waist to drag you down.

Finally, you slid inside the blankets, bumping your shoulders so he could slide enough to not have you dandling at the edge of the mattress.

He helped you carry the platter between his left leg and your lap. “And? Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“Because you don’t usually get too much sleep, and I wanted you to rest today. Besides—” The bowl of soup was warm against the cold tips of your fingers when you took it off the platter and gave it to him, moving the spoon in circles to cool it down. “You look so handsome when asleep, I couldn’t gather the courage to wake you up.”

"I see. I'm only attractive when I'm sleeping. And if I don't have much sleep, that means—" Your laugh cut his words, but he wasn't mad. His fingers brushed yours when he cupped the bowl in his hands, leaning to kiss you on the forehead. "It's certainly a witty strategy to lure me to sleep, isn't it?"

“Is it working?”

“Perhaps. I may want to take a nap after breakfast, but only if I have company. I can’t sleep when I’m alone.”

You turned to look at him, but Viktor pretended to have his sight rooted inside the bowl. "Oh, my, look at my poor love. I won't sneak out of bed again, alright?"

He nodded, looking very proud of his achievement.

After that, you both ate in silence, the only noises were the clanking of the spoons against the bowl while cutting the potatoes, sausages, and cabbages from the zelňačka. When the soup was finished, you gave him the oatmeal. It was still hot, with some cinnamon powder scattered at the top, slices of blueberries, strawberries, and some bananas serving as the topping.

Viktor thought breakfast was done, but then you snuck up a little pastry over the platter, a slice of mocha-pounded bread with a little unlit candle on top. He felt his cheeks hot, heart pounding fast.

“Love…"

“Happy birthday, Viktor,” you said, smiling widely though your voice was wavy. “I, uh, I forget the lighter in the kitchen, but I can go for it now—”

He hugged you next to him. “It’s alright, I’ll imagine it’s lit.” Viktor blew over the candle, chuckling. “See?”

“But your wish wouldn’t come true if the candle isn’t lit.” His hold of you tightened, and he tilted his head to snuggle his nose against your hair.

“I don’t need to wish for anything, you’re already here.”

You giggled, cheeks burning hot, and you considered if he would purposefully say things like that to make you flustered. For his intense gaze searching from your eyes to your lips, he did. You cupped his cheek with your free hand, and he leaned into it, and closed his eyes when you told him: "I love you, Viktor."

Viktor leaned, half-turning his body toward you. Heavy eyelids that caressed your cheeks with his dark lashes when you closed the distance to kiss him. Your hands were interlaced, keeping the warmth inside the grip still tucked under the blankets. Viktor’s thumb rubbed circles on the inverse of your palm, and you knew the goosebumps starting to appear in your arms weren’t because the room was cold.

It wasn't anymore, quite the contrary. And it was a mystery if the cause was the hearth burning fiercely in the living room or your bodies starting to defy the chill with candid touches and kindled gazes.

You pushed the platter away, back to its place on the coffee table, breathing heavily as Viktor snuck his way down your neck. Pointy, avid teeth nibbled the skin where his pasts attentions were disappearing, marking his favorite spots again.

“You’re too far away, my love. Please come closer.” He had his arms around your waist until you were almost toppling him over, legs straddled over his lap, your hands tangled between his hair as he clashed his lips against yours, drowning any moan forming in your mouth.

You loved his kisses. They were always hungry and desperate as if he'd been starving from your touch and love. As if he'd never had the chance to have you in his arms again. He could be gentle and slow with his hands, but his kisses always gave away his inner desires, just like now one of his hands pressed your lower back so you could sit firmly on his lap, with the other grasping your right hip to keep you in place.

As your body was already accustomed to his, your hips began to swiftly grind against him while feeling him growing inside his underwear. You wouldn’t have noticed if it weren’t for Viktor’s grunts and his hands that went adrift under your sweater—his sweater technically—, already pulling down your underwear.

You tugged his hair away to breathe, hugging his shoulders to keep your balance while raising one of your legs so your panties could slide off to one of your ankles. You felt his lips peppering your shoulders with kisses before you could straddle him again, this time adding the so-much-expected friction of his underwear against your bare pussy.

He could sense you quickly dampening the fabric of his cloth, fingers caressing the sensitive skin in your inner thighs. You reached for his cock, already hard, scratching its length with your nails. Viktor bit your bottom lip as you started to stroke him.

His tip was already wet with precum when you touched it, fabric put aside, your lips forming a smile while kissing the top of his head. You paced your hand in a slow, teasing rhythm, gently separating your body from his embrace.

Viktor looked at you with heavy lids. “Where are you going, hmm?”

You looked back at him, heart pounding madly in your chest. "You know where I'm going."

He blinked, letting his embrace grow loose as you got on your elbows. You kissed his tip, any sign of a response dying in his mouth when a grunt replaced it. His familiar taste overwhelmed your tongue, arousing you even more.

You felt your cunt dripping wet, Viktor pulling the covers away so you could move freely, laying on one side so his fingers could have extensive access to your folds while a complete view of you taking him in your mouth.

First, you licked the pinky-reddish head that twitched in response, his breathing becoming uneven while one of his hands gripped your hair.

“Oh, love. You’re very mischievous.” You played with your tongue, rolling it around his shaft and down his balls before steadying yourself. A look at Viktor’s intense gaze told you that he wanted to be deep inside your throat, just as how you much wanted him to be there. “You love to take me like this, don't you?”

From your side view, you observed his legs tensing with every inch of him that went inside your mouth. His other hand rested in the curve between your jaw and your neck, long fingers feeling the outline of his cock sliding inside your throat. The other hand quickly grabbed away any rebel locks that could block his keen gaze.

Even if he was still a little shy about asking you to please him with your mouth, you'd discovered that he enjoyed it. On days when he was too tired or his body hurt too much to even let you ride him, this was the most obvious form to please each other.

Today was his birthday, so you were going to do everything in your hands to please him.

Your mouth started with slow movements from your tongue, each time moving his shaft deeper into your throat. Tears blurred your vision, but you knew you were doing it just fine when you felt Viktor’s grasp tightened, his right hand directing the pace of your tilted head now that you were taking him all the way.

He growled, head resting back against the pillows. "You take me so well, I love you so much for that, my little slut." You hummed and gagged—because you couldn't enounce another sound.

One of his hands began to play with your clit, while the other brushed away your tears with a shaky laugh. “I promise I’ll make you up for this.”

He thrust harder, using his hand to guide your head into the required pace. Your hands were unsure where to go, changing between massaging his balls and traveling down his legs and stomach, sometimes leaving marks on your nails for when he was being especially rough.

Like now, with the tip of your nose brushing the hair in his navel, your tongue caressing the base of his balls. Your nails pierced his thighs, and you felt him tensing, his pace becoming uneven while his breath got out in shallow pants. His fingers dug in and out of your stopped hand surrounding your throat.

“I’m—I’m going to—” You could barely understand what he was saying with gritted teeth, accent thick between grunts.

You felt your face vibrating in a happy hum feeling him all hard and ready, his cock getting out your mouth until only the tip was inside, lips around it. The vibration started his undoing, fingers grabbing your hair almost violently to put himself deeper as he jerked erratically inside your mouth, some hairs down his navel’s trail brushing your nose with the movement.

The taste of his seed enveloped your tongue, as it did the coughing sensation of the liquid striking your throat, some of it escaping your lips. Viktor collected it with his thumb, shoving them inside your mouth when he slid off it. You bit his thumb playfully.

Viktor retrieved his discarded shirt to clean off your mouth and chin filled with saliva.

"Now's your turn, love." You were starting to see again, delighting over the sultry view of his face, neck, and chest completely blushed in deep red; beads of sweat sticking locks of hair over his forehead, eyes still burning with lust.

You sat between his legs, the soft covers getting sticky with your arousal, your entrance some inches away from him. For his frown, you were too far.

“I think,” you said, mind foggy. “I think—I would like to wait until the night.” Even if your core was pulsing with the thought of having him deep inside. “I want to prepare something special for you, and—and I don’t think I’ll have enough time if we continue.”

Viktor cupped your right cheek, brushing your lips open with his thumb. His finger still had some faded taste of him when you licked it. “If you let me, I’ll help you prepare what you have in mind.”

“But it’s your birthday—” you started, and he shushed you with a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“I know, and I appreciate you wanting me to enjoy it. But it doesn’t sit right with me for you to do everything. Alright?”

You nodded, a slight pout popping your bottom lip. Viktor leaned against you, enveloping one hand in your back to drag you closer as he kissed you, teeth biting your pout away. “I’m sorry, that adorable face isn’t not going to convince me.”

You giggled, the sounds muffled by his eager mouth.

“That’s not fair. Why can you trick me, but I can’t?”

He brushed your noses together. “You can trick me; I just hide the fact better.” Viktor then advanced and gave you another kiss on the forehead. “Let’s draw a bath, yes?”

“Together? Sounds like a trap.”

Viktor smiled in a smug gesture, thumb lazily circling your clit. “It is if you want it to be.”

*~*~*~*

Lunch and dinner got delayed for a couple of hours, which resulted in having lunch until 6 PM. The sun was already hiding down the hills on the horizon, freezing air moving the tree branches outside. Viktor concealed as much as he could the numb pain installed in his joints because of the cold, but you could guess it well enough.

“Why did you want to come here for vacation? The cold doesn’t bother you?” you said, putting some hot compensators wrapped in some towels under his legs and one on his back.

He was sitting on the couch next to you, a sea of covers got you two bundled up. The cabin was filled with misty windows from the stove boiling food and the roaring hearth you were sitting across from.

“Because you told me when we started dating, that you’d never seen snow before.” His growing blush wasn’t linked with the flames of the hearth. “I, eh, I wanted to be the one to show it to you.”

Your fingers were cold when you interlaced them with his, but he didn’t mind. Instead, Viktor carried them to his mouth, where he kissed the knuckles with reverence, eyes closed.

You’d just finished another round of some board games you found in one of the cabinets next to the chimney, discovering that Viktor was better at Scrabble; though it could also be because he used to peek at your chips when you were distracted when a hand skidded from your hips to your inner thighs. But you were better in domino, despite the distractions.

Viktor was explaining how to play chess when you checked the clock and discovered that the new mocha bread you were baking was supposed to be out of the oven around fifteen minutes ago.

You jumped barefoot toward the kitchen. Smoke was starting to form inside the oven, so you put on your gloves and get the bread out. It was a little burned in the outer crust and down the base, but it was salvageable.

You were trying to get the bread out of the mold when you heard Viktor’s thumbs of his cane arrive at the kitchen, your shoes in one of his hands.

“Thank you,” you said, leaning against the counter to put them on.

He went to the cupboards to get a pair of bowls for another classic chicken noodle soup that awaited on the stove. A very basic pizza casserole next to it, with the remnants of the food you purchased a week before making Christmas dinner.

Viktor served the food as you prepared the breakfast bar with silverware, and steaming cups of hot cocoa alongside next an amorph mocha bread with an unlit candle at the center.

Dinner went smoothly, the clock ticking away midnight as you finished your soup. But none of you were tired. Nervousness and expectation ran through your veins like ecstasy, and it got every fiber in your body not side-look toward the Christmas tree where Viktor’s gifts were half-hidden between the rug and its decorated base.

You put the bread in front of him when he was done with the main courses, lighting the candle. Your voice was wavy and out-of-tune when you sang him the happy birthday song, but for the way Viktor was looking at you, you’d thought you were singing an overcomplicated opera.

The flames of the candle danced in his elegant features, focusing on his teary eyes before he blew it softly.

“Happy birthday, my love,” you sang at the end, your throat getting sore from an unexpected knot. “Please don’t cry. I love you.”

You stood up to sit on his lap, hugging him to hide the little stream of tears that were sneaking down your cheeks. His hands were grasping fists in your clothes, his nose buried in your hair.

“I truly don’t deserve you.”

You were playing with his hair when one of your hands hit him lightly over his heart. "That's not true! If you say that again, I'll get mad." You kissed his jaw, hearing him sigh. "I think the same about you all the time."

“But that’s not true, you deserve the best.”

“Exactly. I deserve you. And you deserve me. You’re the best for me. Do you believe me?”

Your cheek was against his heart, and you heard it beating faster, but steadily.

"I do." You tilted your head backward to kiss him, just a peck.

Your legs were starting to cramp when you got up, extending your hand to him. “Come with me, I have something for you.”

You guide him toward the Christmas tree, where you started to lay the blankets and pillows on the couch to create a nest over the rug, next to the hearth. You knelt and helped him to sit on the floor, shoulders bumping together. Viktor put his cane aside, resting against the couch. Your hands found the two enveloped gifts hidden in the changing shadows of the fire, paper cracking when you got them on his lap.

He looked at you, with wide eyes, and blushing cheeks. "Are they… for me?"

“Yeah! You can open them if you want.”

Viktor was careful not to tear the wrapping paper, slowly peeling off the adhesive tape until one of the sides of the wrapping was open so he could slide its content out.

The first one was a framed drawing of him. He was leaning over his desk, working with a new blueprint. It could have been done from the multiple times you visited the lab to make him company before going home together. It wasn’t colored, but the traces were impeccable and delicate, and he felt tears prickling because he could see the love in the forms. Your love for him.

“Love, this is… this is marvelous. No, wait, I—I don’t even think there’s a word—” You giggled, nervous.

"More often than not, you're unsure about how other people look at you, but I wanted to try and put on paper how I look at you.” Your fingers were fidgeting with your sweater. “I’m happy you liked it. But that’s not all! Look, open the other one.”

“You shouldn’t have, with this one is more than enough—” But while he was touching the paper, he felt something soft inside, like clothes. “What is it?” Viktor muttered, opening the gift.

It was little, pink, and oddly familiar. You were removed from your seat. "I… I saw it in a market, and I thought you'd like it…"

A waverider plushie lay in his lap, light and dark pink, just like his childhood friend, Rio. "Oh, love…" he sighed shakily.

“You don’t like it? I’m sorry—” Your apology died, absorbed by his sweater when he hugged you, the plushie still in his lap. You rested your chin over one of his shoulders, feeling your face tickled by his hair when he moved to snuggle closer.

"You remember it," he muttered next to your ear, and you couldn't smile.

“Of course I do. I remember everything you tell me.”

He took a distance to examine the plushie as if it were a mysterious gear of a machine he didn’t quite have in mind to create. Its eyes were brown buttons, tail deep pink just as its appendix near the head and over its spine.

Viktor moved his gaze from the plushie to you, comfortably sitting next to him, taking the wrapping paper to fold it carefully. It was an intrusive, inconsequential thought, but he liked it.

He liked to imagine a little baby tucked in a crib, with this very same plushie next to them.

Your chuckle returned to reality. You were leaning into him, putting aside locks of his hair that were covering his eyes. “What have you thought so deeply about?”

“I think I know what I want for my birthday next year,” he commented, shifting his position so he could be in front of you, putting one pillow behind you.

You blinked for a moment, confused, with a quick beam following. “Oh yeah? What is it?”

Viktor pushed you gently against the pillows and blankets, and you tangled your arms around his shoulders to stop the fall, laughing. His face was inches away from yours, breath fanning over the rebel hairs around your brow.

“A baby of my own, if you’ll be so kind as to give it to me.” He peppered your face and neck with kisses as he slowly settled you against the little nest of blankets and pillows.

You let him go when your head hit the pillow. Feeling your cheeks growing hotter, you raised your hips to help him take off your underwear, keeping your legs open and hovering in the air. “Oh. In that case, you’ll have to earn the right.”

Your hands were trying to roll off his sweater, when Viktor took a distance, sitting over a cushion, the couch used as a backrest.

“Fair enough.” He began to pile up some pillows in front of him, in the middle of his open legs.

“If it hurts, then I can be on top, or you can take me from behind." You were about to propel yourself up with your elbows, but Viktor pushed you down once again. Still sitting, Viktor took one of your legs, hand wrapped around your ankle as he dragged your body to turn it so he could have a broad, complete view of your little, naked cunt.

“That won’t do, I want to see you.”

You were already sticky and wet when your back rested over the piled pillows, hips higher as your back arched down. Viktor took one of your legs, heel resting over the couch’s seat. He blew cold air over your molten, boiling core and chuckled when you moaned back. Your skin started to be covered with goosebumps, his name enounced in half a plea and half a demand.

You'd repeated his name if it weren't for the gaze he dedicated to your body, belly bare as the oversized sweater ran down to let him peek at your breasts. His eyes seemed to synchronize with the flames of the hearth as the amber in them crackled and burned, darker. After what felt like a frozen eternity, his gaze lazily climbed to your face, where he smiled almost unnoticeable, a slight curve toward the right.

You bit your lip, and his gaze settled down, finally carrying your other leg lower, your heel resting in the curve of his left shoulder, where you could sense the soft leather of his back brace.

He passed a finger through your folds, humming happily when you squirmed, back arching even more.

“My love, you’re always so eager.” His fingers easily came in and out of you, and quickly, he found a rhythm that enveloped the room between the frizzling sounds of the burning logs against the hearth, and the lewd, wet sounds of his fingers pleasing you.

Viktor adored watching you wriggling, hips buckling against his fingers with such necessity. Lust knotted, tugged heavy at his stomach, and down further. He’d never thought something so simple could make you enjoy it so much.

You clenched around his fingers, but you were so wet you didn't notice at first. Your whimpers grew in between your pants. He re-accommodated, so his hand wouldn't get cramped, and resumed the pace, this time much quicker, his other hand hovering near your swollen clit in light circles.

Your throat would be sore tomorrow, with all the squeals getting out of it now that nobody could hear you, half of them being his name and the other bunch divided into praises and commands to do it faster, deeper. He felt both aroused and proud, a smile expanding on his lips as you locked your hips, thighs tense as you screamed, your walls collapsing and expanding between his fingers in rapid pulses, your arousal covering his hand and pooling down toward your ass.

His cock twitched inside his pants, wanting to be buried deep inside you. You were trying to roll out your position, but Viktor stopped you, fingers grabbing your ankles to open you even more as his head dipped between your legs.

The last waves of your orgasm were still running through your pussy, shiny arousal escaping your folds. He took all of what he could with his mouth, tongue licking carefully as you jumped with the unexpected kiss.

His tongue became cheeky, cleaning your arousal from between your folds, hands cupping your butt to keep you open up. But you kept getting wet, and he continued licking, moaning, and grunting against your pussy.

“Vik—ktor—wai—" your words got interrupted when a scream formed deep within your chest. Viktor was licking your already sensible cunt with renewed effort, nose brushing your clit with each tilt of his head.

You came fast, and it hurt, a strange kind of bliss that felt like a burning pain running through your sensible muscles, straining your already tense legs. His hands ran from your ass to your thighs when you started to choke him, fingers digging at the skin in your inner thighs, knowing full well they would get bruised.

Viktor has never minded that, and as proof, while you cum, he dedicated his time to mark them with his teeth and then showered the marks with kisses, his breath fanning over your pulsing core, eyes fixated on it too.

Just as you stopped pulsing, he put a kiss on your clit, brushing it with his nose in a rhythm that made you writhe, trying to get up into your elbows.

“Wait! Viktor… please! It—I’m too sensible.”

He blew at your entrance again, the cold air meeting your hot core now dripping from your arousal and his saliva. You shivered. “That’s good, isn’t it, love? I’m doing it just right.”

You whimpered in response, and Viktor chuckled. “Does that mean I can try to have my baby now?” He saw your pussy tensing with his words, cupping your ass as he helped you to lower your legs. A moan escaped your mouth. “I’ll take that as a confirmation, my love.”

You sat, disheveled hair that couldn��t hide the lust in your eyes. Viktor took the hem of your sweater and pulled it over your head, discharging the wool and cotton fabric over the couch. You were finally naked, and his view seemed to drink for each inch of your body, feeling a warmth each time his gaze lingered at your legs, stomach, breasts, shoulders, and face.

“You’re so enticing, I wish I could draw you like this so you could see what you make me feel,” he said against your ear, lying on the side, next to you.

Your smile was mischievous, fingers running from his chest to the hem of his underwear, patting his hard shaft. “I think I have an idea about it.” Supporting your weight with your elbows, you reached for him, wanting his lips against yours, his tongue exploring his mouth and leaving a taste of your own essence.

Your hands were fiercely pulling his clothes out, pulling when it got stuck in his back brace, fumbling with anger when his zipper got stuck and you yanked so strongly it broke.

Viktor laughed against your lips. “It seems you owe me a pair of pants, love.”

You grunted back, biting his bottom lip.

Without breaking the kiss, you helped him to pull down his underwear, stroking his cock with a familiar rhythm, nails sometimes scratching at its base and down his balls. Viktor bit his way down to your breasts, stealing shaking breaths from your lips.

You were both panting, needy of air as much as you were for each other. Viktor brushed your noses together.

“May I?” he asked, voice rough and accent thick. You rolled, positioning him on top of you. Your new position was a few inches away from the enclosed hearth, flames licking your skin, crackles of the burned wood soothing your ears.

You could see beads of sweat falling from Viktor’s temples, sticking his hair to his forehead and down his neck.

Your heels dug against the blankets when you opened your legs from him. “Please.”

He straddled you, a little pillow at each side of your thighs where he rested his knees. You rose your hips to meet him midway, desperation and need growing in your taut stomach. Now that you were familiar with his size, Viktor could bury himself all the way inside you in one thrust.

Your nails scratched both his back brace and his skin when you put him in a possessive hug full of wanting him to get deeper, pumping in that sweet spot that made you grow breathless. You knew your fingers would get scraped with all the force you were putting, brushing over his notches and metallic rods, but it didn't matter.

All that mattered was having him thrusting deep inside of you, to feel his eager mouth roaming your shoulders and breasts as he looked at you as if you were the most stunning creature in the universe.

For him, you were so much more.

His mouth was playing with one of your hard nipples, the little peak coming in and out and around his tongue, eyes locking into yours from beneath his dark lashes. You saw his arms shaking from all the weight he was putting on them, but he didn’t let you speak to offer him relief.

Viktor changed his attention to the other nipple, leaving the other sore and hard. “How is it possible for you to be this perfect?”

You were too lost in your pleasure to say something more than: “Viktor.”

"You're doing it perfectly, my love," he said, liberating your nipple and watching it bounce before catching it again. "I love how you're always ready for me."

Viktor let his body fall against yours, caging your hips so he could resume the pace much faster. You arched your back and raised your legs, to both give him more access to your breasts and to feel him filling you completely.

He felt it too, hips buckling desperately against your stomach. Your hands navigated from his back to his hair, pulling him closer.

“We’re going to have a beautiful baby, right, my love?” His pace became uneven, weight pulled down against you as he grunted, biting one of your nipples as he felt you clenching around his cock. “As my belated birthday gift.”

“Yes! Yes, please!” You screamed, hands tangled around his shoulders.

He finished first, hips caught against yours as he filled you still being deep inside your cunt. You felt his warm seed traveling down your walls, spilling outside down his base and your ass. Viktor had his head buried in your chest, his hair tickling the flushed skin. He was grunting and whimpering and biting the skin of your breasts as he pumped his seed with each twitch of his cock.

You soothed him, brushing his hair and rubbing circles in his back.

The high of his orgasm rode off. However, he noticed you haven’t cum yet, so he didn’t slide off you. Instead, he rolled so your body was on top, straddling him.

"Let me please you, love. Take your pleasure from me." His eyes were shiny and bright, lips swollen for your kisses.

You rode him, hands over his shoulders while your gaze scanned his complete body, now sweaty and filled with scratching and biting marks. The pace was quick and wet, and you could see his cum pooling on his navel as you slid up and down his shaft. Viktor was still hard, hips thrusting against yours by pure instinct even if he hissed when you quickened the pace.

His hands enveloped your lower back, the other caressing your cheek lovingly. Viktor was still playing with your tits, taut peaks expecting his sweet licks once again.

You wouldn’t hold on much longer, finally collapsing on his lap as you finished, with him still deep buried inside you, screaming at your pussy clasping him as tight as you were hugging him.

“Viktor,” you cried against his ear, head buried in the curve of his neck.

“I love you,” he answered back, shushing you as the last ripples of your orgasm left you exhausted and numb.

You didn’t recollect when he laid you against the blankets, a pillow down your head. You whined as you felt him slide out of you.

"I'll come back." Viktor stood up. The changing light of the flames let you admire your work from early in the morning and now; pink and red traces of scratches covering his stomach and down his navel; some lovebites marked in purple and red on his neck, shoulders, and even scattered over his chest. As he turned his back at you, you saw more scratches where the back brace didn't cover.

You were napping when Viktor came back minutes later. Brushing your sensitive skin with one wet towel. You moaned at feeling the slow circles he was drawing in your skin, passing the dry one to finish.

A little towel was dedicated to cleaning the mess he left between your legs. Your hips wriggled at feeling the rough texture down your folds, teasing rubs in your clit. He kissed your brow from time to time.

"You did so well today, my love. Thank you." Your eyelids were heavy, but between blinks, you could see his satisfied smile.

Viktor cleaned your entire body, first with the damp towel, and then drying the skin that was covered in goosebumps—not for the cold, but for his touch—; stopping occasionally to steal a bite from your stomach, or your shoulder, or the skin of your inner thighs.

You recovered enough strength to sit and help him clean himself and remove his back brace. You rubbed him with the wet towel while Viktor dried himself. Though it took more than expected because you liked to play with his cock which was getting hard again.

Viktor followed your example, snuggling against your body to kiss you and touching your already-cleaned pussy—which was starting to become wet once more.

It was around 4 AM when you were settling in your improvised bed, the hearth burning brightly as Viktor collocated new logs near the fire. He slid to bed shortly after, and you hugged him, one of your legs between his legs so his right could rest over your hip.

He hugged you back, kissing your brow lightly. “Thank you for today, my love. It was the best birthday I’ve ever had.” He tilted his head to meet your lips. “I promise I’ll make up to you. I’m already planning what I can do for your birthday.”

You chuckled, a sleepy smile playing on your lips that made his heart melt. "I'm glad you liked it, love. You deserve it."

It could have been the reddish flames of the renewed fire, but you saw Viktor’s cheeks tinting a deep red.

“Could, eh, could we do this next year, too?”

You snuggled your cheek over his chest, heart beating strongly, perhaps a little faster than usual. You loved that sound.

“Of course. As long as you want to.”

A pause. His hands enveloped your waist and pressed you closer.

“Would you still be here next year, with me?” You could have imagined that. It was muttered too low to recognize the familiar rumble in his chest when he talked.

"I promise," you said, and his grasp tightened. "I love you, Viktor. My love isn't going to go anywhere. Just with you."

He sighed, shoulders relaxed while his breath became more profound, but his embrace remained firm and secure.

“Just like my love for you,” he whispered back, and then both fell asleep.

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Precious Possession

Yandere!Viktor x f!Reader | NSFW +18 | wc: 2.4k | Viktor wasn't one to share what he feared losing, especially when it came to you, so he decided to take matters into his own hands when an unfortunate guy lays his eyes on you.

Warnings: Out-of-character-and-possessive!Viktor, hickeys, oral, fingering, scratching.

Requested by a lovely anon <3

A/N: I didn’t write the usual Yandere archetype since I felt it wouldn’t suit Viktor, so I made it a bit more implicit and calculated. Enjoy <3

Evolving is a fundamental part that ties everything around us: a tiny leaf on fire could easily transform into a forest fire if it's not taken care of before it burns its surroundings.

You didn't notice when Viktor's fire ignited in the first place: he managed to hide it so well you couldn't see the forest fire it turned into, not even when it consumed something more than trees.

No one could, and he would make sure no one would.

When Viktor first saw you, he thought you gorgeous, ethereal to say the least, but wasn't hooked to you until your mouth opened to participate in Heimerdingers's classes: you were intelligent, and every word you pronounced was so eloquent and assertive everyone in the room, including him, was gladly impressed by what you had to say.

His first thought was that maybe, just maybe, you two could share a similar view on what you wanted to achieve with your future projects.

He lightly shook his head and avoided that thought, considering he perhaps wouldn't even have the opportunity to talk to you, so better not to idealize the future. After all, he already felt the piercing disgust glances the other students gave him because of his disability and for coming from the Undercity.

The possibility of you making a similar remark if he approached was something he'd rather avoid.

Luckily for him, you made the first move and approached him between classes. He was sitting under a tree in the gardens, reading a book and taking mental notes on what could be important for future lectures.

"What are you reading?" You questioned him friendly, a subtle welcoming smile peeking through your lips.

You were also intrigued by him: his undeniable elegant looks mixed with conviction and persistence were rare to find. It was not a secret he was Zaunite, but that only meant he got to work harder than anyone from Piltover to get into The Academy, even more, to earn a scholarship, something you found worth admiring.

He didn't expect you to talk to him first, but he appreciated the gesture since he did want to make friends, something he wasn't able to in his time in the Undercity.

He answered your question and invited you to sit down next to him. You talked for hours, from academic stuff to personal ambitions. A warmth began to blossom inside Viktor's chest as he saw how attentively you were listening to what he had to say.

No judgment, no complaints or mistreatments like he used to receive.

You didn't know it then, and wouldn't have the chance to, but that spark of attention you gave him slowly became addictive for him, finally achieving something he craved for so long. Your warmth, your laugh, your eyes laid on his; what could seem insignificant for others turned into something necessary for him, almost mandatory, making his golden eyes glow brighter when he was around you.

But such a divine gem didn't remain unnoticed by others' eyes. Glances were thrown at you when you walked in the hallways or even discreetly in class, some wholesome and tender, others a bit hungry for a taste.

You weren't aware of them, just wondered the reason most people were so kind and attentive towards you. Viktor was conscious, more than he should have been for his own good. He noticed every stare, every comment made about you.

He hated it, all of it, but the tension in the smile he gave you was always well hidden.

He made subtle comments about how you always seemed to catch the crowd's eye, but you always replied none of those stares was meaningful to you.

"What about mine?" he asked you once, golden eyes shining in intrigue.

He saw you let out a sighed smile before your touch reached his cheeks and his grip let go of his cane. You kissed him, all strength leaving his body as his lips melted on yours.

The fire grounded down, but its flames became harder for Viktor to endure.

The tragedy's catalyzer came in the shape of a guy you became friends with, and the crush he developed on you hit Viktor harder than any other comment or stare.

For the first time, he felt threatened to lose you.

You didn't follow his flirting attempts: you weren't interested in him and brushed him off constantly. Yet Viktor's desire to get rid of him grew mercilessly big as time passed: he'd never despised someone so viscerally before. How dare he get close to what's rightfully his? His teeth clenched and knuckles often turned white from the serried grip on his cane whenever he saw him talking to you.

Regardless, he never let you get any glimpse of them. He wanted him gone but had to play his cards with care. Eyes were already on him for being from the Undercity; one wrong move and not only would he lose you, but his chance to achieve his dream.

It was okay, he could wait. And so he did as the fire scattered the grass underneath his feet, getting closer and closer to the trees where his target unknowingly hid.

Luckily, the opportunity struck at the right time. He met Jayce, and after the mess they both caused, you three started working on Hextech together: with Mel Medarda as their main patron, alongside the Kiramman family and some funding from other members of the Council; Viktor reached a considerable amount of power in comparison to his position as Heimerdinger's assistant, and the good thing about it is that his face was not the one in the spotlight, so both respect and hidden power were now things he had.

It all began after you finished creating the Hexgates, leaving the projects of the Atla's Gauntlets and the Hexclaw available to make.

Viktor and you focused on the Hexclaw: your equations were precise, and Viktor was quite handy at putting the mechanism together.

However, you were requested to begin an investigation on your own, which took away any possible time you could spend working with Viktor.

Although it made him mad, he considered it an opportunity.

He played his first card.

"Are you sure you want to ask him for help?" you questioned, hugging a pile of documents you were moving to your new lab.

Viktor's cane clanked on the floor with every step he took, precise, a bit impatient. "I thought you said he was quite smart," he teased.

"And I wasn't lying, but he's applying for an internship in Demacia." Your steps stop, facing him worried. "Do you think he can handle the Hexclaw when his mind is elsewhere?"

His hand flew to your chin, pulling you close enough to leave a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"Maybe I could teach him how to work under pressure."

His voice came out calm, a bit sweeter than you were used to hearing from him. His fingers curled into your hair as your head hid in the crook of his neck, relaxing to his fiery woody scent.

That devilish shadow his eyes transformed into went by unnoticed.

When he asked your unsuccessful suitor to work alongside him, the boy couldn't be happier, over the moon enough to turn a blind eye to the uneasy feeling growing in his gut whenever Viktor glanced at him. He told himself it was nothing but nervousness and the stress the future internship provided.

They both worked hard to finish the Hexclaw soon and efficiently, resulting in a long month where Viktor dealt with the unrequited feelings the boy had for you. Not a day passed by without his golden eyes staring at one of the hammers they worked with for longer than he should, contemplating the option of throwing it right to his face if he dared speak another word. The thought left his mind every time, remembering a good plan required to be followed by the book.

As the days went by, Viktor persuaded his new assistant to stay in Demacia after his internship, so he better start notifying his loved ones he won't be returning soon to Piltover.

It wasn't crazy advice given how isolationist Demacia was known to be. His words were calculated and precise, sugarcoated enough to dress up as genuine advice for the naive guy, making him follow the destructive suggestion thoroughly.

The day came when the Hexclaw was set and finished, making both men look satisfied and impressed with the hard work they put into it. It was past midnight by then, leaving the moon as the only witness of the successful tragedy that awaited.

Our little fool packed his things quickly, aware the ship, supposed to take him to another nation, would set sail soon.

"Care to stay a little longer?" Viktor's voice came from behind him, dark enough to give him the chills. "We still have one thing left unsolved."

"And what would that be?" He finished packing, grabbing his bag as he turned to face Viktor.

He didn't expect to see him wearing the Hexclaw's glove, freezing in his place when he realized his hand pointed directly at him.

Just like the Hexclaw behind him.

The unkind smirk on Viktor's lips sent the poor boy a warning signal, bag falling to the floor, as stiff as him before his executioner.

He didn't quite grasp if the slight purple shimmer in Viktor's eyes was caused by the lack of light in the lab or by something else.

"The lethality proof, of course." Viktor laughed.

The boy didn't have enough time to scream.

Your body turned when the sound of the bedroom door slamming behind you echoed through the walls, being greeted soon after by Viktor's lips smashing yours furiously. Such impulsiveness in intimacy was rare to find whit him, but you didn't mind it, nor the faint irony scent that seemed to adorn his hands.

You kissed back, gradually getting used to the hunger his kiss made you experiment. Your legs met the edge of your bed, leaving you no time to react before Viktor pinned you down against the mattress, impatient fingers almost ripping the clothes off your skin.

Your hands held his cheeks once he managed to have you entirely exposed, admiring the unfamiliar glow in his eyes. "Are we celebrating something?" you asked, gasping for the air he stole.

He smirked, tracing his fingers down your neck as his lips kindly brushed your ear.

"I made a great discovery."

You would have asked something else if your mind hadn't left your body as soon as his lips met the soft skin of your neck, devouring and licking the path down your collarbone as he left red bruises wherever he kissed. The burning sensation of his marks hazing your mind as he travelled lower, your hands tousling the soft waves of his hair as the sounds of your whimpers mixed in a melody he could never get tired of.

Viktor contemplated his work of art once he reached your inner thighs: the body that drove him insane, now visibly belonging to him without anyone worth questioning; your wetness covered the sheets, lips swollen from his greeting and the uneven breaths you let out, no part of you left untouched. He smiled to himself, lowering his face against your dripping cunt.

"You have no idea how much I adore this view," he murmured proudly, the smile never abandoning his face.

Your response took the form of a moan when his tongue took control of your insides, kindly swirling it around as your sweet taste numbed his senses.

He needed it, he needed you, along with the satisfaction of calling you 'his' without a soul interfering.

Your back arching to his mouth working wonders on you was more than enough reward, his name being the only coherent word you could pronounce as you begged him for more. Only his caresses could get you going.

Not anyone's but his.

Only his.

Only him.

He sucked your clit with pleasure as two slender fingers replaced his mouth, delighted by your agitated moans as his digits curled right into the spot he knew how to reach with ease. Your grinding against his face became faster, erratic, letting him know a little more attention would drive you over the edge. His eyes looked up to your tensing neck before his body followed, his thumb taking the place of his mouth and pressing in your clit as his fingers hit your sweet spot.

"I love you."

His words made you open your eyes to stare at him, contemplating something rather new about him. He seemed greater, somehow prouder and happier, seeing you contorting in pleasure under his touch.

You let out a heavy sight, watching him lower his body atop yours. "I love you too."

He dragged your moaning to a kiss, gently grabbing you by the neck as it deepened and his pace turned faster inside you.

Pure worship and adoration flooded his eyes when he pulled away, the grip on the sides of your neck unhurriedly tightening.

"Are you mine?" He whispered over your lips.

Your response was wrapped between whimpers when the caresses on your clit became indescribably delightful and faster.

"Fuck. I'm yours, Vik, only yours."

He smirked, deciding it was time to remind you how pleasurable his company could be. His tongue met yours as your mind couldn't do anything but focus on the sensations on every single part of your body, the hand on your neck travelling to your nipples, playing with them and scratching down your breast.

He couldn't help but moan when he felt your orgasm on his fingers, bringing his mouth back down to taste every bit left he could, both calming you down and making you want more from the new stimulation.

Your hands flew to his hair once again, making him come up to lay on your chest as your fingers twisted some of his chestnut locks.

"So," you began, barely catching your breath, "what was that for?"

His fingers drew abstract figures on your belly, tracing upwards.

"The Hexclaw is now ready to be used."

Any sigh of tiredness vanished from your body to the news, proceeding to sit on the mattress, hugging your boyfriend's body and showering him with praise and kisses on his cheeks and nape, well aware of the amount of time and effort he put into this project.

Once you calmed down, Viktor laid his head back on your shoulder, enjoying the sudden joyful ambience the room gained.

"And what was your great discovery?"

Viktor's subtle stiffness remained unnoticed when replaced shortly with a light giggle that left a smile on his lips. He glanced at you from the corner of his eye, satisfied.

"The Hexclaw turned out more powerful than anticipated, a bit, uhm, lethal, if you may."

Your head slightly tilted to the side, allowing him to softly kiss the marks that covered it. "So the prototype was successful, I assume."

You felt his smirk on your neck, unable to see the lovely darkness it hid.

"More than successful, love."

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