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mackbethart · 1 year
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I really wanted to draw some more shy but sexy Viktor, and this fic written by @ursawastricked was like the perfect inspo. GO READ IT cuz it's cute af!!
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bringthekaos · 4 months
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Jayvik are the third happiest man in Connecticut meme, except they swap places after Viktor becomes the machine herald.
This made me laugh so goddamn hard. Here, take this groundbreaking edit.
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orangechickenpillow · 6 months
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Me watching s1 Viktor being a sad, shy little cutie pie: I can't wait for this man to go feral
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tiecladartist · 4 months
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So between Vander to Warwick, Viktor to Machine Herald, and Powder to Jinx, season two is definitely going to have an underlying theme of becoming a "Monster" (in quotations because I'm just going off of the "monster you created" vibes, but more accurately it'll be exploring a permanent loss of self, or finding one's true self/freedom in a form not typically accepted by others. Even the cities have been transformed from what they were before due to traumatic events beyond the control of the people affected).
I am very excited for this.
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binghe-malewife-goals · 9 months
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my contribution to the Vikjayce fandom
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vhvrs · 1 year
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nauseous levels of brainrot erupting since @hexhomos dropped his heartthrob/heartache designs and the only cure was making too much fanart out of it..... sorry...... [mild lie]
comes w an entire mix to fully circle the delusions too <3
anyways happy valentines day oomfie!! and uhm. happy tuesday everyone else i guess
(pst bg on poster under cut bc i stupidly drew the whole thing)
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amargos-tent · 4 months
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tired? tired
from my sketchbook
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sweatandwoe · 2 years
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I’m rewatching Arcane with my sister and when Viktor came on screen I said without hesitation “pathetic twig daddy.” And now I don’t think I can look her in the face again
Stand your ground Anon. You're not wrong. Say it with pride. "I'd fuck the pathetic twig Daddy. I'd let him bend me over and do some weird shit."
You can say it solider o7
...Just maybe not to your sister next time.
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zomaeliet · 1 year
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Implied Viktor x AFAB reader, no pronouns mentioned for reader, uses words describing female anatomy, wet dreams, drabble, minors DNI!
I very fucking much wrote this at 3 in the morning falling asleep at my desk and I have no recollection of writing it
You feel the ghostly touch slide deliciously from the center of your knee to the pliant and plush give of your inner thigh. Your breath catches in your throat, a subtle whine leaving your kiss-swollen lips as long, slender fingers press to the soaked fabric of cotton panties - playing you like a talented pianist as you keened and your back arched toward the man before you, but the bonds kept your bare skin to the cool wooden chair as goosebumps erupted over your body. You felt warm breath fanning against your shoulder and neck, the accented whisper of the man you loved murmuring sweet nothings and gentle praises, though your eyes were useless with the blindfold, you still knew those honey-whiskey eyes bore into your skin from the flame you felt in your cheeks and between your legs.
A warm and searching tongue licked one long stripe along the side of your neck, canines grazing the side of your jugular as you called out to him, a desperate, pitiful plea for simultaneously more or less pleasure as your mind went into overload. The sweet scent of mint mixed with the earthy tones of coffee and sweat were intoxicating to you - growing ever more infatuated with the charming, intelligent and vaguely dorky brunette you had somehow gotten to come home with you after months of begging for a single date.
Viktor ground against your plush thigh as his fingers dove beneath your panties and plunged knuckle deep into your drooling cunt. He groaned at the feeling of your walls squeezing only two fingers, biting your neck as a muffled cry from his own ecstasy slipped from him. You felt him prepping you for his cock, his fingers slowly pistoning as his thumb reached your clit, not satisfied until you came on his fingers just once - luckily for him you felt your release bearing down on you like a bullet train, the straining bulge in his slacks as he ground into your bare thigh caused your voice to be rather breathy.
Just as the coil began to stretch, and stretch, and stretch - just before bursting - you wake up drenched in a cold sweat, your alarm blaring as you throw the blankets off of you in favor of rinsing yourself off in a cold shower, trying to scrub the obscene thoughts of your coworker from your flesh as well as your mind, hoping the water will wash it away before you have to face him at work while the thoughts creep back up on you.
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writingmysanity · 2 years
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Drabble challenge but I’m greedy so choice of two:
20. “D..did you just make that noise?”
78. “That’s my shirt. So is that… Wait?”
Tysm, I love your writing ❤️😊
A/N: sorry I haven't been able to post as much. i have much going but life has been throwing me so many curve balls and I am just starting to catch my breathe. This is set the morning after they're married- off on their honeymoon. Misson Domestication of a feral scientist is still ON
Thank you for your request darling- I'm sorry it took me so long to get to it. I had it set to answer and I just kept running out of time. I hope this makes up for it.
Word count: 616
TW: mention of lack of clothing, suggestive but SFW. Kissing. Is that a warning?
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Morning After
“Viktor?” you call gently, from the room, making him crane his neck from the desk provided by the renter- papers scattered across its surface, offering an acknowledging hum. Coming to the door, you pause in buttoning up your shirt to lean on the door frame looking at him amused, his eyes already back to the papers.
“I… this isn't exactly how most couples spend their honeymoon,” you tease, padding up behind him, resting your palm on the surface, careful to not rest it on his papers. His eyebrow lifts but his eyes don't move to meet yours this time.
“How is that, Dove?” he asks, lips twitching at your teasing tone. You had a way of bringing him peace, even in his current state. “Not in bed?” he teases back, eyes finally lifting to meet yours, eyes widening as he takes you in, whiskey eyes darkening. Lips curling mischievously, you lean forward, the tip of your nose tracing the curve of his ear as you hum.
“Working,” you correct him, your voice a purr. He doesn't try to suppress the shudder that wracks through his entire body, breath stalling, eyes sliding down to your clothes- larger baggy white button down half buttoned- long enough that he can't see your shorts.
“That… that is my shirt,” he sputters out, swallowing slowly, fingers wrapping around the edge of the desk, as if fighting to keep his hands to himself. Laughing softly to yourself, you shift, allowing the shirt to fall away from your form just enough for him to get a better angled view down it. Your skin is bare, save the lacey underwear Mel had helped you pick out.
No shorts
The groan that tears from his chest leaves his lips sounding like a strangled whimper as he pushes the chair back, nearly forgetting his cane to stand. Your lips meet his halfway, the pressure of his body crashing to yours drawing a pleased sigh from you. He lets out an almost squeak when you nip his bottom lip, tugging it between yours for a moment, eyes flicking up at him, amusement dancing in the low light of the room.
“Did… you just make that sound?” groaning, his head flops to your shoulder for a moment, forehead pressing to your neck.
“You are meant to be nice to your husband,” he grouches lightly, with zero venom. You grin, head lulling back at the touch of his lips to the skin there, sighing, eyes lidded.
“I am,” you state, body arching into his, earning a pleased grunt as his kisses gain heat, picking and marking at the skin there with his teeth.
“And yet you tease me,” your laugh devolves into a whine, the vibrations tickling Viktors lips as they press to your throat.
“Who else am I to tease?” you ask sincerely, slowly tugging him towards the room by his tie. It takes him a moment to answer, his eyes caught soaking in every inch of skin he can find as you unbutton the few buttons you had attempted to do before.
“Jayce,” he offers, following you like a moth to a flame. Pausing in mock offense, you stop him from moving, hand on his chest as you lean up, brushing your nose to his, breathing in his sigh.
“You dare mention another man's name on our honeymoon,” you tease again, melting when his eyes meet yours again, his honeyed eyes eclipsed by his blown pupils.
“You are correct, Dove,” he whispers, lips bridging the gap, lips falling to yours in a rush, clumsy and uncoordinated for a moment as you both fall into a rhythm. “I will make no such mistake going forward- I assure you.”
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dastardlydumb · 2 years
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a sketch of a nerd
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orangechickenpillow · 2 years
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Viktor is such a fun character because he is a seemingly impossible mix of shy and sassy. Like this bitch could insult you six ways to sunday, but then if someone he cares about gives him a compliment, he’s going to turn into a blushing pile on the floor.
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caorl · 2 years
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viktor but he plays the guitar and wears big comfy sweaters
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ryublaze · 1 year
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Little self check up~
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binghe-malewife-goals · 10 months
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Me, an intellectual, scoffing at the theories for arcane s2 bc no one seems to understand the characters
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