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gaybybirth · a day ago
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Academy Excellence Masterlist
With only a few weeks left in the semester, you get help from your best friend's boss in an attempt to pass a failing class. One major problem: he's distractingly attractive. Now you have to navigate trying to learn from your crush without tanking your grade or making a fool of yourself. 
Find all parts to my tutor!Vitkor x fem!Reader AU here! It's a semi-modern one to include the existence of cell phones, the internet, and computers. Otherwise, it takes place in the Arcane universe.
Part One - SFW - With Viktor's help, you start tutoring for your linguistics course.
Part Two - SFW - As your sessions continue, so does your crush on Viktor. It isn't making your attempts at focusing any easier, and you're worried Viktor is starting to notice. Especially when you're in the lab alone together.
Part Three - SFW - When feelings continue to build, you take an uncalculated, ill-timed risk.
Part Four - NSFW - Things take an interesting turn when you go to drop off Sky's laptop.
Part Five - NSFW - After endlessly working to finish your final paper, you and Viktor venture out to see the bookstore together. Although the dread of your final grade hangs in the air as you wait with little patience for it to be posted.
Part Six - NSFW - Coming soon! - You call Viktor later that night to have him follow through on his deal of making it up to you, but he’s still in the lab when he answers. So you decide to have a little bit of fun and tease him. Viktor, in response, plots to get even—but first, he and Jayce need your help in the lab again. Except things don’t go as smoothly as they planned.
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doctorho · 14 hours ago
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i have a lot of feelings okay and i need to scream about them for a bit
like. man. so i've been thinking about this little au where the reader is from the undercity, right, aspiring scientist/engineer/mechanic/whatever the unofficial hobbyist version of those is. just like trying to survive, working in like. idk. random tech factories and such, or doing some dodgy repairs, or just fixing stuff on the side because that's what you do when you grow up surrounded by scraps and broken things and not enough money to really fix any of it. you don't really go to school for any of it, you just learn because you have to, and factory jobs are fairly reliable and pay okay and it’s easy once you get the hang of it. sure, it’s dangerous and terrible for your health, but what isn’t, in the undercity.
in the ever-turning cogs of the machine that makes the city run the way it does, you learn to see the way things work. and a natural progress of that is learning how to fix things. and a natural progress of living in the undercity is learning how to improvise.
so it’s like. yeah, you're not really a scientist, or an engineer, or a mechanic, not in the literary definition of the word. but you know how to fix things. and you know your way around tools, improvised and otherwise, and that’s something that isn’t really taught in fancy piltover schools. you've never been to one, but it’s clear in the way the fresh-out-of-school engineers keep fumbling with their tools, their hands always too-clean and too-smooth to show any signs of actual work.
and - yeah, everyone in the undercity is just trying to survive, mainly. very few people actually liked living there.
so you take the opportunity to leave when it comes. in a heart-stopping near-hesitant second, you take it. it's terrifying, of course, leaving, but really, isn't that what you wanted? to get out, to someday be big enough to actually make a difference? staying there always felt like being underwater, and the idea of leaving felt a lot like finally starting to reach the surface.
it's not....simple. leaving. of course it isn’t. change rarely is.
but you accept the invitation anyway, with your oil-stained fingers and burning lungs and a simmering hunger for more.
it's a learning curve, adapting to life in the academy. but you expected that.
for one, the air is clean. easier to breathe. it's quieter, everywhere. and their tools are newer, and they always seem to have the parts, for everything. new shipments coming in like clockwork, never staggering, never hindering the progress.
and your new co-workers are a lot more civilized than the company you're used to working in. they're focused, and smart, and polite, and nice.
and -
okay.
in terms of working conditions, the academy is miles ahead of the undercity. that's not surprising, really.
but you don’t really...understand it, until it just...hits you in the face. repeatedly.
at first, you just see that everything is more modern than what you’re used to, and newer, and shiny, and clean. there's more space. that sort of stuff. all the machines were...whole, none looking like they were pieced together from the bones of something else.
and then when you actually start working, it’s like you've suddenly gained a million new little blind spots. because you don’t know what you’re not seeing until you see it.
like - okay. the air is better in piltover, right? you knew that.
but when you start soldering at your desk, you don’t even consider that they might have an extraction fan for the fumes.
it makes sense, that they have one, it’s obvious once one of the guys - viktor - points it out. and after he shows you how to turn it on, soldering is remarkably more pleasant.
he's from the undercity too. you know that. and - you don’t know exactly what his background is, but the way he explains the extraction fan makes it sound like he knows that those aren't really a thing in the undercity factories. it's not like breathing vaporized solder differs that much from breathing the standard air down there. and it's not like anyone cares about it enough to do anything about it. anyone with the money, at least.
so you use the extraction fan after that. get fewer headaches. focus better. breathe easier.
the second thing he points out are the protective gloves.
he only says this after noticing the little burns and cuts on your hands.
and - yeah, okay, that makes sense, too. but it's just not something that had registered as an option for you before. before, your supervisors had always been more concerned about the conditions and safety of the parts you were working with. burns from handling hot parts and accidentally catching your fingers with the longer-than-usual soldering irons weren’t worth the cost of some gloves. cuts from sharp metal edges weren’t even worth a band-aid, nevertheless the fancy wound-closing glue these guys kept in the top drawer of every desk.
(you only learn about that from viktor, too.)
(in some twisted way, it does make you feel a bit better about yourself that you weren’t the only one in there that seemed to be accident-prone.)
anyway. you wear the gloves after that.
and the list of things you didn’t know just keeps growing.
one morning a pair of protective goggles has appeared on your desk. he doesn’t say anything about it, but you suspect they’re from viktor, too.
he seems to recognize your thinking pattern. it's not like you're averse to workplace safety, it's just that you’ve just never had a workplace this safe before. or anyone that really cared about your safety, for that matter.
so he keeps teaching you. showing you how things worked on this side of the mud. it's always patient, always friendly, and never condescending. and never while jayce is in the lab - you're not sure if that's intentional or not, but it feels a lot like him wanting to help you blend in.
and it’s like a whole new world, living above the surface. there's just so much. that you just didn’t know about before. and not just the work safety - everything else, too. all the light. the clean, open air. the strange reassurence that comes with having a steady supply of food and water and a warm place to sleep at night. that weird new softly-glowing calmness in your chest, like ocean waves settling in the night.
having someone else care about you.
it's just one of those things you don’t see until you see it.
anyway. yeah we're thinking about caring about others and work safety as a love language tonight i guess
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hunterwritings · 6 months ago
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you get injured
summary: arcane characters reacting to you getting hurt
pairing(s): jinx x reader | silco x reader | viktor x reader | ekko x reader
warnings: mention of injury + blood, cursing
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Jinx
when coming back from a supply run, you had an incident with the firelights and had gotten injured.
you sighed as you held your side, red staining both your shirt and your hand
you mumbled curses to yourself as you pushed open the metal door as you slowly walked into jinx's hideout
jinx was humming to herself as she was reading a magazine and blasted her music.
The second that her eyes drifted over to you, her head shot up and she dropped her magazine. "Y/n!" She said as she stood up and rushed to your side. "Wha-what happened?!" She asked frantically as she laid her hands on your injured side.
"I'm okay jinx, really." You tried to reassure her but you could see the worry in her eyes as she laid her other hand on the side of you face. "I just need to get this cleaned up, okay?" You told her as she nodded quickly.
You winced as you pressed a cotton ball with alcohol on it to your side. You sat on the couch in jinx's hideout as you cleaned up your wound. Jinx sat on the floor next to you, with her forehead pressed to her knees and her arms wrapped around her legs. She felt guilty for letting you get hurt and put the blame on herself.
"jinx, honey" you moved over on the couch to sit on the sofa behind jinx. You liad your hand on her back as she kept her head in her knees. "I should've been with you." Jinx breathed out as she held her head up by her hand. "I already told you I'm fine." You said as you kneeled down next to jinx on the floor. "None of this was your fault." You reassured her as you held her cheek in your hand and wiped her cheek with your thumb. She sniffles as she smiles at you as you pressed your forehead against hers.
"Next time I'm going with you." She states as you chuckle.
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Silco
you winced as silco helped stich up your wounded shoulder. You sat on his lap while both of you were in his office.
"You have to be more careful next time, darling." He advised as he pressed harshly against your shoulder.
You chuckled as he looked sternly up at you, clearly not joking. "So I was bit clumsy, but I'm fine." You tried to reassure him with a stupid smile. Your mood quickly changed as he pulled tightly on the cord he was stiching on your wound and cuts the end of it. "Clumsy?" He says as he sets down the needle and thread. "What happens next time when you're clumsy? Hm?" He asks as he holds your face between his fingers gently.
He sighed as he let go of your face and pressed his head to the back of his chair as he stared at the ceiling. "Next time you're out you'll run and trip on your own knife." He closed his eyes with his head up. You chuckled as you moved your legs so that they were on either side of his legs. "Luckily enough for you, I'm not that much of an idiot." You joked as you finally saw a hint of a smile on his face as he opened his eyes to look at you.
He moved his hands from his lap and onto your thighs as he sighed. "I'll be more careful next time, I promise." You reassured him as he kept his gaze on you. "Good." He breathed out as he reached his hand behind your neck and pulled his head up to press his lips against yours.
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Viktor
one day, you were running late for work at the academy and as you were running up a flight of stairs you had tripped and fell down a couple steps. Luckily nothing was broken but your legs were scratched up and even started bleeding a bit.
without even thinking, you had slowly walked into viktor's lab and tried to start your work.
Once viktor had saw you, he was immediately worried. "Y/n! What happened to your legs?!" He asked anxiously as he saw blood coming through your pants and he tried to quickly walk over to you. "Oh, I'm okay I just tripped." You tried to laugh it off but viktor was obviously still worried for you.
"Your legs need to be cleaned up before we do anything." He stated.
Even though you tried to protest, viktor told you to sit on the couch and roll up your pant legs and he saw multiple cuts on your legs. "All this because you didn't want to be late?" He chuckled as he prepared some medical supplies. "I guess I could've been a bit more careful." You said as he looked up at you with a smile.
You winced as he pressed alcohol to one of your cuts. "Sorry." He whispered as his eyebrows furrowed together.
He finished cleaning up your cuts by putting some bandages on your legs. "Thank you very much viktor." You smiled as you pecked him on the cheek, slowly watching his face turn red as he nervously chuckled. "Maybe next time you could walk with me, you definitely won't trip then." He said jokingly as you laughed in response.
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Ekko
you were riding around on your hoverboard when patrolling for the firefights when you had a malfunction in your hoverboard and fell a couple stories onto concrete and ended up breaking your arm.
Ekko saw you and immediately flew down to be by your side. "Holy shit y/n, are you okay?" He asked, his mask making his voice sound deeper and more robotic. "Shit, it hurts. I-I think it's broken." You told him, feeling tears well up in your eyes from the pain. "You can't fly anymore, we're going to have to walk back to camp, it's not so far." He said as he helped you stand up. You kept your arm close to your body as Ekko had his arms around your body as he walked you bac to the hideout.
As you made your way back to the hideout, ekko had immediately called for a medic who told you that your arm was broken and they had to apply a cast.
You were sitting on a couch with ekko standing up and looking down at the firelights, both of you had taken your masks off to see each other. "The medic said I wouldn't be able to take this off for another 8 weeks or so." You explained as ekko hummed as he turned away. "I'm sorry I'll be out of the fight for so long." You said as he turned back around to face you. "You shouldn't be apologizing, you didn't mean to fall like that." He said. "I should've had that board checked anyway." Ekko said as his eyebrows furrowed closely together, almost feeling angry to himself.
"On the bright side-" You started, trying to change the subject. "- You get to sign my cast." You stood up and walked over to him, holding a marker that you had picked up from the table across from the couch. He scoffed as he looked down at your cast and back up at you. "You're not taking this seriously are you?" He rhetorically asked as you gave him a sly grin. "Well, what else am I supposed to do? Cry about it all the time?" You joke as he shakes his head with a smile.
He reluctantly grabs the marker from your fingers and takes off the cap. He holds onto your cast as he shakily writes his name onto your cast. "Could've been a bit neater." You joked as his scoffed at you. He laid his hand on your waist and pulled you close to him. "You're really looking for trouble today, aren't you?" He spoke with a sly grin. You chuckled as you looked into his eyes. "Well, you've gotta make light of the situation, right?" You smile as he leaned forward to press his lips against your own, smiling into the kiss.
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magical-warlock · 6 months ago
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Viktor, sweating: You, there’s something I need to ask you-
You: Finally! You’re proposing!
Viktor: How’d you know?
You: Viktor, you’ve dropped the ring five times during dinner.
You: I even picked it up once.
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moonlight-in-the-sea · 3 months ago
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how arcane characters show their love in subtle ways
ft. viktor, jayce, silco, vi, jinx, ekko, caitlyn, finn, howl
viktor makes sure to ask you to elaborate when you ramble about things you love. he can't make much time to spend with you, so more often than not you're spending time in his lab, raving about the things you love. this new book you're obsessed with, a pigeon you saw on the way here, a dessert shop that opened recently, a concert of your favorite artist you're dying to go to. you might think he's not listening--he usually prefers to face you and keep eye contact for this exact reason, but he is listening even when he's tinkering with new inventions with his goggles on, and he remembers everything you say, even checking in about them from time to time.
''were you able to get the new book of the series you were telling me about, solnyshka? it launched this monday, no? the true crime one, what was its name--ah yes, that! the one with the detective you like. you were quite worried about her predicament since the last book ended in a cliffhanger. i hope the author will be kind to you...''
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jayce is always at your beck and call. neither his status as councilor nor his position as a hextech inventor will stop him from doting on you and he makes that clear. if there's anything you need, he will make sure you get it by any means, as soon as humanly possible. he also remembers to check in on you frequently, asking if you've had any breaks or drank enough water, not leaving your side until he's sure you're in tip-top shape.
''babe, i got the things you needed! here you are--oof, you look horrible--respectfully. you look as radiant as ever otherwise. i'll get you something to eat. and drink. god knows if you've drank any water today. per the power bestowed upon me by the council, no, I will not take 'no' for an answer. c'mon, princess, I get enough of self-destructive behavior from my lab partner. take a break, for me? please?''
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silco makes sure to let you know he's never too busy for you. he never complains when you barge in his office and disrupt his work. the most he will give you is a quiet, ''one moment, love. let me just finish this sentence.'' then all his attention is on you. if you tell him you're sorry to disturb him or if you're bothering him, he will look at you like you've said the most inconceivable thing ever, ''nonsense,'' he says with a wave of his hand, beckoning you over. you don't need a reason to see him. you can just sit there and talk for hours and he'll make no moves to dissuade you from it, even if he gets behind work. he shakes his head with a smile when you realize how much time has passed and apologize, pressing a kiss on your hand and sending you off to sleep, ''i'll be with you shortly, dear. let me just put these away,'' he says, all lies, but it's worth it. if a sleepless night or two is what it takes for your eyes to burn as bright, silco thinks it's a fair price to pay.
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vi makes sure to learn from the mistakes she makes during combat so she has fewer injuries for you to fuss over. while she knows how worried you get, it's easy for her to chuck caution out of the window when fighting--you can't use your full potential if you're afraid of getting hurt, after all. but when she comes home to you, all scraped up and bloodied knuckles, she can't help but sheepishly apologize for a fight she's won, a lazy grin on her lips as she watches you get the first aid, expertly digging out the cotton balls and the antiseptic, chastising her under your breath. she presses a kiss on your hairline as you dab the tinted pieces of cotton on her wounds,
''i'm sorry darl', it seems like i still can't get out of the habit of blocking with my face. oh come on, don't give me that face. i'll be more careful next time, i promise. there will come a day where you'll see me get home without a scrape on me, you'll see.''
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jinx makes sure you're safe with her, at all times. she's not usually an advocate for safety measurements, but the moment you're around, she does a complete one-eighty. suddenly you have to wear goggles in her lair, you have to stand within an arm's reach at all times, you have to walk by her side and avoid the section she keeps her fireworks in altogether. she can be beaten half to death and laugh it off, but she goes rampant when you suffer so much as a scratch--by factors other than her, that is. you're hers and hers alone, and she will be damned before she lets anything happen to you.
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ekko always makes sure you feel included. as the leader of the firelights, he is a capable one who gets along with everyone. it's easy to feel out of your element when he's mingling with everyone else or tinkering away in his room. he makes sure to keep an eye on you, his hand resting on your back as he involves you in the conversation in any way he can, running his thumb back and forth soothingly to remind you of his presence if not. he sets down a wrench to stretch, craning his head to look at you, ''wanna help, babe?'' he grins, wiggling to make room for you when you hop up from his bed, quickly making your way over to him. he lays on zero pressure, asking you to hold things or pass things on to him, maybe even assemble parts, thanking you by landing a loud smooch on your face, laughing as you paw at his clothes, giggling at him to get away.
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caitlyn makes sure that her stubbornness doesn't get the best of her. not only does she feel so strongly about things, but she also gets riled up quite easily, especially in debates. even more so if your opinion differs from hers. you'll see her nostrils flare up, her brows scrunched together as she opens her mouth to retort, only to... stop. she raises a hand, a signal to stop--you from talking or herself from lashing out, you're not sure, takes a deep breath, and goes,
''i see your point, love. i will take it into consideration--no, no, don't give me that smirk. i still stand by what i said, hush.''
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finn complies with your wishes. you'd expect a chembaron who is used to getting things done in a 'my way or the highway' fashion to be unyielding--suffocating, even, but that's not the case at all. finn wouldn't give a damn if the entire population of zaun thought him to be a pushover, he'd like to see them try and test him, but given it doesn't put you in danger, he submits to your every whim. you will go wherever you want, do whatever you want, and get whatever you want. you hold the reins in the relationship, and he can relinquish control easily, knowing you won't abuse it. this carries over to his actions as well. you want to hold hands? sure. can't sleep and want him to stay with you? ...fine, only until you fall asleep. don't feel like doing anything? stay with him as he works.
''you have no shortage of wishes, huh, doll? ...complaining? heh, i would never. granting your wishes is one of my duties by now. what the princess wants, the princess gets.''
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howl makes sure you know he is thinking of you all the time. no matter how many clients he has to take or how long they call him for, he always makes sure to come back to you--throws himself in your arms, even. even as he talks about the places he went and the people he met, he includes you in his story, the smile on his face toothy and crooked and natural, unlike the trained one he sports all the time.
''i wish you could've seen the zeppelin, love. the interior was decorated just the way you like it, the floral arrangements and the ornaments were just your style. oh, that reminds me! my client gifted me this bottle of champagne, would you like to drink together?''
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honeydazai · 4 months ago
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perverted things the Arcane characters do
feat.: Viktor, Jayce Talis, Silco, Vander, Vi, Jinx, Ekko, Mel, Marcus
warnings: nsfw content, masturbating, dry humping + more
requested?: yes! | reblogs appreciated!
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VIKTOR knows you're rather concerned about his wellbeing, which is why it only comes as a mild surprise when you offer him to take a quick nap while leaning onto your body. He's an opportunist at heart — his head is soon resting on your chest, his cheek against your soft skin, and he's not actually sleeping, not when his dick is straining hard against his trousers with how close his face is to your tits, but you either don't seem to notice or to care. Besides, he's so exhausted, so surely you'd never ask him to back off, right?
Another thing that he always enjoys is teasing you; it doesn't matter about what, really, as long as your face flushes with a lovely blush, your cheeks suddenly hot, and, god, if only he'd get to see that embarrassed expression while you're bouncing on his dick or kneeling between his legs.
“Are you quite sure you're alright with this, love? Ah—, well, then I must thank you. I could truly use a quick nap. Thank you for looking out for me. I appreciate it, I really do.”
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JAYCE has the unfair advantage of his height, so whenever he glances down at you, he's got a perfect view on your cleavage. He can't help but stare at your tits, especially when there's some lace from your bra showing. The sight alone has his dick twitching in arousal, and even though you've caught him staring a few times, you don't seem to mind it much.
It's not often that you and Jayce do sleepovers anymore, especially since he's a Councillor now, which is both a blessing and a curse for him, and also makes this one night a lot more special. He kind of missed the way he used to grind against you while you were asleep; it's not even on purpose, he's just too needy to control himself, and if your ass is pressing so nicely against his dick — really, he's sure no one would be able to resist.
“Haha, very funny, really. I wasn't staring at you — and especially not at your tits. You're just short, it's inevitable that I look down on you.”
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SILCO's lips quirk into a smirk when he 'accidentally' pushes an important document off the edge of his office desk. At this point, he doesn't even have to ask you to get it for him anymore — you bend over willingly, panties peeking out beneath your skirt, and for a moment he entertains the thought of you doing this on purpose to tease him.
He also enjoys making you beg for, well, anything, really; your whiny voice and your pouty lips get him hard almost immediately, his dick straining uncomfortably against his trousers. Whether it's for a raise or for his attention, Silco simply loves hearing you whimper and whine.
“What is it, dear? Ah, I see. So you're of the opinion you deserve a raise, hm? Honestly, I'm not quite convinced. Why don't you ask me again? Nicely this time. Mind your manners, will you?”
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The first time it happened was an accident, and that you were wearing a white blouse had been bad luck, but now VANDER has to be careful not to spill water onto your shirt too often — that'd simply be suspicious, even though he doubts you'd become wary of him that easily. The sight of your bra showing through your nearly translucent shirt is almost too much to bear for him, though.
One day, when he was looking for you and quickly glanced into your room during his search, he spotted a pair of your panties on your bed and, god, he didn't actually want to do it, but he couldn't help but take them. Now, he regularly jerks off with them in his hands, the delicate fabric wet with his precum as he grinds against it.
“So sorry 'bout that, doll, didn't see ya there. But hey, it's only water. No stain. Just wait here, I'll get you a towel — or do you want one of my shirts?”
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When VI suggests you exercise with her, you happily accept, though her offer isn't out of entirely pure intentions — she enjoys watching your tits jiggle while you're both out on a run, or seeing your ass in tight trousers when you force yourself to do another squat, despite how much you're already shaking.
She also loves the way you smell — whether your signature perfume is a rather floral or a musky scent, she's enamoured with it. Whenever you hug, she buries her head in your neck, and she even bought the perfume you use one day. Now, she regularly sprays it onto her pillow whenever she gets herself off — it simply reminds her so much of you, it's almost like you're there, laying next to her.
“Hey, come on, babe — you can go a little lower than that, can't you? Your squats need some more work, that's for sure. Lucky for you I don't mind keepin' an eye on you while you practice.”
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JINX is rather short, so, if you're taller than her, she uses this to her advantage and lays her head onto your tits while you're hugging. The gesture looks innocent enough, and it's perfect for her to inhale your scent, whether it's your natural smell or a signature perfume.
Whenever you're talking to her while focusing on something else, Jinx can't help but occasionally touch herself to the sound of your voice. While you're saying something completely innocent like what the weather is like, she's curling two fingers inside of her, another one drawing circles around her clit while you mention how your new coworker totally sucks.
“Hm? What did ya say, sugar? Ah—, sorry, 'm just a lil distracted by your voice, fuck. No, no, continue, darl. Go on. Wanna hear you talk more.”
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EKKO feels disgusted by himself when he slides a hand into his trousers to grasp at his already hard dick, precum leaking onto the fabric. His gaze is on your sleeping form, your expression so so peaceful, and his fingers close around his cock at the sight, almost making him moan. He simply can't help but jerk off while you're asleep, and it really isn't his fault that you're so intent on cuddling close to him, your ass against his hips.
Whenever you two playfully wrestle, he pins you down with one hand pinning both of your wrists to the ground, a smirk on his lips. It's not his fault that heat curls in his stomach at the sight of your flushed face and wide eyes, your hair splayed out around your head like a halo and your lips opened just a little.
“You're so easy to defeat. You really need to practice some more to make this exciting, you know? Or, wait—, now you're starting to make me think that maybe you just like having me on top of you.”
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It's no secret that MEL enjoys buying you things you want — though she also can't deny that she, more often than not, picks the skirts, dresses and trousers she buys you a size too small, if only to see the fabric stretch tightly over your chest and hips, accidentally drawing more attention to the area. When you keep tugging at the cloth, self-conscious, she chuckles while complimenting you — even if your top is sheer enough to clearly show your bra.
Similarly, Mel enjoys watching you change; no matter if you're elegantly stripping yourself of your clothes or if you're awkwardly fumbling with the zipper. It's the intimacy of the act that has her wetting her lips with her tongue as her eyes roam over your form.
“There's no need to be shy, baby. You look as beautiful as always; I can guarantee that all gazes will be on you tonight, so quit worrying your pretty little head and trust me, alright?”
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MARCUS claims that he wants to walk behind rather than in front of you for safety reasons, though he honestly just wants to steal a glance at your panties underneath your skirt. If you're more prone to wearing trousers, the view is just as good — especially since the fabric stretches nicely to hug your curves.
Despite being embarrassed by it, he also picked up the habit of watching you shower. He's not trying to be creepy, seriously, and he respects your privacy — well, or at least that's what Marcus tells himself while he stares at your naked form, your face flushed because of the hot water, steam obscuring his view. One of his hands grasps at his own cock through his trousers and, fuck, he really should leave, but you are showering at his house, in his bathroom, he's not stalking you, and that makes it a lot less weird, right?
“What? The only reason I insist on walking behind you is that I care for your safety. You should know that by now — I told you often enough that I don't want to risk anything happening to you.”
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inkinflux · 4 months ago
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Demonstration
Jayce Talis x f!Reader x Viktor | 3.2K | 18+
Jayce has always enjoyed showing you off. After Viktor accidentally walks in on you having sex, Jayce is compelled to invite him to stay to see firsthand how gorgeous you are during such intimate moments.
Viktor had made a habit of catching Jayce at awkward moments. Usually, he didn’t care what Jayce was in the middle of – if he needed to relay information or ask anything of him, he did so without feeling the need to preface his requests with pleasantries.
If he saw the light on in Jayce’s room, he would enter without knocking, spouting off the information he needed him to know, then retreating to his work. Their relationship worked so harmoniously that he could expect Jayce to shake off the initial shock of being caught off guard and get right to it.
He was an excellent partner in that way – enthusiastic and focused. Sure, he could get a little whiny sometimes, especially if Viktor interrupted him during more private activities, like the time he’d walked in on him stroking his cock to a picture of you. It had been in the early days when you seemed an unobtainable object of his affection, out of his league but clouding his mind in every waking moment anyway.
Jayce had fumbled, yelling at the scientist for not knocking, but Viktor shrugged it off. He told Jayce he needed a second opinion on something, walked out and waited for him to put his pants on, then suffered Jayce’s rambling full of excuses and ill-veiled mortification all the way to the lab.
Jayce thought Viktor would have learnt something from that exchange, but it only seemed to egg him on, pushing the boundaries on what was considered proper, especially as they became closer, their relationship growing more fraternal than professional.
Viktor now bothered Jayce at any time of the day, room light on or off. Even if he could hear the running water of his shower, Viktor would come in, voice raised above the stream. After a while the novelty wore off, until Jayce treated the popping up of Viktor’s presence a given at any time of the day.
That’s why he should have remembered to lock his door after you had surprised him with a late-night visit, clad in a sheer dressing gown weighed with ostrich feathers and a dangerously skimpy set of lingerie peeking through underneath.
But Jayce, hypnotised by the sultry words you uttered in greeting and the perfect way your body fit in his hands, had been too eager to throw you onto the bed, his mind occupied by a screaming arousal, too excited by the surprise to think about privacy.
He had you in a compromising position, legs thrown above your head to allow him the deepest angle, and was drawing delicious little mewls from you with each thrust. He had been in the process of encouraging you to be more vocal during sex – reassuring you that he finds it devastatingly sexy to hear your cries, unrestrained.
Making you cry louder was a challenge he gladly accepted, trying everything he could to provide you the confidence you needed to feel totally comfortable with him.
“That’s it, babe,” he praised, teeth gritted, “Fuck, you take my cock so well. You look so fucking pretty. Let me hear how good you feel. How good does it feel, huh? You like it when I fuck you like this?”
“Yes, Jayce,” your voice was breathy, fists tight around your ankles, looking up at him with those earth-shattering doe eyes, “You- you’re so big. F-feels lovely.”
“Lovely?” His grin split from ear to ear, beaming down at you before giving you a sloppy kiss.
He was so damn proud of you for trying your best; a pleased flutter joining the overall heat in your stomach at his reaction. It had taken a little while, acclimating to how vocal he was during sex, but it drove you crazy how good he was with his words when he set his ambitions on making you feel phenomenal.
“I want to hear everything, okay? No matter, ah, no matter how dumb you think it sounds. You make me so dumb for this pussy, so-“
You slapped his chest with a laugh. “I love you, you idiot.”
“Love you too, princess,” he said, and looked genuinely chuffed before nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, biting down hard.
“Ah! Jayce-!”
“Jayce, we need to set up that ion ray demonstration for Heim-“
Everything halted. The door squealed on its hinges as it continued opening slowly, Viktor frozen in the threshold. The papers under his arm slipped free, falling to the floor in a fluttering mess.
Jayce shielded your body with his own, and you fumbled for a pillow to cover your chest.
“Viktor! What have I told you about barging in like this?” Jayce complained, but he didn’t sound as upset as you thought he ought to.
“I am- I-“ Viktor didn’t know where to look, and in his haste to go back the way he came, his crutch slid out from his hold, and he clung to the doorframe to keep from falling. “I apologise. Profusely. I’m so sorry (Y/n). I did not see anything, I swear.”
Jayce sighed. “Gods, she’s so tight. So warm and wet on my dick.”
Viktor wasn’t sure why Jayce was telling him this until his friend pulled out of you with an annoyed grunt, wanting to emphasise just how taxing it was to leave such bliss to help his friend.
Viktor turned his gaze away as Jayce shuffled towards the door, picking Viktor’s crutch up and handing it to him.
“I could have-“
“Yeah, I know,” Jayce retorted, “You’re good, man. Just- do you need to sit down?” He turned back to you with a half-cocked grin, “I know she’s breathtaking. Wouldn’t want you collapse after seeing such a gorgeous sight.”
“Jayce,” you hid your face in your hands.
“What, babe? It’s okay. Viktor’s like me – he knows how to properly appreciate the extraordinary. And my girl is pretty fucking spectacular.”
Viktor let Jayce guide him to the armchair in the corner of the room, his eyes snagging on the eyeful he got of your exposed thighs. He felt his pants tighten, and suddenly felt that he’d made a grave error, now trapped between Jayce and the chair. He sat down with a huff, hands crossed in his lap.
“Dude, you’ve got a boner? Seriously?”
“I’m sorry, I-“
But Jayce just clapped him on the shoulder, turning back to you, “See babe? You’re so damn hot. I didn’t even know Viktor got boners for anything other than science.” He teased.
“Eh, that was uncalled for.”
“Interrupting me before I can make my girlfriend cum is uncalled for.”
Viktor turned away, crossing his legs to hide his hardon. “Fair.”
Jayce shook his head, then looked like he was contemplating something. Viktor knew that look, and most often it was followed by a brilliant idea. Though, he wasn’t sure how much he’d enjoy this one.
“Hey babe?”
“What, Jayce?” You were laying there, waiting for Viktor to get out, but upon seeing the giddy look on Jayce’s face you sighed. “Ugh. Fine.”
“What?” Viktor was normally so in-tune with Jayce’s thought-process, and it was a little intimidating to see first-hand that you, who had come into his life much more recently than he, had already mastered non-verbal communication with his partner. “What is fine?”
Jayce clapped Viktor on the shoulder before returning to the bed. “Can’t have you walking back to your room with that huge tent. Someone’s bound to run into you. Why don’t you just stay here a while to sort it out?”
Viktor wasn’t often left speechless, but he found himself opening and closing his mouth, unable to fathom a response to that.
“It’s cool if you don’t want to, but-“ Jayce hovered over you, looking up and down your body lovingly, “If you think (Y/n) looks divine normally, you should see the way she glows when I hit all the right spots.”
“Jayce-!”
“Okay.”
Both you and Jayce looked at Viktor.
“If that is okay with you, (Y/n),” Viktor’s voice was small, his hand hovering over his hard cock, waiting for the green light. “I have- I am always inclined to admire masterpieces.”
The smile that grew on Jayce’s face was cocky as hell. As if he was saying that’s right. She’s a masterpiece and she’s mine. He drunk in the desperate impatience Viktor exhibited as he watched your face for any sign of dismay.
“Sure,” you shrugged, trying for nonchalance, but both men could see how flattered it made you when Viktor rushed to unbutton his pants, eyes drinking you in now that he’d be given free range.
“Ooh, we should show him how well you bounce on my cock.”
You tittered at the way Jayce had said it, like he was making one of his usual brilliant suggestions in the lab.
Jayce pressed a sweet kiss to your nose before rolling you to be on top of him. He pushed his thumb between your folds, groaning at the sensation as you teased his length by grinding against him a couple times before pushing up on your knees.
“No, babe, turn around so Viktor can see your wonderful tits. And that cute little pussy, he should see all of you, don’t you think?” Jayce poked out his head from behind you, “Unless you’re an ass man? She has a fantastic ass.”
Viktor, who had been running his fingers along his stiff cock underneath the fabric of his boxers, blinked at the question. “Yes. She- she has a very nice ass. I don’t- I mean, I uh, I don’t mind. Whatever is more comfortable for you, (Y/n),”
You felt a little shy as you turned to face Viktor, covering your boobs with your arms, Jayce slapping his hardon against your cheeks as you leaned back against him.
“Ugh, how gorgeous is she? C’mon man, tell her.”
Viktor felt perverted as you watched him reach underneath the waistband of his boxer shorts. But once he exposed his twitching length, you grew more comfortable, arms falling from your chest to show him your boobs.
Viktor whimpered at the sight, and it bolstered you. His cock was already leaking heavily with precum. “Stunning. Perfect breasts,” Viktor blew out a hot breath as he ran a testing stroke against his cock, “And with a pretty cunt to match.”
You fought against a smile as you said, “I didn’t know you were packing so much, Viktor.”
Viktor shivered at your words, his free hand shaking so much he had to grip the arm of the chair as you lifted your body. Jayce lined his dick up with your entrance, teasing your hole with a few slaps.
The fabric of the armchair groaned as you sunk onto Jayce’s cock, Viktor curling forward to watch as Jayce guided your body down.
“Thaaat’s it. Use my cock, princess. Use me. That feel good?”
You let out a cute huff. “Mhmm.”
“Use your words, babe. Tell Viktor how good it feels.” Jayce’s fingers pressed into your hipbones, helping you stroke him as the pace that suited him.
“Your dick feels amazing inside of me. So big, I- I can feel it so deep.”
“Yes,” Viktor growled out, then blinked at his own outburst, his hand’s pace slowing in slight embarrassment.
“Don’t get shy now,” Jayce smiled, “Tell (Y/n) just how gorgeous she looks on my cock. I’m giving you the best view of my perfect girl. I want to hear what you think.”
Viktor swallowed thickly, cheeks heating under your expectant gaze. Then Jayce brought a hand round to your clit and the intense look in your eyes melted away as your brow fell in pleasure.
“She is- marvellous,” he commented, at first unsure, but when he saw how his words were impacting you, he continued, “The shape of her body is so, hmph, mesmerizing. When you look at me like that, (Y/n), with those enchanting eyes…” Viktor released a whimpered curse in his mother tongue as you tilted your head back, biting your lip with a furrowed brow, “I wish for you to take me in your mouth. To see those beautiful eyes roll up into your head as you enjoy the taste of me.”
“Oh fuuuuck, Viktor. She’s clenching around me. K-keep going, please.”  
Viktor pulled his chair forward, emboldened by the way you were looking at his dick in his hands, licking your lips at the sight. He curved his back forward, eyes lowering to where you bounced atop Jayce’s dick, your juices collecting at the base of his dick. He was getting dangerously close, body inching towards you, so close he could feel yours and Jayce’s combined body heat.
“I wish it were me in your pussy,” he admitted, his breath faltering as you moaned in response, nails digging into Jayce’s thighs. “I would let you use me every night. Anything to feel that pretty little hole of yours.” In the heat of the moment his accent had thickened, and feel sounded more like fill.
Viktor wondered for a moment whether he was going too far, saying too much, but you coaxed him by giving a little show of teasing Jayce; lifting your body all the way up before slowly rolling down, your body roiling in a wave. Jayce’s thighs shook as you did so, uttering a soft, pleading “babe”.
“Look at you,” Viktor said, almost angrily, “You’re driving two grown men insane. Are you proud of yourself, hm?” He raised a brow, “Do you understand how erotic it is when you look at me like that while you fuck my friend? No? You need me to tell you? Or should I show you what you do to me with that angelic face, so sweet and innocent-looking while you take my friend’s big cock with all the skill of a whore.”
Jayce chuckled in surprise at Viktor’s enthusiasm. Viktor let go of his dick, letting you watch as it twitched up with every pulse, every heartbeat. It was a desperate red, veins standing on end, prominent lines of blue zigzagging up his length. You inhaled deeply.
“You like watching me fuck your best friend?”
Jayce shuddered underneath you. Viktor nodded, fucking his hand with a new vigour now.
“Do you like it when my tits bounce like this?”
“Dammit, baby, you’re gonna make me cum,” Jayce whimpered, “You’re so hot when you talk like this. Keep it up.”
You huffed a sparkling smile, “I love the way your cock fills me up, handsome. I love feeling you writhe underneath me. Do I make you feel good?”
“Yes,” Both Viktor and Jayce uttered simultaneously, both of them at your mercy.
“You would make me feel good,” Viktor choked out, his hand at a breakneck pace on his cock, “You look like you know what you’re doing.”
“She sure does,” Jayce interjected with a taut slap to your ass.
Your body jolted forward from the impact, hand flying forward to steady yourself on Viktor’s shoulder. Viktor’s wide eyes jumped to your lips, his breath coming fast as he wrenched himself out of his daze, falling back against the chair with a tortured whine. What he would have given to feel your lips against his as he pounded you into the mattress.
Jayce chuckled. “C’mon babe, show Vik how sweet you sound.”
To help you out, Jayce’s hands tightened around your waist, keeping you in place as he hoisted you up, feet sliding up the bed to lift his hips, giving him enough room to start jackhammering up into you. Viktor’s dick jerked into his hand uncontrollably as your mouth fell open with a chorus of sputtered cries, tits bouncing as Jayce laid into you fast and hard.
“Yes, yes, yes- Fuck! Jayce, you’re going to make me cum,” you voice was droning and desperate, sending a shiver down Viktor’s spine.
“That’s it,” Jayce grunted, muscles writhing as he grabbed hold of your biceps, pulling your arms back and guiding you to lay against his chest as he shuffled to the end of the bed, causing your ankles to fall onto Viktor’s shoulders, Jayce’s knees bumping against Viktor’s.
Viktor ran his free hand over his face, his dick throbbing uncontrollably at the perfect sight of Jayce sliding in and out of your hole. At this proximity he could pretend with almost crystal clear clarity that it was him fucking you into oblivion, him causing your back to arch as your cunt tightened around his massive cock.
“Please, oh,” Viktor rolled forward, free hand pushing your thigh back, wrapping around the back of your knee to keep you open for his viewing pleasure. “Is- okay?”
You nodded, then kept nodding, your bottom lip caught between your teeth as Jayce pushed you over the edge with a grunt, the warmth of his cum shooting into you, his hips jerking erratically to fuck up into you.
“I love you, I love you, oh fuck, (Y/n),” Jayce, normally loud and boisterous, was reduced to a whispering, whimpering mess beneath you. Then, determined to hear you as you came, he pushed through his orgasm, wrapping his large, strong arms around your entire body, slamming his cock into you, deep and fast, until you were crumbling, crying out as the coil inside you snapped and your release flooded over his cock, earning a shout the reverberated from his chest into your back.
His cock slipped out, his head falling back onto the mattress, his entire body worn out. He mustered enough strength to take hold of your thighs, the two of you giving Viktor a look that had him scrambling out of the chair.
He stumbled in between yours and Jayce’s wide legs, then waited for a moment before you nodded up at him. The moment he slid into you he was immediately gripped by his orgasm, barely stroking once, twice into your dangerously good pussy before his hot cum was joining Jayce’s, his nails digging into the hard bones of your knees to keep him from doing something stupid like kissing you.
As soon as he was done, he collapsed back into the chair, a panting, pink mess, watching with a groan as his cum slipped out of you and onto Jayce’s thigh, sliding down the apex of his tanned muscle.
“You okay, princess?” Jayce whispered, kissing your shoulder. You nodded weakly, allowing him to gently rest you beside him. “Was that good?”
“You don’t need to ask me every time, Jayce,” you replied with an enamoured smile, and Viktor felt more so than ever before like he was intruding on a private moment.
“I will, uh, I’ll go now.” Viktor announced, struggling to his feet.
“Vik?” Jayce reached a hand out, catching Viktor’s arm before he left. “Aren’t you going to thank (Y/n) for letting you watch? For letting you empty yourself into her? You can’t just cum and run.”
Your resulting laugh was muffled by your hands, hiding your face until calloused hands wrapped around them, pulling them away to press a passionate, heated kiss to your lips. Viktor’s intense stare bore into your soul as he pulled away, shoving his crutch underneath his arm.
“Thank you, (Y/n),” he said with a serious tone, then turned and headed out the door without further ceremony.
You turned to Jayce, who was staring slack-jawed at the closed door.
“That asshole just kissed my girlfriend!”
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silence-burns · 6 months ago
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Viktor: asking you out
Fandom: Arcane 
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Viktor was fully aware that the longer he waited with asking you out, the harder it would get. He thought about it multiple times already, tried to find the most fitting words, predict your answer, prepare for the possible rejection and yet - he was still nervous. 
His hands would shake more than usual whenever his mind circled back to what he wanted to do. He'd known you for so long it felt like a lifetime, and by then the lab never felt the same without you somewhere close. He was (almost) sure that the feelings he had for you were mutual. 
So why was it so difficult to just open his mouth and ask?
Jayce would notice his distress and (if you weren't around to hear them) offer to help. Viktor was pretty sure that getting a wingman would make the whole ordeal even more embarrassing than it already felt. Besides, he wanted to make that move himself. He owed it to you.
Viktor would wait until there were only the two of you in a room (Jayce would wink at him before slipping out with some half-assed excuse) before clearing his throat to pick your attention. 
It worked. And he forgot what to say.
With your eyes on him and that soft smile playing on your lips, all the polished words Viktor had prepared went into the void. For a moment that felt like an eternity, he'd just stare at you, desperately trying to remember how to speak. 
He'd stutter and it would take him a few tries to ask the question right. His hands were ice cold when he waited for your reaction. He has never been more grateful for his cane - it made his panicked grip look almost natural, even with his knuckles gone completely white. 
Viktor would be so relieved once you agreed that he'd sway on his legs. He's never felt so happy, despite his throat drying out and his heart skipping a few beats in his chest. 
You'd opted for a walk, which sounded like a good idea in the middle of the day, and more like a rookie mistake once it got dark, cold and slippery. The thin rain that fell during the day turned into a slippery mess once the temperature dropped. Viktor didn't expect that.
What he also didn't expect was your arm sneaking its way around his and securing him on the side where he didn't use his cane. 
You were warm. Or maybe it was hus rapidly beating heart that made him feel like boiling.
You were close enough to secure him whenever Viktor lost his footing. It made the whole walk much more pleasant than Viktor had anticipated. For once he didn't mind the length of the bridges or the uneven stones of the walkways. 
Deep in the conversation, Viktor didn't even realize how fast the time had passed and he almost regretted not taking an even longer path. 
His regrets melted away pretty quickly when you wished him a goodnight with a peck on his cheek and a promise of more walks in the future.
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laylaswriting · 6 months ago
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hello! would you do the nsfw alphabet for viktor? its alright if not! instead you could do cuddling viktor headcanons!
You bet I would! 👀 Also this is my first time doing this headcanon type of thing so I hope you'll like it! ❤ (Also my first ever nsfw type of writing so I hope this won't suck!) These are ofc my personal thoughts and it was really hard to resist the urge to start every sentence with 'I think', but yeah. I hope you'll like it! Lemme take a cold shower after writing this
NSFW Alphabet with Viktor
Warnings: Obviously, nsfw under the cut, 18+ only loves. ❤
Viktor x gn!Reader
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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex):
Viktor is a gentle lover when it comes to taking care of you after sex, he makes sure that you have everything you need. He loves cuddling, letting you know how much he loves you and cherishes you.
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s):
His favorite body part of his are his hands and his manhood because he just loves how good he can make you feel with them, making you whimper and moan under his touch. He loves your whole body but if he had to choose his favourite it would be probably your lips and your butt.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person):
He loves to cum inside you while kissing you deeply, while being a moaning mess. Occasionally he asks you if he could cum on you, either your chest or face, and he's always very helpful with cleaning you up afterwards, praising how good you are for him. When you go down on him he's not shy to taste himself on your lips when kissing you after the act.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs):
He doesn't really have a lot of really dirty secrets, but he loves when you call him Professor or Sir from time to time. He loves praising and being praised.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?):
Viktor is definitely not a virgin when the two of you meet. He is not as experienced as his friend, Jayce of course, but he knows what he's doing. He's very attentive and he picks up on what you like and don't like pretty fast, making the sex amazing with him.
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual):
Any position where he can kiss you and look at your face during the act.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc):
He's very serious while making love to you. His main goal is to make you feel good, to let you know how much you are loved, praise falling from his lips constantly. 'Look at you. So good for me.' After the act he's a smiling, cuddly mess.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.):
Usually there are a lot of things on Viktor's mind so he forgets about these things, but he never lets it get out of hand.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…):
He never fails to tell you how much he loves you during sex, one way or the other. Let it be a low and sensual 'I love you' while you're making out during sex, or an 'I love how good you are for me, taking me so well.' His hands and lips are always on you, he just can't get enough.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon):
Viktor is a busy man so he doesn't have a lot of time to touch himself. Only occasionally, when he's extremely frustrated or haven't seen you for a while, he thinks about your body and the way you touch him and he's hard in an instant.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks):
Viktor is a soft dom, he loves when you call him names, and when you tell him you're all his and noone else's. He loves praising you, but on occasion when he had a hard day he loves to be rough with you, pulling your hair a bit and leaving marks on your skin everywhere.
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do):
Usually your bed or the couch.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going):
He loves to be touched, and he adores when you talk dirty to him. If he's buried in his research at his desk in your home, all you have to do is slide your hands under his shirt and whisper into his ear how much you want him to make you feel good, to feel him, to give him what he wants and he'll be a mess in seconds, pulling you into him and kissing you hard.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs):
He wouldn't have sex in the lab when there are potentially dangerous stuff in there. He loves you and it's horrible when he wants you so bad at that moment but can't have you, but he wouldn't risk you guys knocking something over and get hurt. He'd rather wait a bit more and go home to your place.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc):
He loves it, both giving and getting. He adores the way he can make you into a moaning mess, and he loves the feeling of your lips on him just as much.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.):
He's somewhere between the two, he usually keeps a steady pace, and switches between sensual and rough based on how the two of you prefer it at that moment.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.):
He's obsessed with work and pretty busy so quickies are not rare, most of the times in the morning before he leaves to the lab, but when you two have enough time he likes to take it, teasing and paying all his attention to you, enjoying the moment.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.):
He likes to experiment (he's a scientist after all) but he's not really a risk taker, let it be unprotected sex or getting caught in the action, he's usually very careful and responsible.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…):
Viktor has a pretty high level of self control, he usually finishes after you or with you. If he cums from your hand or mouth first, he definitely can go on for a while after that.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?):
He doesn't own toys and on his own he doesn't really use them, but he's very encouraging if you are into them or want to use them, and is more than happy to help you out.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):
He's such a tease. He loves loves teasing you until you are a whimpering mess just begging him to fuck you.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make):
He's not loud. You have to work hard to get a few moans and groans out of him but when you do they are the most rewarding and sexy sounds you ever heard. However he loves to talk during sex. Praising, dirty talk, whatever, he just loves to let you know how much he cherishes you.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice):
As much as Viktor enjoys being a dom, he enjoys submitting to you just as much. Letting you push him onto the bed, tease him, make him beg.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words):
Besties we all know this is canon he is huge.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?):
It really depends on a lot of things. Viktor is a workaholic and when he's deep in research it consumes all his thoughts, sometimes creating tension between you. Other times he just can't get enough of you and his thoughts are filled with you and all the ways he wants to make you feel good.
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards):
After sex he helps to clean you up and make you comfortable, then after a little cuddling and talking he comfortably falls asleep, or waits until you fall asleep and sneaks out from next to you to work at his desk during the night.
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daphnedirose · 5 months ago
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Just Call My Name
Viktor x gn!reader | NSFW +18 | wc: 2.2k| After an exhausting day and a glass of wine, Viktor decides to relieve himself to the thought of you.
A/N: I BLAME @arcanescribbles FOR THIS BECAUSE IT'S INSPIRED BY THEIR ART (aka the fucking masterpiece below... and all of their paintings). Anyway, enjoy in horny jail <3
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The door closed behind Viktor as he leaned back against it, a heavy sigh leaving his lips, exhausted. It was a tiring day and the lack of sleep he gathered throughout the entire week wasn't helping much, but he knew he couldn't pull another all-nighter in the lab if he wanted his brain to function properly.
He didn't bother turning the apartment's lights on and went straight to the kitchen, guided by the faint silver moonlight that slipped through the windows of the place. Initially, he intended to pour a mug of sweet milk and lay in bed soon after, hoping to get the proper sleep his body so desperately needed; even if he knew all hopes would be useless. He might be tired but, when trying to rest, his body opposed his wishes as his mind began scheming ideas of possible inventions or uses for the Hextech Gemstones. However, he remembered he kept a fancy bottle of wine you once gifted him inside the kitchen's drawers.
"I know you don't drink, but maybe a glass can help you sleep better." Was what you told him after giving him the bottle, a kind expectant smile on your face as you did.
Viktor chuckled before opening the drawer where he had it hidden, taking it out along with a glass to pour it in. He didn't drink much, you were correct, but he had nothing to lose by trying just once. In the worst-case scenario, it'll be another sleepless night for him.
He stepped into the living room, glass in hand, and laid his body down on the large couch next to the window, resting his head on one of the comfortable armrests it had. He held the glass of red wine —filled more than it should have been— before his eyes, which were adorned with a curious look before taking a generous sip of the drink. Both its scent and taste were not as strong as others he had drunk before, it was rather sweet, addictive once given a taste of. For some reason, it reminded him of you, especially the aura you projected in the lab today while working on the blueprints for the Hexclaw: that concentrated gaze focused on the papers, eyes glowing by the thoughts that flowed inside your mind as you wrote them down, biting your lower lip until it blushed as red as the wine...
No, his mind was wandering again on thoughts that shouldn't be keeping him awake. He chugged down the remaining wine before he could regret it, expecting the dizzy effect to strike him soon due to his lightweight persona. He moved a little on the couch, but the friction between the furniture and the tightness of his attire wasn't very pleasant, resulting in him undoing his tie, which fell discreetly to the floor before unbuttoning both his vest and shirt. He took off the vest and it soon accompanied the tie, but he felt adequate to leave his red shirt on, completely opened and exposing his chest to the cool air that filled the room, giving him subtle goosebumps but adjusting quickly to the room's temperature.
He was doubtful about unzipping his pants, but who cared anyway? He was at his place, alone, and it's not like anyone could see easily through the windows. His hands reached for the zipper and lowered it open. His body felt lighter, freed from the pressure from the clothing, and maybe it was the wine acting, but he felt more relieved than he should have now that clothes were off.
The couch was cozy and soft enough for one to fall asleep on, but once again his mind turned its back on him when he tried to fulfill the task. His eyes became stuck looking at the ceiling as his thoughts began to wander again: The Atlas Gauntlets' blueprints he and Jayce were working on, the number of miscalculations that he could possibly find on them tomorrow morning, the Hexclaw you were working on... He closed his eyes shut as he placed the back of his hand on his forehead, trying somehow to cover his thoughts.
Maybe it was the lack of sleep that made him so distracted and lazy-minded today. Even when he tried to focus on his blueprints and prototypes, he couldn't help but look your way while you were working: so concentrated and passionate about what you were doing, a crooked smile appearing on your face when your calculations were correct; Viktor was observant even when he didn't mean to, so he couldn't help but admire the way your hands gracefully worked on the prototype, so meticulously and delicate at the same time. For a second, he wondered how the touch of your fingers would feel like against his skin: probably soft, tender.
He felt his cheeks starting to burn, and a warm feeling began to take over his body. It's probably the wine, he told himself. However, unconsciously, his fingertips began to travel slowly down his neck to his chest, leaving a tingling sensation behind every brushing movement on his skin. It's the wine, it must be. But it didn't matter, not when the fingers tracing his body weren't his anymore.
His eyes closed dizzily, remembering what else happened a few hours ago.
He recalls how his heart almost dropped to the floor when you caught him staring at you mesmerized. Those siren-like eyes he so much adored were finally staring at him, but he didn't decide whether it was a perk or a disadvantage; if there was something Viktor loved about you it was your eyes, even when he felt you could see right through him. You stood up and went over to his desk, hands in your pockets as you walked like you owned the place, forcing him to quickly turn back to the blueprints, although his lost expression gave him away.
"Need any help, Vik?" You asked him, your velvety voice messing up with any possible coherent thought he had formed before.
"Ehm, well-"
His body tensed up when he felt your hands softly being placed over his shoulders, squeezing softly before your body leaned over one of them to peek at the blueprints. If he was tense before, he was now completely stiff. Your face was right next to him, close enough to notice the scent of your perfume: a freshly sweet scent he became fond of long ago.
"Seems like you're struggling, Professor." You mocked him playfully like you usually did since he told you he sometimes substituted for Heimerdinger, unaware of the effect that simple word caused on him.
There, on the couch, Viktor could still feel how the word left your mouth so assertively, giving him a false sense of dominance when you were the one holding the ropes. The tone of your voice, softer and lower specifically to tease him. Fuck. The hand that rested on his forehead began to softly play with his hair as you sometimes did to him when bored, while the fingers that danced on his chest continued their way lower, dangerously close to the waistband from his underwear as his mind continued remembering, too lost in thoughts to mind a certain pressure on his lower half.
You grabbed the pencil he was holding and began correcting the blueprints over his shoulder, close enough for him to notice the steady rhythm of your heartbeat against his back. Why were you so calm when he was nervous by your proximity? He looked at your face through the corner of his eye once again, and there you were, softly biting your lower lip as you amended some of the most noticeable mistakes written in the papers.
What would it feel like to kiss you?
When you finished with the blueprint, you gave Viktor back the pencil with a victorious smile glowing on your face. "Call my name if you need me, Vik." And with that, you returned to your desk, while his eyes couldn't stop looking at you for a few more seconds.
His lips started tingling but he couldn't blame the wine anymore, not when those memories already caused a reaction that left his entire body burning. His hand stopped playing with his hair and his fingertips softly brushed his lips, which fancied to touch yours for longer than he could tell. He had no doubt your lips would taste sweeter than the wine he just drank, starting pressing them against his while your hands clenched to his hair, wanting him closer and closer as seconds flew by. You'd probably drag your fingertips down the sides of his neck, he could even picture the cocky smile appearing on your face when you notice his neck was one of his weak spots, right before leaving open mouth kisses as the warmth of your tongue clouded his mind and made him tilt his head to the side, sighs escaping his lips while your lips and teeth left marks that claimed him yours.
It was useless to keep those thoughts away, so he decided to take care of the growing erection that hardened in his underwear, taking it out and softly wrapping his right hand around the tip that was already dripping wet, beginning a calm up and down motion as his head rested back on the armrest, making his sharp Adam's apple stand out, an unconscious lazy grin matching his blushing cheeks as his mind was messed up with thoughts of you.
He imagined you on top of him, sitting on his lap, the moonlight contrasting on your skin while those siren eyes would be focused on him, and only him. He could feel the delicious heat of your body against his, both naked, vulnerable to each other's touch. His hands would trace a path from your back to your waist, taking the necessary time to enjoy your feathery skin against his palms, feeling and hearing you react to his caresses. The thought of your voice, which often came out in a justified confident tone, melted into faint moans as he kissed the crook of your neck, enjoying your intoxicating scent mixed with sweat and desire made him hasten the pace his hand marked on his dick.
Call my name if you need me, Vik.
"Y/n..." Your name left his lips coated in needy delight, picturing the hand that jerked him off belonged to you.
Oh, how your touch would feel on his dick. You'd love to torture him by slowing down your pace when you perceived his orgasm coming close, probably a sarcastic comment would come out of your mouth that included the word Professor in it, followed by pure praise and worship as you rubbed your hips against his length, driving him to the edge as another kiss was placed on his lips.
Viktor's groans and heavy panting filled the room, calling your name as he drowned in the pleasure your image provided him. Some locks of messy hair that fell on his forehead were coated in a thin layer of sweat, so he lazily pulled them back, noticing the rest of his hair was damp as well. A husky chuckle peeked out in between whimpers, he couldn't believe the effect you had over him even when you weren't in the room.
But damn he wished you were.
He was a mess, the unbuttoned red shirt all wrinkled by his moves, drenched in sweat just as the rest of his body was. Burning hot body and flustered red cheeks, but the lazy dreamy smile never left his face while his hand continued to please him along with his undeniable hunger for your taste. He was close, he knew, but he wasn't letting his fantasies fade away so quickly. If that's how he was when lost to desire, what would you look like while the same burning passion flowed through your body? Blushed red cheeks as you moved your hips on his lap, looking for the contact he was denying you but longing to give you...
Viktor...
Just the ghost sound of your voice moaning his name in desperation turned him on completely. You, his assertive and brilliant lab partner all lost in sensation because of him and his touch, your grip slipping from the control you were used to having and begging him to fuck you, those siren eyes barely opening to stare at him: a lustful masterpiece he was the only beholder of. He'd slide inside you with ease and he almost came to the thought of your walls tightening against him. You'd tried to take control back ridding him, rocking your hips masterfully on top of him while he was hypnotized by the view of your every move, bouncing faster on his cock as your orgasm formed inside. He'd help you, of course, thrusting right in your sweet spot while letting you lead the way. His hand couldn't compare to you, nothing could.
Picturing you moaning his name before coming undone on top of him was enough to cause the same effect on him, bitting a bit harshly his lower lip as the divine dreams of you made him cum on his hand. He tried to even his breathing, but how could he? His mind just gave him the most pleasing images he never felt able to fantasize about until now, leaving him yearning for you, all of you, every part of you being marked by a path of his kisses. Being his completely.
A soft laughter left his lips as a satisfactory smile appeared on them. Fuck, he had no clue how he was gonna face you tomorrow, but all he knew was that, for the first time in weeks, he'd be able to get some proper sleep.
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coffee-with-bucky · 5 months ago
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Lovers
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Summary: Unnamed and undefined, you don’t know where your relationship with Viktor stands. But, when you mention that Viktor’s moles are signs of where his past lover would kiss him in his past life, you two slowly push your relationship across that threshold and put an official description.
Pairing: Viktor x Reader
Words: 1.6K
Genre: Fluff
GIF Credit: @solidago-sempervirens​
A/N: I’m so down bad for Viktor lmao. Anyways, I had fun writing this! (Reader is kept gender-neutral)
To others, the glances were mere looks – nothing more.
But deep down in your heart, you knew what they meant. And Viktor knew just as well.
There was no label as to what this was.
Friendship? It was much more.
A romantic relationship? No official stamp of approval. It was in limbo.
But what you did know was the connection that you and Viktor forged was unspoken. Fleeting glimpses with glints in his golden eyes, which practically glowed when the sun’s rays hit them.
It was when no one was looking – the lightest of touches upon the tips of fingertips brushing across hands and arms. Sometimes your hands would find themselves trailing up to his shoulder, a gentle squeeze that you swore made all the tension in Viktor’s body dissolve. 
You treaded on a fine line – your hands itched to drift higher, wanting to linger on the sides of his neck, maybe even place a kiss where his pulse point laid.
And that was the bigger issue – you wanted to kiss him. Kiss every inch of skin he would allow. Those sharp cheekbones, his forehead where those baby hairs rested, those lips that spoke of scientific theories and ideas of hextech inventions, but more notably, the two moles that speckled his skin.
One under his right eye, the other above the corner of his left lip. You found yourself gazing at those moles almost as much as admiring his stunning eyes. A desire to kiss those moles consumed your thoughts to the point where you would get so distracted –
“…Hello? Eh, are you still with me, duck?”
Brought back to reality, the handle of Viktor’s cane waved in front of your face. Viktor smirked as you blinked, heat rising to your cheeks. You were supposed to be listening to Viktor’s explanation of the new hexgates that were in development since you asked him.
Well, half of that was true. You did want to learn about the hexgates but, it was also an excuse to spend more time with him and temporarily ditch your duties as Heimerdinger’s assistant. It was a slow day and you had justified to yourself that you could slack off for one day.
You narrowed your eyes at him, sitting up straighter in your stool, “Will you stop calling me that?”
Viktor laughed, an almost baritone quality blended into his tone, “Never.”
“Why do you call me that again? You could have given me a cuter nickname instead, you know, like dove.” You huffed.
Viktor leaned forward from his stool with a gleam in his eye, “It’s only because you pout like a duck.” As your brows furrowed, you intuitively pouted your lips, “See!”
Crossing your arms, you stuck your tongue out at him.
Viktor playfully rolled his eyes, “You never cease to amuse me, my duck.”
A bashful grin laced your face. As much as you pretended to be annoyed at Viktor’s nickname for you, it secretly made your heart race.
“Besides, a duck is cute. Therefore, a cute nickname… For a cute individual.”
You swore your heart was going to combust inside your chest.
“Now about your attention span…” Viktor hummed. Holding the middle of his cane, he softly tapped the handle of his cane to your forehead.
A gentle bonk.
“It appears something is causing a hindrance to your concentration.”
You rubbed the back of your neck with a sheepish smile, “Yeah, something like that.” Your eyes flickered to the mole above the corner of his lip.
“What’s distracting you?” Viktor tilted his head as he nudged your knee with his.
You sighed, “I was looking at the moles on your face.”
Viktor’s eyebrows raised, “Oh? And what about them?”
You smiled, remembering the myth your friends and family relayed to you many, many years ago.
“They reminded me about a myth I learned about growing up. I was told that the moles and birthmarks on your skin were indicators to where your lover from your past life kissed you the most.” You nudged his knee back.
A light flush sprinkled his cheeks. Viktor hummed, leaning his cane against the workbench, “And… You believe it?”
“Mhm, yes. But also no.”
“How so?”
You tapped your chin, “I find the sentiment behind it adorable, sure. But I think it makes the reason to kiss someone all the sweeter for the next lover in the next life.”
Viktor nodded. Pulling his chair closer to yours, his knees now brushed against yours.
“So, you’re telling me, a lover from my past life liked to kiss me… Here and here.” Viktor pointed to the moles on his face.
You smiled and nodded back, softened eyes flickering to his moles, “I think your lover knew what they were doing.” Viktor raised a brow. “I theorize that the lover from your past life kissed you here,” You softly tapped the mole under his eye with a finger, “And here,” You tapped the one above the corner of his mouth, “Because they were the most optimal spots for kisses.”
“That’s certainly a… bold theory.” Viktor smugly smiled, eyes darting to your lips briefly. “Maybe… You could test your theory?”
Your eyes widened, a quiet gasp catching in your throat at the mere image of you kissing his cheek. 
“I-I mean yes, I could, theoretically.” You bit your lip before shrugging. “But... I’m going to need a participant.”
Resting his elbows on his knees, Viktor leaned forward so much that his face was just inches away from yours.
“You have a prime contender right here.”
You cleared your throat, “Well, as the researcher, I’m going to need to ask the participant for verbal consent, which coincides with ethics, confidentiality and confirms that they want to participate in the study–“
“Yes. I consent. Now will you stop stalling, my duck?” Viktor chuckled.
You gave a single nod, biting the insides of your cheeks in an attempt to stop smiling. Taking in a gentle breath, your fingers floated under his chin, hooking it between your index finger and thumb. Leaning forward, you planted a soft kiss under his eye, letting your lips linger for a few moments. You heard Viktor’s breath hitch as your thumb grazed against his skin.
Gravitating towards his other mole, you kissed it with just as soft of a touch. Your lips were dangerously close to the corner of his lip – if you had moved just a hair-width below, you would have met a sliver of his mouth.
Pulling back, you chuckled at the sight before you. Viktor’s cheeks were drenched in pink, the tips of his ears turning almost as red as his tie.
“So as the main participant in this study,” You smiled as you stood up and sat at the edge of the lab table, “Is my theory correct?”
Slightly loosening the tie around his neck, Viktor chuckled with a widened grin, “W-Well, you’re going to have to note that I will certainly have a bias in the results,” Viktor smirked up at you, “But you’re correct. My lover from my past life knew where I liked to be kissed… except I think they forgot a crucial one.”
Before you could deliver a question, you realized that Viktor’s golden eyes burned with something behind them as he stood up. You didn’t have time to react as Viktor placed his arms beside you, caging you in as he leaned against the table. Cupping your cheek, he brought his lips to yours.
You sat there frozen, your mind short-circuiting at the feeling of Viktor’s lips on yours. Fluttering your eyes closed, you pressed back tenderly, slowly, and gently, moving your lips against his. Your lips perked into a tiny grin against Viktor’s mouth, reaching up to gently hold Viktor’s wrist as he caressed against your cheek.  
When you two pulled away, Viktor stammered, “I-I apologize if I overstepped–“
You cut him off by grabbing his tie, lightly tugging him forward so you could kiss him again.
“Oh.” Viktor chuckled, stumbling slightly as you kissed him with more passion, one hand still holding his tie while the other snaked into his hair. Viktor stood in between your legs, his hands landing on your waist while a quiet sigh emitted from the back of his throat. The hand in his hair soon traveled down, you gently held the side of his neck as your thumb caressed the side of his jaw.
A mischievous thought passed your mind. You lightly gave a playful bite to his lower lip, making Viktor’s breath hitch. His hands at your waist tightened, his lips pressing firmer and more feverish than ever, making you sigh into the kiss.
Pulling away, Viktor pressed his forehead to yours, deep breaths mingling as smiles reached both of your faces. Viktor let out a giddy laugh, the corners of his eyes crinkling in delight as he brushed the tip of your nose with his.
“So…” Viktor sighed, languidly rubbing circles with his thumbs at your waist, “I forgot to ask, do you think my moles are optimal placements for kisses?”
With a big smile, you cupped his cheeks and kissed his moles again.
“Does that answer your question?” You laughed, running your thumbs across his cheekbones.
“Yes, it quite does,” Viktor closed his eyes briefly, leaning into your touch, “One last question.”
Sliding your hands down, you draped your arms over his shoulders, “Shoot.”
“You also said that my moles give a reason for the… next lover to continue those kisses,” Viktor avoided your eyes as the flush on his cheeks deepened, “So I ask, will you be that person? My… lover?”
Warmth bloomed in your chest, diffusing across your body, and traveled up to your face. Your face felt like it was set ablaze, particularly in your cheeks.
For the longest time there was no label. And now with his kisses and touch burned into your mind, imagining your relationship to be officially defined–
Lovers.
“I would love to.”
Viktor grinned, capturing your lips once more.
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gaybybirth · 6 months ago
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a theory - pt two
Viktor x Fem!Reader (NSFW)
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Synopsis: After leaving the lab, you have a few options. Go directly to bed, brainstorm ways to run into Viktor in the morning, or read his journal full of observations of you. The latter. You very easily settle on the latter.
Warnings: lots more sexual tension, dirty talk, reading Viktor's private observations of you, thigh riding
Word Count: 5.9k
A/N: I hope this part is up to par with part one. I didn't intend to make this a three-parter, but I thought it would flow smoother that way. Part three coming soon.
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Viktor had thoroughly consumed you by the time you got to your room. The kiss played on repeat, dragging you further down into the depths. How soft his lips were, how fast his heart was beating, how he’d stumbled to get your jacket off. He’d kissed you—that was stomach-flipping in its own right. That fact that he wanted more nearly made your knees give out.
I have a theory the self-righteous bastard had said, acting as if you were the only one who had a crush. Acting like he didn’t want you as much as you wanted him.
You turned the notebook over in your hands. Viktor’s private notes not just about observing you, but his own thoughts on the matter as well. His thoughts on you. On you wanting to kiss him. There was a momentary battle of morals as you deliberated reading it.
You settled on just a few pages as you climbed into bed. A little bedtime reading to get the mind ready for dreams. To unwind after such an eventful day. So you cracked it open, settled against your pillow, and let the tingling you’d been feeling since you’d kissed Viktor fully wash over you.
You chose at random, opening up to a page that’d been dogeared multiple times. It was dated a few months back, right after you’d attended a party with Jayce and Viktor. It’d been to discuss the advancement and the progress of Hextech and the Hexgates, but you’d tagged along as Jayce’s plus one. You’d gone for the food, to support Viktor and Jayce, and because there was the possibility to spend more time with Viktor. But that was just a whim of a reason. Or, at least that was what you’d told yourself when Viktor thanked you for going, standing there in a three-piece black suit, smile crooked. And that alone had made the night worth it. He wore a suit well. Although, you had a theory that the floor would wear it a lot better.
Viktor’s notes were in a rushed cursive.
She danced. Beautifully. Like the petals of a flower in a gentle breeze. Hypnotizing. And then she asked me—a rather silly question considering—but she did. Her pupils were dilated, like they always are when she looks at me. And the smile was genuine, I think. I’ve never seen it otherwise, so I must admit I don’t have anything to compare it to. When she wasn’t dancing or conversing with others, she was beside me. Talking, smiling, staying. A few others asked her to dance, she said no. At the end, I believe she was observing me the same way I was her. Although her lips were tinted a dark red, so I’m only theorizing why she may have been looking at mine.
Your cheeks felt hot. You’d hoped you’d been a tad less noticeable in your endeavor to get closer to Viktor. That your crush wasn’t that obvious. Or, at least, that he would’ve been too focused on literally any and everything else to have noticed. But he had. He’d noticed early on, too. It was only about an hour into the three-hour event when you’d asked him to dance.
You’d danced with four guys by that point, all out of politeness, all of which you’d wished was Viktor. He hadn’t noted it, but he had to have seen your stolen glances in his direction as you danced. If he’d been watching you, he had to have seen you watching him. But could you blame yourself? Viktor was an absolute sight in the suit. A sight you’d committed to memory as soon as you’d laid eyes on him.
And at the end, when the three of you had left, Jayce was borderline drunk, you were tipsy, and was Viktor sober. Jayce’s room was farther than yours, but with Jayce’s determination to lean on someone for support, you offered yourself up and helped Viktor deposit the man in his room. Jayce muttered thank you’s the entire way, reminding Viktor to be a gentleman and walk you to your room. It took a profuse amount of no, Viktor, it’s a ten-minute walk, and you still have to get back to your room; I’ll be fine to get him to agree. Even then, he still walked you to the stairwell.
He’d leaned in the doorway, foot propping the door open, head leaning against the thick wood as he peered down at you. In your tipsy haze, you remembered him looking like he wanted to say something more than goodnight, Ms. (Y/L/N), but that was all he said before he watched you leave. It was only when you rounded the stairs, out of sight, when you heard the door close below you.
“I wonder…” You thought aloud and touched your lips. Had he wanted to kiss you then? He had been looking down. Although, as he stated in his notes, your lips had been stained red for the evening. He could’ve been looking at that. There wasn’t anything inherently romantic about that notion in the book.
There was no hesitation, you realized, as you asked yourself: Would you have kissed him that night? Yes. You already knew you would’ve, with or without the alcohol. You would’ve gone back to his room the second you saw him. Hell, you’d go back to his room at any time. It wouldn’t have mattered when.
You touched your lips once more; they were still puffy from earlier. You wished he was there with you now, stretched out in your bed. It didn’t matter if he was beside you, atop you, or beneath you. All would work perfectly. You just wanted him there. You just wanted him, and if Jayce hadn’t come in earlier, you were sure you would’ve gotten him on the desk in the lab.
Your eyes fell closed at the thought. Of Viktor pushing your jacket off, then moving to your shirt, your pants, hands no doubt fumbling just as they had with your outerwear. His fingers would brush against you the same way they had with that damn corset prototype. Breath would be warm against your neck as you’d slip a hand between you and do what you’d desperately wanted to before had Jayce interrupted. You’d felt it between your legs and that minimal contact practically made Viktor hiss. You wanted to see how he’d react, hear the sounds he’d make when you ran your palm over him. Viktor wasn’t exactly the dating type. You had no idea how long it’d been for him, if he’d been as involuntarily celibate as you’d been.
The grip you had on the book tightened and the pages crinkled beneath it.
You absolutely couldn’t wait for tomorrow. Any excuse to see Viktor. Any excuse to continue talking about his...theory.
A quick glance at your clock told you it was time to go to bed, but your mind was running wild with all the potential outcomes of seeing Viktor in the morning. The good and the bad. Either you’d pick up where you left off—the most generous of the options—maybe you’d talk, maybe you’d pretend like it hadn’t happened. Was that the smarter option? Maintaining the friendship and not risking it because of a little crush. It made your heart sink into your stomach like lead.
“One more page,” you murmured as if you were reading a good book. You needed a distraction.
It was from today, in the kitchen.
She had flour in her hair. A look I think only she could make endearing. Her eyes locked on me as soon as I spoke, and I think she feigned annoyance. But only slightly. I was interrupting her work. She tried to shoo me, but I was determined to test my theory. Although she was very much preoccupied with the task at hand. Until I made an ill-worded joke about her baking. I must concede that, joking or not, I was wrong. The frosting was delicious. Although, I’m solidly sure that was mostly because of how she’d offered it to me.
I thought about testing my theory then. But I was shamefully enjoying watching her pretend to be annoyed with me. I understand why she comes to “bother” Jayce and me in the lab. I quite like the flicker of amusement that it sparks in her eyes. I had two more chances to test my theory after that. When her hand was in mine—her heartrate increased dramatically then—and when I reached out for the loose excuse to touch her and brushed a dusting of flour from her cheek. But it didn’t feel right. So I inquired about her coming by later with no more details than needing her assistance. I’m curious to see if she’ll come with just that.
I’m hoping she does. I’m rather confident in my theory.
You closed the journal and practically threw it onto your nightstand. He’d wanted to kiss you three times when you were in the kitchen. It was a bittersweet thought, knowing Viktor had wanted to kiss you and he hadn’t. That meant there were other times he’d wanted to. Other times where you were trying to remain calm and collected while he was contemplating what your mouth felt like against his.
You ran your hands over your face and rolled onto your side. Part of you would’ve been angry had you not been experiencing the same dilemma the last couple of months. But how could you be angry when you knew he’d been pining over you just as you had him?
A quick glance over your shoulder, eyeing the journal. It wouldn’t list it. You knew it wouldn’t. But the thought lingered: had he thought about you the same way you thought about him? Late at night, tired, lonely, pining. Wishing you were there beside him like you wished he was for you? Hands roaming, mouths tasting, moans mixing with whines. But all that would happen would be the former, and they’d be your own, moving across your body as you pretended they were his. On more than a few occasions, you’d muffled his name into your pillow.
Despite the ache between your legs, you clamped your eyes shut and chased sleep. If that need was going to be satiated, you wanted Viktor to be the one to do it.
It ended up being an incredibly, frustratingly long night. Driven even worse by the dream you’d had of Viktor, hands resting on your thighs, drawing slow circles on your bare skin. You were on his lap, nails digging into his legs, but his fingers never went higher. They never changed course. Just barely missed where you were aching for him to touch each time. You woke up when he whispered, “I have a theory.”
Five hours. Five painfully long hours before you were able to see Viktor. And even then, Jayce was by his side. Normally, that’d be fine. Hell, just last night you’d been hoping he’d been by Viktor’s side when you entered the lab. But, as you ran into them for an early lunch in the dining hall, you were mentally cursing Jayce.
Although it wasn’t much of a loss. It wasn’t exactly like you and Viktor could finish what you’d started outside the crowded room, to-go boxes in hand. Proving your own point, when you’d all stepped out with your respective boxes, you were rendered speechless for a few seconds too long before Jayce asked if everything was okay.
“Yeah, hey guys. Sorry. I didn’t get much sleep last night.” It wasn’t exactly a lie. But the exact reason you hadn’t been able to speak was because of the man next to Jayce. Hair combed out of his face, bright eyes that fixed on you immediately, and clothes that seemed to hug his lean frame perfectly. And then he had the gall to smile. It was shyer than the knowing smirks he’d given you yesterday. Somehow that made it worse. As did the faint dust of pink over his cheeks.
“We were going to eat in the dining hall, but it’s a little too loud today.” Jayce motioned towards the doors that barely muffled the incessant chatter. He nodded down at your box. “Wanna join us in the lab?”
You stole a glance at Viktor, shifting his weight onto his cane. You’d eaten with them before, in and out of the lab, but something about saying yes to this felt dangerous. Being back in the room where you and Viktor had been…testing his theory…it made more than just warmth pool between your legs.
“Sure,” you responded, knowing it wasn’t going to help dissipate that growing need.
But it meant you got to spend time with Viktor. And, as it happened, meant you got to sit next to him at one of the desks, the three of you crowding around one as you ate. They looked over notes, talked shop, and you chimed in on occasion. But your mind had been totally dedicated to the way Viktor’s knee touched yours beneath the table.
Minimal, yes, but the contact drew your attention like a magnet. Whatever Jayce and Viktor were talking about went in one ear and out the other; you were barely tasting the food. All your senses were on the tiny, warm dot of Viktor. And when Jayce turned around for a moment, eyes cast away from the table, Viktor stole a glance your way. One with eyes lit aflame in a way you thought he only reserved for discoveries and advancements. Never for someone else. Never for you.
Hesitantly, his hand dropped from the table, and you turned your gaze from him as Jayce turned back around. Just as Jayce continued speaking about who knows what—saying you weren’t listening was an understatement at this point—Viktor’s hand landed on your thigh. You thought you’d honed in on his knee. But that touch, especially with the fact that you’d decided to wear a skirt today, sent you up in flames. It brought your dream back in full force, and you, abruptly interrupting Jayce, excused yourself.
The feeling of sliding out from under Viktor’s hand was painful—it was the last thing you’d wanted to do. But it was unbearable, sitting there with him touching you. Not giving you enough. Fanning the flames that were very quickly running out of wood.
You nearly tripped over your own feet on the way out.
“I’ll be right back, excuse me.”
The bathroom was cold. Granted, anything would’ve felt cold when you were alone. Fuck the kiss. Before that, before he’d tested his theory, you could sit by Viktor. You could converse with him and Jayce like a normal sociable human. And now you were leaning against the bathroom sink, staring at your reflection, frowning as you tried to push away the addicting feeling of Viktor’s hand on your thigh. The dream of his fingers drawing circles up your thighs, not touching where you desperately wanted him to.
You cursed your skirt. You’d worn it with the anticipation of seeing Viktor when he was alone. Not when you had to sit there with Jayce and pretend you hadn’t felt Viktor’s lips against yours. Or his hands on your torso in a way that putting on a corset didn’t require. Corset. You met your own eyes in the mirror’s reflection. There was no way Viktor didn’t know his effect on you. That his hand on your thigh made you want to push his chair away from the table, straddle his lap, and kiss him until you consumed him.
You thought back to your bag. Two could play at that game.
Back inside, Jayce and Viktor glanced up at you with concern. You’d taken your time coming back, and made up a lame excuse about worried you hadn’t locked your dorm door. Viktor looked like he didn’t believe you—rightfully so—and Jayce took it at face value. Or, at least, he had the courtesy to let you think he believed you. When you sat back down, you poked at your food, pretending to be interested in it, letting enough time pass for Jayce and Viktor to finish their food and do what they usually did when they were okay with you hanging out in the lab: they just went back to work.
That’s when you made your move. You eyed Viktor as he and Jayce started working on something you couldn’t see, settled down into your chair, feet propped up on the chair Viktor had been sitting in, and pulled out his notebook. Whether Jayce would recognize it or not didn’t matter. It wouldn’t be the first time you found amusement in reading their notes. Sometimes you’d sit there and scrutinize Jayce’s perfect handwriting or Viktor’s rushed cursive. It took sixty-one seconds for Viktor to glance up from his workstation and see you flip through the pages.
The grip on his tightened until his knuckles went white and he raised his chin, narrowing his eyes like a threat. He opened his mouth, but whatever he was going to say was kept internally as you dove into the journal, and Jayce commented on a part not working with another. Still, you felt Viktor’s gaze a moment longer, and only once you were free of the weighty feel of it did you start attempting to read. And you knew exactly which one you wanted to dive into.
This one was dated a little over a month ago. The second line was nearly your undoing, but if you dwelled on it for too long, you'd combust. So you continued on.
She stopped by with snacks today, fruit. As sweet as I imagine she is. Jayce had left, so she stayed to help test the versatility and mobility of an armor prototype. Unnamed as of now. Jayce is unsure whether it will go beyond the prototype stage, however. Unimportant. She wore it for me. I feared I was overstepping boundaries—even with her shirt on beneath it, the garment was rather...revealing. Tight. And doing the straps required a fair amount of close contact. Her breathing was uneven, and I worried I’d done the corset up too tight. Until I noticed her dilated pupils and her nervousness. Almost uncharacteristic for her. She was avoiding eye contact more than usual. And this time, I know for certain she wasn’t looking at the freckle above my mouth.
Your heart dropped when you read the next line, the last line on the page.
It was a mistake, inviting her to stay.
You glanced up Viktor, who had his back turned to you now, and hoped to everything that there was more to the entry. There had to have been, especially with what had happened yesterday. You turned the page so slowly, you half expected Jayce to look up and wonder what the fuck you were doing. Neither of the men looked at you.
Your heart settled back comfortably in your chest when you saw more notes.
It was a mistake because I hadn’t wanted her to leave. The shirt she wore beneath the prototype was thin. I could feel the heat of her body with each—accidental, I might note—touch as I tightened the straps. And the way the garment hugged her frame in a way I feel is inappropriate to list in a journal I’m trying to maintain as professional as possible. If that can be possible, given my running theory.
Regardless of whether she wants to kiss me, I know I certainly would like to kiss her. A notion I must explore on my own. If my theory were to prove correct…
To think I’d be so lucky.
“And it was,” Viktor’s voice was in your ear and you jumped so hard the book nearly launched from your hands.
You collected yourself as rapidly as you could, holding back the yelp that wanted to escape, and glanced around the room. Jayce was nowhere to be seen, and when you leaned back, Viktor’s fingers grazed your shoulder. You purposefully didn’t face him. If you did, you’d only been an inch or two away from his face, and that would’ve been too much to handle. Instead, you clutched your chest and shook your head.
“What the fuck, Viktor.” You rolled your shoulders. “Scared the shit out of me.”
“What?” He pointed down at the second to last line. “I was merely commenting on my own notes. My theory was right after all.”
You thought about Viktor’s mouth on yours and tightened the grip on the book. You needed a subject change.
“Where’s Jayce?”
“Bathroom.” His mouth brushed against your ear and you fought hard not to melt against him. “Enjoying the read?”
“Quite,” you breathed out, a hint of mock annoyance sharpening the word. “Read a few entries before bed last night.”
That’s when you stole a glance at him. There was a heat that flickered in his eyes and it made your entire body tingle. You smiled sweetly.
“Before bed?” His voice was barely loud enough to be considered a whisper.
“Mmhmm.” You nodded and echoed his words. “Before bed.”
You purposefully peered down at his beauty mark above his mouth and then dipped lower, lingering long enough to get your point across. Viktor sucked in a sharp breath and you tried to add in as much sensuality to your voice as you could. Almost surreal feeling, as you met his gaze. Never once did you think you’d ever get to play a game like this with him outside of your dreams.
“Led to a rather restless night.”
“Did it?”
“Oh, yes.”
Viktor looked like how you imagined you looked when wearing the corset. Dilated pupils, uneven breathing, glancing down at what you knew wasn’t a beauty mark. Jayce’s footsteps could be heard outside the door, but Viktor didn’t pull away. Rather, he turned back to the start of the note. Jayce’s footsteps were getting closer and the bravery you’d felt moments ago was starting to slip away. If Jayce caught you two like this, there’d be questions. Ones you weren't ready to answer. Viktor pointed to the second line. As sweet as I imagine she is. His cheek brushed yours as he leaned towards you.
“As sweet as you tasted last night when we kissed,” his voice was barely audible, “that is not what I was thinking about when writing that.”
He stood abruptly, taking your breath with you, his hand dropping and swiping across your barely parted thighs. By the time your brain caught up with itself—heavily focused on the searing stripe his finger had left on your skin and the implication of his words—Viktor was back at his station and Jayce was entering the room. The inventor smiled at you and you tried your best to mimic the innocence he conveyed, completely unaware of what he'd just interrupted...yet again. But it was hard when you were sitting there thinking about Viktor’s words. About his mouth somewhere other than yours. Somewhere lower.
It took every ounce of self-control not to excuse yourself. It didn't help that when you shifted in your seat, you could feel just how much Viktor’s words affected you. Although, you could only sit with your thighs pressed together, ignoring the wetness between your legs for so long. You lasted fifteen more minutes before you said your goodbyes. But Viktor stopped you as you started to pack your bag. All he did was stretch out his arm and hold his hand out expectantly.
You peered down at the journal and frowned. Viktor nodded down at his hand and quirked a smile. Reluctantly, you handed the book over. And while you weren’t exactly an expert at reading lips, you could’ve sworn he’d mouthed good girl when you put the book in his hand. Trying your best to muster up the most unbothered, unaffected look possible when your mind was swimming so deep in the gutter that you were practically in the Undercity, you cleared your throat.
“If you need me, I’ll be studying in the library.”
To nobody’s surprise, you got very little studying done. If you’d been there with the sole purpose of thinking about Viktor, you would’ve accomplished your goal within the hour. But as you tried to divide your brainpower, thinking about Viktor—that is not what I was thinking about when writing that seemed to be etched permanently in your mind—and studying your academic notes and required texts, you were giving yourself a headache. The letters and numbers were blurring together, and for a second, you forgot you weren’t studying mathematics.
Two hours of studying later, an afternoon class you thought about skipping, and dinner at the dining hall later, you were trudging down the hallway towards the kitchen. You wanted to bake the endless thoughts away. Who would’ve thought one man would grind you down so hard without even touching you? The same man who was standing beside the stove, pouring freshly brewed coffee into a mug. He glanced over his shoulder when you shuffled through the doorway and reached for a second mug. He handed you the first before pouring the second.
The room felt like it had yesterday when he had come in while you were baking. Three sizes too small. Still, you chose to stand beside him, back against the counter, blowing aimlessly on the scorching liquid. You practically melted at the first sip. Viktor poured a bit of milk into his, stirred it, and returned to his spot leaning on the counter.
“Out of curiosity,” Viktor ran his fingers over the brim of his mug. “How many notes did you actually read?”
“Three, counting the one in the lab today.”
He hmmed and took a sip of his drink.
“Which ones?”
You used taking another drink to stall. They were his notes, so the embarrassment you felt shouldn’t have been so potent. But you couldn’t ignore the heat building on your cheeks.
“The night of the party where Jayce got drunk and the one you’d written after our...interaction...in here yesterday.” Your eyes fell on the stool Viktor had been sitting on yesterday. The urge to kiss him was growing stronger by the second. “And, of course, the one about the prototype. But you already know about that one.”
“I do.” He ran a hand through his hair and stole a glance at you. “I imagine the night would’ve been far more restless had you read that one last night.”
You locked eyes.
“We had to cut things short, Viktor, it would’ve been restless regardless.”
His eyes seemed to darken and his hold grew tense on his mug. Your teeth captured your bottom lip as you stared at him, trying to work through his unreadable expression. For a brief moment, you thought he was going to change his mind. Say that last night shouldn’t have happened. The thought made you stand up straighter. You dug your nails into your palm, waiting for the hammer to come down onto the nail, piercing your heart and making last night a distant, painful memory.
And then Viktor spoke.
“Please do not make me stand here any longer pretending I want to drink this coffee when I really want to kiss you.”
You blinked at him, processing the words. When they finally registered, when your brain caught up with what you were screaming internally, you sat your mug down and practically launched yourself at Viktor. It hadn’t even been twenty-four hours, but you kissed him like you hadn’t seen him in weeks.
It was perfect.
His hands came to your waist with a bit more confidence than they had last night, steadying you as your mouth met his. You had no shame as you pressed your entire body against him, desperate to feel every inch of him. He tasted like coffee, and just like last night, he let you take the reigns, dragging him down to you, kissing him until it felt like your lips were bruised. He groaned, and you tangled your hands in his hair, gasping when his hands dipped lower and lower until he tapped the underside of your thighs. He barely had time to move the coffee cups before you hoisted yourself up onto the counter.
He was between your legs instantly. He got your jacket off faster than he had last night, breaking the kiss to trail his mouth along your jaw. He cradled your head as he moved down your neck, expertly nipping at your skin as he explored your neck. When he sucked on your sweet spot and earned a stifled moan from you, he paused, repeated the action, and grinned against you when you duplicated the sound.
The bastard. An inventor. A scientist. A man dedicated to his craft. He took notes on his interactions with you, noted the tiniest observations. He was going to treat you with the exact same regard. He was going to be just as dedicated, just as methodical, just as determined when it came to pleasing you. And it showed as he unbuttoned your shirt, paying particular attention to your clavicle when he dragged his teeth over it and your moan echoed out in the kitchen.
“Vik,” you stuttered out, wrapping your arms around him, clawing at his vest. It was meant to be a plea, but it only egged him on. Frustratingly, his hands had found a permanent home on your waist. “The door is still open.”
“Then,” he whispered as he brought his mouth to yours, “you better keep quiet lest you want someone to find us.”
You rolled your hips against the obvious hardness and Viktor’s groan rumbled in your ear.
“We,” he corrected. “We better remain quiet.”
His hands twitched before going back up to undo a few more buttons on your top. You, on the other hand, were far less patient. You wanted to do exactly what had been cut short last night, and Viktor nearly keeled over when you pressed your palm to him. He muttered a curse against your shoulder as you ran your hand up and down the bulge in his pants. He was hard, hot, and the tips of his fingers dug deliciously into your arms as he very clearly tried to maintain some sense of composure.
“What was that about staying quiet?” You asked as innocently as possible, dialing it up to ten knowing it’d drive him mad. And it did.
Viktor grabbed your wrist, harsh and tight, and jerked your hand from his erection.
“If you keep that up, I will not last much longer. And I would very much like to.”
The corner of your mouth twitched, fighting a smug grin. One that was quickly wiped away as Viktor jerked you to the edge of the counter. He pushed your legs open, and you expected him to go for the hem of your skirt next, maybe slide his hand between your legs, but he didn’t. Instead, he adjusted his left leg until you were settled both on top of that and the counter, and you gasped as it pressed between your legs.
His hands on your hips guided you, each roll satiating before worsening the pressure between your legs. He hummed happily in your ear.
“It’s a shame you only got to read those three entries.” You could barely hear him. He was a master at keeping his voice quiet. “I was starting to develop a second theory, based off the first. Started a few weeks ago, when you fell asleep on me in the lab. One of the few times I’ve been grateful for that couch.”
His words took a second to sink in as he kept guiding your hips along his thigh. It felt so damn good, you were starting to wholly lose yourself. Your brows pinched and Viktor flexed his thigh, and you reached around and tangled your hands in his hair, dragging your nails along his scalp.
Couch. Your eyes clamped shut. You’d been in the lab studying. Curled up on the couch that Jayce had requested since he and Viktor had been spending so much time in there lately. You’d been reading when Viktor sat down beside you with his own book. The couch was big enough to fit four people—it had to be with how tall he and Jayce were—yet the two of you occupied the center-most portion. Thighs touching, shoulders nudging, elbows bumping occasionally. And then, when your eyes suddenly grew heavy, instead of laying your head down on the armrest, you opted for Viktor’s shoulder. Which then, at some point after that, turned into his lap.
When you woke up an hour later, Viktor had stretched out beneath you, book open and resting on his chest, head on one of the throw pillows. One arm was hooked around you, the other was dangling off the couch, and one of his legs was in a very dangerous position: right between your legs. No matter how you tried to move, no matter how little you tried to adjust, his thigh pressed frustratingly wonderfully against you. And by the time Viktor stirred awake, you were flustered beyond belief. So embarrassed that you practically flung yourself off of him before he could put two and two together.
But as he guided your hips a little faster, it seemed that attempt was futile.
“I must admit, you’re a sight to behold when you’re flustered. A close second to this.” He pressed a quick kiss to your lips and chuckled softly after a few seconds. “I’m hurt you’re not asking what my second theory is.”
“What happened to keeping quiet?” Your voice was obviously strained and Viktor smiled as he moved to your neck. You were getting close and for some reason, you didn’t want him to know.
“Ask me.”
“I should’ve kept palming you-”
“Ask me.”
You threw your head back partially in frustration, partially in pleasure.
“What’s your second theory, Viktor?”
He grinned wider and said nothing.
“Viktor.” You were growing impatient.
He laughed quietly, breath fanning out against your neck.
“I didn’t say I was going to tell you.” He stood back abruptly and ran a hand through his hair. Had you not had to catch yourself from falling off the counter, you would’ve thrown something at him. He took a few deep breaths, reached for his cane, and smoothed out his clothes. A faint blush tinged his cheeks, but his grin beamed brighter than it. “But the theory...it requires some assistance.”
You were seconds away from cursing him.
“Does it?” You snapped, and Viktor’s smile only grew.
“Come by my room later—midnight.”
You scoffed at him. “Really? And if I ask why, are you going to tell me to just show up?”
Viktor’s eyes shined as he ran his gaze over you. You felt like a piece of steel shoved into a forge as you stood there. Immoveable, burning, waiting to be absolutely pounded. If your knees weren’t weak, body recovering from the whiplash of being close to orgasm to standing feet away from the man causing it, you would’ve run back to him and kissed him until he took you on that counter. But then he turned and started towards the door, and you half expected him to leave your question unanswered.
Then his voice rang out in the vast room.
“Because I want to know if you’re as sweet as I imagine you are.”
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quacksonbarnes · 6 months ago
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Fight or Flight (2.)
Pairing: Viktor x Childhood Friend! Reader
Warnings: Angst, fluff, NSFW, soft dom!Viktor, shower sex (this is my first time attempting full on smut help)
Word Count: 4.6k
Requested: Part 2 of the first request!
Viktor examines the injuries you sustained during the fight whilst reprimanding you (A/N: Readers apartment is a room within the Academy!)
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Your limbs ached with every step you took, your body screaming with exhaustion. The flickering light ahead of you providing just enough exposure to know where you were going. The bridge was always bittersweet to cross, knowing how much bloodshed had occurred over the piece of architecture. A symbol of sorts, bridging two sides of completely different coins.
Stumbling forward, a dull throbbing between your temples caused your vision to blur slightly. Focusing on holding the makeshift ice-pack to your cheek, which once was pressed to your split lip.
The corner of your lip twitched at the thought that once returning to your apartment you could rest easy. Bastian was going to provide the funds for another few weeks due to your victory tonight, and that meant your sister would have food on the table. However, not an education... just yet. 
Gripping the railing of the bridge, your knuckles almost turned white at the force. You needed sleep desperately, and some pain killers. Your free hand fell to your bag that was slung over your shoulder, the one that Bastian had reminded you to grab before you left. You may have kept some in there, the only problem was you had no hydration to keep them down, apart from your own saliva.
Your mind wandered as you tried to distract yourself from the physical toll the fought took on you. You wondered if Viktor was still tinkering in the lab, working tirelessly for the price of progress. He was like that ever since he was a little kid, selflessly caring for others instead of himself. You reminisced on the time he'd shown you his mechanical boat he’d made, as you both ran after it. You had helped him up after he’d tumbled to the ground, losing his invention in the process. 
A couple days later, he showed up with it once again, however he never disclosed to you how he got it back. 
You smiled fondly as you remembered yet another memory. He’d organized an entire picnic for your birthday, attempting to prepare restaurant level food to prove to you that his culinary skills had improved. You thought he was taking a jab at your inability to cook as you’d never learnt whilst growing up.
He’d informed you that his mother had taught him, although he didn’t consider it a hobby. Once she passed, he’d stopped.
Your gaze fell to the cement below you... If only he’d seen you in this state, you couldn’t begin to imagine his distaste. His disappointment. 
You’d gone out of your way to cover up the yellow-brown bruises that decorated your body after each fight, not wanting Viktor to comment on them. The grazes were harder to cover up, so you lied, blaming them on your clumsy nature. He didn’t take much notice of it or so you’d thought. 
It must’ve been past midnight when you finally made it back to the Academy. Roaming through the eerily empty, not to mention dimly lit halls. A tension had risen in your chest, almost suffocating you. Afraid that if you breathed too harshly, something or most likely someone would jump out at you. 
As you continued forward, your attention was brought to the lab and subsequently, Viktor's room. Passing the door, you halted, internally fighting with yourself to check up on him. It’s not like he’d be able to see your injuries in this lighting anyway, but there was always a slight possibility. 
Allowing your hand to hover over the handle, you tried to convince yourself to leave it. Ultimately failing, you winced as the door creaked loudly at your intrusion. You scanned the room briefly, noting how the blue hue of the hex crystals lit the area in a spectacular fashion. Viktor, on the other hand, was nowhere to be seen. 
You shook your head, he must’ve been so exhausted that he forgot to lock the door. Frowning slightly, you backtracked and pulled the door shut. Not forgetting the bag slung around your shoulder, you dipped your hand into it. Rummaging around you pulled out a set of keys. Squinting, you attempted to choose the right one by feeling around the tip of the key with your fingers. You’d memorized the grooves within the keys and which door they unlocked, it was a skill you prided yourself on. Pressing the golden key into the snug lock, you turned it, hearing a satisfying click. 
“That’s better.” You commented softly to yourself before turning away. Staggering forward a few more steps with a slight limp, you took the next right. Your apartment should be a little further down. Recognising the gold trim on the door, you halted in front of it. Shoving the first key on the chain into the lock, you opened it with haste. 
Stepping forward into the familiar room, you immediately threw your bag onto the quilt covered mattress. Shortly collapsing onto the bed with a huff, you opened one of your eyes, finding yourself staring between the slightly open door of your bathroom. A shower would be real nice right now.
Letting out an annoyed sigh, you rose to your feet. Your hands crossed over one another as you reached for the hem of your singlet, tugging it off in one swoop. Throwing the material onto the ground, you hooked your thumb under the elastic of your tights to pull them down. Inconveniently, they clung to your feet causing you to repeatedly lift your legs so the material would release. 
“I’m too tired for this shit.” You remarked as you stepped forward, pushing the door open and reaching for the light switches on the side of the wall. The light was almost blinding, stunning you for a moment as your vision adjusted. 
The mirror in front of you reflected your reaction, causing you to let out a small laugh at how wrecked you looked. Underneath your eyes were tinted a purple-blue colour, similar to the variety of bruises that decorated your torso and upper arms. Luckily, the makeshift icepack Bastian had gifted you had caused the swelling of your cheek to go down. Your lip however was still puffy, your fingertips traced over it slightly, feeling it tingle underneath the gentle touch. No wonder why Viktor had asked if you’d recently slept, you looked no better than he did. 
Leaning your arms on the marble counter, you hung your head trying not to let your eyelids flutter shut. A slight tapping noise caught your attention for a split second, glancing over your shoulder towards your room. Brow raised, you shook your head. You were probably just hearing things, it wouldn’t be the first time. 
Glancing toward the open shower, you reached your hand behind your back, stretching it uncomfortably to unlatch the hook of your bra. Allowing it to fall to the floor, you softly tugged down your panties and stepped out of them. 
You stumbled right, behind the wall that separated the shower head from the rest of bathroom. Leaning forward, your fingers brushed against the rigid handle forcing it upward to allow for the water to soothe your aching muscles. Closing your eyes, darkness engulfed your vision as you felt the scalding water hit your skin. Turning around on the spot, you tilted your head backward, attempting to run your fingers through your hair. 
“I know where you disappear to now.” 
You slightly jumped, recognizing the accented voice immediately. He sounded close, but not too close. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you poked your head around the wall. His back was leaning against the door frame, using the cane as leverage as he glanced towards your room to avoid eye contact. 
You calmly exhaled, turning back around to lean your arms up against the wall of the shower, “How’d you get in here?”
“Did you forget?” He paused momentarily, ”you gave me an extra key.”
“For emergencies only,” You reiterated, slight annoyance in the tone of your voice. You felt on edge at his presence, along with the fact that you were standing in the shower fully undressed. You knew he had the modesty not to peak.
“You don’t consider this an emergency?” Viktor’s question caused your train of thought to completely cease. This was just further confirmation that he knew what you’d been trying so desperately to cover up. 
You pressed your forehead against the chilling tiles, furrowing your brows and letting out a pained sigh. You didn’t know how to respond, your chest was tightening with every small intake of breath. No matter how this ended, it wasn’t pretty. 
“Let me see,” He demanded, followed by a soft, “please.” 
You crumbled, mumbling a brief ‘okay’. He placed his cane against the wall, hesitating slightly before stepping into the shower. He exhaled slowly, the humidity of the steam caused his breathing to feel uncharacteristically shallow. 
You, on the other hand, held your breath as you felt his presence behind you, refusing to turn around. You didn’t want to see the expression that decorated his features in this very moment. 
“You can breathe you know?” He stated light-heartedly, which caused you to let out a slight chuckle at his attempt to disburse the tension. His bashful awkwardness was endearing. 
Goosebumps began to breakout along your skin as he stepped closer, the water doing nothing to mask your back from him. You felt his warm breath fan against your shoulder as you focused on the tiles beneath you. The pads of his finger tips gently traced over a yellow-brown bruise that decorated your back. You could feel his analytical gaze trailing over your figure, he frowned at each discoloured mark that laid upon your skin. One of his hands ghosted the curve of your waist, aching to touch it but he refrained himself. 
“Why do you do this to yourself?” He whispered softly into your ear, causing you to clench your jaw unable to process his proximity to you in this state. Pushing past the fact that your best friend was seeing your bare body for the first time since you were children, you began to relax under his touch. 
“It’s to support my sister,” You admitted, unconsciously leaning back towards him, following his body heat along with the steaming water. He continued pressing his fingers against your back, softly massaging the bruised area with caution. 
“I thought you said she was alright and safe,” He commented, worry evident in his voice as he continued to work on you. 
“She is...it’s just financial issues with the adoptive family.” You informed him, twisting your head over your shoulder to make eye contact with him as you spoke. His brows furrowed, the corner of his lips threatening to downturn at the information. 
“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” You didn’t miss the frustration within his tone, which caused you to shrink underneath him. Forcing your eyes shut, you braced yourself for the reprimanding you were about to get. 
“I didn’t want to burden you with all my family troubles."
He scoffed at your remark, shaking his head slightly. You felt his hand press against the bottom of your spine, causing you to let out a pained hiss at the contact. He’d touched the exact part you had landed on tonight. Viktor immediately retracted his hands whilst mumbling, “Sorry, I didn’t realise you were that tender.”
“It’s alright,” You responded, slightly missing the feel of his soft hands kneading your aching muscles. He took your reassurance as an indication to continue, moving your soaking hair over your shoulder with one finger. 
“This doesn’t excuse the fact you have to look after yourself better,” He whispered softly, pushing his thumb in an upward motion from the base of your shoulder to your neck. You attempted to stifle a whimper, face flushing from the embarrassment. 
You leant your head back, resting it against his shoulder as he basically held you up. You realised he was still wearing his vest, his clothes now soaking due to the water. He didn’t seem to mind, focused on you relaxing underneath his touch.
You let out a soft sigh, “Only if you do it first." 
“An ultimatum?”
You nodded breathlessly, smiling slightly at the humour within his rhetorical question. 
“I can work with that.”
The soft smile on your face began to drop, chewing nervously on your lip as you came to your senses, “Viktor, what are we doing?” 
“I’m showing you how much appreciation you deserve,” He stated nonchalantly, “Turn around.”
You obeyed his command, mouth slightly parting as he stepped closer. Water droplets falling from his shaggy brunette hair that now stuck to his face. You were enamoured by the desire in his gaze. His amber eyes burning into yours. 
You ignored the stinging sensation of the water against the cuts that decorated your cheek, your eyes flickering from his amber ones down to his lips briefly. The corner of his lip twitched at your slip up.
He raised his hand, cupping your jaw softly as he brushed his thumb against the new injuries. You nuzzled into his palm, following after the warmth as he smirked.
“You split your lip.” He remarked as if it was the most obvious thing ever. His comment caused you to unconsciously dart your tongue out to wet your bottom lip. The simplicity of the action made him physically react. 
Surging forward, he pressed his clothed body against your undressed one. The material of his vest brushing against you in the nicest way possible. His lips pressed against yours with fervour, his hand latching comfortably around your hip.
The coolness of the tiles against your bare back allowed a surprised squeak to escape your lips at his abrupt actions. All those years of pent up frustration and tension were being released in this very moment, and it felt perfect. 
You melted underneath him, hands finding themselves pulling at his soaking vest. You swiped your tongue against his bottom lip, coaxing it open to deepen the kiss. He followed your direction before breaking away, allowing you to unbutton the wet material that clung to his torso.
You rested your forehead against his as he helped, ripping off the vest and beginning to pull off his white undershirt that was now see-through.
"Someone's eager," It was your turn to tease, smiling fondly up at the scientist. His gaze softened at your grin, his thumb brushing against your cheek once again before responding, "It's hard not to be around you."
His response caused a blush to rise to your cheeks, becoming almost bashful. However, he couldn’t recognize the physical reaction due to the steam of the shower already making your face flushed. Your arms trailed down the sides of his torso before hooking into his belt, pulling him closer as you unbuckled it. 
His palm cupped your breast, kneading it softly before running a thumb around your nipple. You faltered, a whine escaping your lips as you focused on his repeated motion. 
“So responsive,” He hummed, intently watching your expression change at his exploration of your body. He’d imagined this moment so many times but it was incomparable with reality. He couldn’t comprehend that you were falling apart under his touch. 
In retaliation to his comment, you pressed your hand against his length. Cupping him through the fabric of his boxers in such a way that it made him sharply inhale. You caught your bottom lip between your teeth at his reaction, gazing up at him through your lashes.
His hand gripped your wrist, causing confusion to spread across your face. Shaking his head, he reiterated, “This is meant to be about you.”
A disappointed huff left you at his comment, causing him to respond with, “Next time.” You nodded, excitement coursing through your body at the promise of a next time. His grip on your wrist tightened as he lifted your arm, holding it above you against the tiles. You busied your other hand by placing it on his shoulder. 
His head dipped down to enclose his mouth around your nipple, causing you to let out a pleasured sigh at the sensation. Your impatience was getting the better of you. He swirled his tongue in such a way it nearly made your knees buckle. 
His name fell from your lips like a mantra, something he’d never get tired of hearing. You took it as an opportunity to run your fingers through his dripping hair, brushing it back out of his face. He obviously appreciated the gesture as his hand ghosted between your thighs, almost making you close them together in a desperate attempt for friction. 
Awkwardly, he attempted to get onto his knees without causing his leg any extra discomfort. You held you hands out toward him to use them as leverage, scared he’d hurt himself, especially in the shower. 
Once comfortable, he hooked his hands around the underside of your thighs to pull you closer to him. You sharply exhaled at the sight in front of you. The man you’d been pining over for years, eagerly on his knees for you. 
He teasingly trailed his fingers up the inner side of your thigh, you let out a whine of frustration at his hesitance. Internally, you felt like you were a second away from spontaneously combusting. 
“Viktor, If you don't hurry up-,” Your plea was cut short as he leant forward, pressing his thumb against your clit. He began slowly moving it in figure eight motions, processing the expressions on your face whilst doing so. 
“What were you saying?” He questioned smugly, gazing up at you as he began to tease your dripping entrance with his nimble fingers. Calculatingly, he ran two of them between your folds. You hummed encouragingly whilst gazing down at him, biting your lip to prevent a whine from escaping. 
“I didn’t think you’d be this much of a tease,” You breathily sighed as he continued to glance up at you, a soft smile decorating his features. As a response, he sunk the two fingers into your cunt until they were knuckle deep. Your whimper was cut short by your breath hitching. He began scissoring his fingers in such a way that it caused your shoulders to slump forward. Your fingers found their way into his soaking brunette hair, attempting to use it as motivation to coax him further. He became rougher with his motions, continuing to experiment and observe the way your body reacted to him. 
Your lips parted, allowing a moan to escape as he sped up his ministrations on your clit. The overall stimulation sent your head reeling. Curling his fingers in an almost ‘come hither’ motion, they grazed against your sweet spot. You swore you nearly came undone right then and there. Your head abruptly hit the tiles behind you, wincing slightly at the accidental jerk. 
“Don’t go hurting yourself again,” He huskily remarked, humour in the tone of his voice before leaning forward and replacing his thumb with his tongue. The contact with your clit sent a shiver up your spine, face heating up due to the lewd sounds of your own wetness. It caught you by surprise how attuned he was with your body. Sucking softly on your clit, he looked up at you with hooded eyes. 
He continued to devour you, pushing you to the edge as his fingers repeatedly curled. Heightened by the way he was lapping up the mess you made. You let out a high-pitched whine as your body began to tremble at his touch. Your abdomen clenched as he felt the way you squeezed his fingers so greedily, making a growl leave his lips which vibrated against your cunt. Your release washed over you in waves. 
“Viktor.” You pleaded, the overstimulation almost hurting as he continued to graze his fingers against your sweet spot. Switching back, he placed his thumb on your abused clit before completely abandoning the idea and replacing it with his nose. 
Tugging his hair slightly to pull his face away from your cunt, he maintained eye contact with you. His chin glistened with your wetness as he darted his tongue out to lick you off his lips. Completely and utterly blissed out, you leant back against the wall, “Where did you learn that?”
He smiled at your question, refusing to answer. Slowly rising to his feet with slight difficulty, he used your torso as a stabiliser. Not allowing yourself a moment to rest, you surged forward, pressing your lips against his swollen ones with relentless passion. 
His arms wrapped around your waist, hiking one of your legs around his waist at the motion. You could still taste the remnants of yourself on his lips. Het let out a soft pant as you pressed yourself further into him.
Pulling back, you latched your lips onto the side of his neck. Suckling softly until you heard him let out a breathy moan. His hand reached out to grab your ass, squeezing it in response. You mumbled against him, “I need you Vik,”
He leant forward, grazing your earlobe with his lips as he responded with, “Then take me.”
His demand spurred you on, hooking your fingers underneath the elastic of his boxers, you tugged them down. 
Your eyes widened as you took in the size of him, admiring how swollen the tip was and the precum that dripped down it. Although, you weren’t sure he was going to fit. 
You stepped forward once again, enclosing your fist around his length. He hissed at the contact as you began pumping him in rhythmic motions. Running your fingers over the tip teasingly, he let out a stuttered moan. Pressing you against the wall, his hot breath fanned against your neck before placing soft kisses against it. Focusing on rolling his hips against you for some sort of friction. 
You used your hand to guide him to your entrance, lining him up and letting out a nervous sigh. Viktor pulled away when he heard the sigh that fell from your lips, analysing it immediately.  
His thumb and forefinger caught your chin, observing your wrinkled forehead and furrowed brows. He lifted your head upward so you’d make eye contact with him. 
“I’ll be gentle,” He hushed with sincerity, his amber eyes sparkling with another emotion you couldn’t decipher. He cupped the underside of your jaw, brushing his thumb against your skin reassuringly. In response, you pressed a kiss to his palm. 
He dipped his head, making sure you were alright with continuing before guiding himself into you. You exhaled sharply at the intrusion, mouth parting as he stretched you. You let your forehead fall onto his shoulder to hide the expression you were making. 
The sounds spilling from your mouth made him want to swallow them up. He pushed himself further into you, coaxing more sweet noises from you. The sensory stimulation caused your body to pulse against him. 
You dug your nails into the supple skin of his back as you adjusted to every inch you took, noticing how his skin was hot to the touch. He was filling you perfectly, causing you to feel slightly light-headed. 
“You’re doing so well.” He mumbled, pressing a kiss to your wet hair as you nodded against him. One of his hands gripped the underside of your thigh as your leg pressed him further into you until he completely bottomed out. His stance slightly faltered, causing your brows to furrow. 
“Don’t overexert yourself.” You reminded him, afraid that this was too much pressure on his leg. Although he didn’t seem bothered and continued to rut against you. He dislodged one of your arms from gripping onto his back and instead intertwined his fingers with yours. Pressing your hand up against the wall again, he squeezed your hand reassuringly.  
Pulling nearly all the way out, he teased you by easing in particularly slow. Feeling him drag against your walls, you moaned against his throat. He punctuating his teasing with rough thrusts immediately after, the erratic rhythm causing you to clench around him. The sound of skin on skin contact filled the bathroom, adding to both the pleasure and embarrassment you were currently feeling. 
You pressed your swollen lips against his in an almost teeth shattering kiss, tilting your head to the side as you dipped your tongue into his mouth. Tasting him as well as stray water droplets from the showerhead. He returned the kiss, licking into your mouth as a fight for dominance. Although this time, you ended up winning. 
You arched your back, rolling your hips against his as he continued to rut into you at a consistent pace. The position allowed him to reach deeper inside you, ultimately making you let out a shameless cry as your body shook with bliss. His hand dropped, thumb pressed snugly against your clit as he began to rub it in tantalizing circles. Your hands gripped his biceps to steady yourself. 
“You’re so fucking tight.” His praise sent your head reeling, body tingling at the way the words rolled off his tongue. It took you completely off guard, usually he was so composed. You smiled, knowing that it was your cunt that degraded him to the point of swearing. 
“Viktor, I c-can’t...” You stuttered, nose brushing against his as you maintained eye contact with him. He nodded, pressing his forehead against you in mutual understanding. Goosebumps littered your skin as you felt the coil in your abdomen tightening to the breaking point. His ministrations on your clit continued to fasten as you felt his hips begin to stutter. 
Your lips parted, forming a silent ‘O’ shape as your body convulsed against his. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you further into him as you both climaxed. 
He released inside of you, filling you to the brim with his cum. The warmth travelled from your core to throughout your body. He halted as you nuzzled your head between his neck and shoulder, embarrassed from being unable to control your spasming body. 
You breathed slowly as he slumped forward against you. Using you as a stabilizer of sorts as he regained his energy. Your core ached as he slid out of you, watching intently as his cum dripped onto the shower floor. It began to wash away due to the water. 
He took in your appearance, face flushed, lips swollen and a blissfully dazed expression decorating your features. You looked beautiful in this state, he wanted to see it more. 
“I didn’t even get to wash my hair,” You let out a humoured chuckle at your sudden realisation. Stepping forward slightly, you realised your legs were still shaking from the aftershocks of your orgasm. His hands comfortably found a place on your hips which caused you to smile softly up at him. The newfound intimacy made butterflies erupt in your stomach. 
“Let me.” He offered to which you attempted to decline, crossing your arms over your chest. You shook your head in defiance as he began to step back, turning your body around and inching you backwards into water and further towards him. The heat of the water took you by surprise, gasping and running your hands over your face to rid it of the droplets. Your body temperature immediately dipped once in contact with the cold, yet humid air. 
“You’ve done enough.” You insisted sincerely, a slight frown gracing your features as you followed his movements. He chuckled slightly at your reaction to the water. Patting you on the hip reassuringly, he responded with, “I insist.”
Viktor reached for the purple bottle of shampoo that sat comfortably inside the indentation of the wall. Squirting the liquid on his hands, he began to lather them together. 
He pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder as he massaged your head, protecting your eyes from the suds. You nearly collapsed from exhaustion.
“Your water bill is going to be through the roof.” He muttered disapprovingly.
“And whose fault is that?” You remarked, almost feeling him roll his eyes at your comment. Totally worth it.
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dicax-asina · 26 days ago
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What are some of your favorite Perv!Viktor thoughts? Any ideas on what you think he does?
Oh, anon. I have some. Here you go. Suggestive content under the cut.
Let’s start things off with his #1 character flaw: he thinks the fact that he’s otherwise sneaky applies to this, too.
Spoiler: it does not
His #2 character flaw: he has a serious case of down bad disease
It’s subtle at first. You call out his name in a bit more of a desperate tone when a stack of books you’re carrying threatens to topple over.
He’s stuck in place. He wants to help, he really does. But his brain, his brilliant, brilliant brain does not tell him to grab his cane and help you steady your balance. His brilliant, cruel brain contorts your tone, slots it into all kinds of scenarios. You, head thrown back, legs tightening around him, drawing him deep, crying out his name. You, burying your hands in his hair, grinding yourself against his tongue harder, taking what you need from him. You, on your knees—
He startles when the books scatter across the floor with awfully loud thuds, apologizes profusely for quote, unquote not picking up on your voice. You know how it is, with the council, with the investors, he’s got a lot to think about.
Another time, after you’ve finished eating some pastries for lunch, Viktor notices crumbs at the side of your lips
He tries very, very hard not to stare, and instead, to instruct you where to brush them off
He succeeds in neither task
You suggest he does it for you. He tries not to think too hard about the implications of it, and, instead, thumbs at the upper corner of your lips
Subconsciously, the rest of his hand slides under your chin, angling it upwards
Mark him down as horny and scared when you hum gently, tilting your face further towards him
Poor man chokes on his own spit before he can even blush properly
And yet, he lets his thumb drag, across your lip, reveling in the plush feel of it below before you retreat and thank him
Yep, that one’s going in the spank bank
He’ll be jacking off that moment for weeks on end. Now he finally, finally has a sample, an idea, about what your lips would feel like when he taps the head of his cock against them
That idea sticks with him. God, does it fucking stick with him.
In a very futile attempt at being subtle, he buys Jayce some chocolate, and you, a lollipop. He didn’t know what exactly you’d like, he explains, and he wanted to show his appreciation for so many months of smooth collaboration. That’s it.
He knows his suffering is self-inflicted, but he could die a happy man watching your cheek bulge when you tuck the lollipop between it and your teeth as you work on an equation, at the table beside him
He could die a very happy man when you pop it out of your mouth and let it drag against your lips
He will die a terrified man as you stand up, walking towards him, and ask him if he’s feeling alright
Viktor can’t register what you’re saying, not when you deposit the candy against your cheek once more. He only knows that his soul leaves his body when you smooth a hand over his forehead, and conclude that he’s burning up
Oh, he’s burning up, alright
He insists that he’s fine
You don’t buy it
With a huff, you turn on your heels to go fetch him some medicine and a glass of water
Viktor leans against his desk, getting up just in time to catch your sleeve and insist that he’s fine, honestly, he’s fine, he’s never been better, actually
Until your eyes drift lower
Oh
He definitely has never been better, that’s for sure
Especially when you smirk up at him in what seems to be like triumph
Perhaps a confirmation of a burning suspicion, or, Viktor dares to hope, proof of the fact that your feelings are not so different from his
Your answer isn’t what he expects
You ask if you’re the cause of it
If only you knew the cause of just how much more you were
Still, Viktor nods. Somehow. Barely. Part of him suspects this is just another dream he’ll wake up from with a heaving chest and cum-soaked underwear
When you take the lollipop stick between your fingers, letting your tongue loll out as you drag it out of your mouth, he knows for a fact it isn’t
You tap the sticky, sugary thing to his lips, your tone is demanding
Hold this for me, you say
Viktor’s mind is already going fuzzy at the mere idea of swapping saliva with you, even impersonally, like this
He realizes he’ll be swapping more than just saliva as you kneel and unzip his slacks
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whirlybirbs · 6 months ago
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do u ever plan to write for viktor from arcane? 👀
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✶   —   tinkering   ;   viktor / f!reader
summary: you’re the third founding member of hextech. you and viktor have a working relationship that’s blossomed into something a bit more lovesick.
word count: 1.8k
pairing: viktor / f!reader
a/n: i have been really pining for him these last few days so enjoy work-crush dialed to 1,000 on the mush level ft. jayce being the third wheel bestie we deserve. this gif is by @solidago-sempervirens​‘s beautiful set here!
They're late.
When you spy only one of your two Hextech partners nearing, your jaw falls open slightly.
"Where's—?" 
You don't even finish the question.
Jayce is clearly in a rush; he's just now — as he takes two plush, velvet stairs at a time — rolling down the sleeves to his dress shirt. He offers up his best apologetic look as he juggles his suit jacket. Despite your tiny twinge of annoyance that the two had left you to entertain the ravenously curious guests alone, you cave almost immediately when he peaks around your shoulder and curses at the full meeting hall.
Tucked in a back corner of the gilded, marble ballroom a string quartet plays.
"He's still downstairs," Jayce explains in a slight whisper as guests flow around you both; his warm eyes bounding from you to the guests and back to you; he clears his throat, "Tinkering — you know how he is... "
"Casting stones at glass houses are we?" you joke, exhaling as Jayce struggles into his suit jacket. You reach to smooth down his lapel, "Do I need to go and coax him out?"
"If I'm being honest I don't think he ever had any interest in attending," Jayce supplants between a rushed thank you, "I owe you."
"You do — now go, stakeholders are asking all sorts of questions... Mostly about when you'd show up," you wave him on as a waiter passes. You grab two flutes of champagne in a smooth move and offer your best smile in thanks. You turn back to Jayce, "Piltover's finest seem interested in you, poster-boy."
"Yea, well," Jayce rolls his shoulders and grabs a drink of his own — shedding his skin as an inventor in an uncannily seamless manner. Suddenly, he's giving you the smirk he reserves for the truest moments of camaraderie, "Don’t be long. And do give my love to Viktor."
You give him an unamused glare. The flat narrow of your lashes makes the man laugh into his drink. With a well-practiced eye-roll, you turn on your heel and move to descend the stairs to the main lobby.
"Don't let them eat you alive, Talis," you snark over your shoulder, unable to hide your evident smile.
"Let us pray they do!" he calls back at the sight of it digging into the corner's of your lips, “Don’t take too long!”
The delicate pluck of a violin's strings carries itself through the evening air. Through the courtyard, across the rotunda. You opt to take the long way around, lest you get suckered into another riveting conversation about trade taxation increases with some would-be politician in the lift to the lower floor.
With so many guests meandering around at the symposium above, they've left the lights on.
You balance the flutes of champagne neatly as you move easily towards the wing where Hextech has found refuge in recent months. With the Hexgates set to begin construction in a month's time, late nights in the these labs have become a regular occurrence. You've made this exact trek a thousand times — sometimes well beyond midnight, at the call of a dream; when magic carries a breakthrough on its wings.
Your heels click neatly across the floor — and you can see the glow of the lab alive beneath the heavy door barring entrance.
It's unlocked.
You bump the door open with your hip.
Viktor is — to Jayce's credit — tinkering.
He looks quite handsome.
He's wearing something different from his usual academic attire — something darker, with a wine colored dress shirt and an inky black suit jacket hung over his chair-back.
Immediately, the tinkering ceases. You note the very deliberate stillness of his hands when you poke your head around the door; your earrings sway and twing like bells in the evening air. Viktor's face lifts at your appearance; and for a moment, the schematics are forgotten.
Perhaps he should have gone upstairs.
"I've brought good tidings...?"
It's as if you're asking permission to pull him from his work. As if he'd ever say no.
Your humor eases the throat-catching hitch of his heart enough — and his rasp of a laugh is wholly real. Viktor drops his head, to denote a bit of an apology, as you move from around the door and let it swing shut behind you.
It's then that he gets a good look at your dress — and once more, he nips at his inner self for refuting the invitation to the symposium. He had a habit of doing so. A habit that he's recently begun to oppose. It's as if he can't spend enough time around you. You, his business partner. You, the one soul he spends more time around than Jayce. You're his equal. His friend. His most trusted confidant.
Hell alive, he thinks you're the most beautiful woman in the cosmos.
The gilded jewelry at your throat catches the low, humming blue emittance from the Hexcore as you pass its confinement. Your hand is extended, offering the flute of champagne to him in his seat at his desk.
"I... Time escaped me," Viktor supplies as his amber eyes move across your face, "I apologize."
Viktor takes the champagne with a quiet thank you. You ignore the way his fingers still against yours — and the way shyness curls into your heart at the touch.
"I'm jealous, really," you chide playfully as you lean against the lip of his desk. You peak over your shoulder at the papers on the desk.
Viktor hums out a soft chuckle as he tips the drink back to take a sip. "Should I assume you were looking for a reason to get away, then?"
You watch the movement — stuck on the glimpse of his throat. His tie is loose. Clearly, he and Jayce had been having one of their rather animated back-and-forth's. The sort that always came when you had put your focus forward...
The three of you... Well, Jayce and Viktor are everything to you. Recently, though, things with Viktor have been different.
Even Jayce has seen it.
He's caught onto the sparks that electify the air each time an excited breakthrough breeches the surface — the way you two connect gazes, with eager smiles hanging onto the closeness shared and breaths abated. There are these moments in the flow of work where forlorn looks are cast across the room; always when the other isn't looking. In the haze of ingenuity, where praise spills, where cheeks are split with bashful smiles and lingering hands upon excited hands.
Is this the burn of fondness, then? Slow and steady, as promised as the rise of the run?
His question isn't an easy one.
Quiet slips between you two. Somewhere, outside the large windows, you can still hear the strings winding a long tune.
You look down at your heels and toe the tile. 
“It’s all so boring — stuffy. You know how it is,” you mutter quietly with a sigh, “And if I’m being honest? I’d much rather be down here... With our work, our projects...”
A pause. You move to gently pick up the set of notes he was reading prior to your interuption. It does well to shield the uncertainty in the coming confession.
“...With you.” 
You flash your gaze to him.
Viktor blinks. Suddenly, he’s rushing to stand. His champagne is left to sit on the desk as he reaches for his cane and bears his weight, squaring his posture away to his full height. He’s not small by any means. Tall, elegant. As handsome as he is clever. 
Quickly, he assess the comment — and he finds no humor. At first, it’s entirely distressing. He isn’t sure whether to laugh this off or to hang onto the small, possible promise of affections shared for a moment longer. Outside, the stars glimmer a little brighter at the thought. 
“I — uh... You...?” suddenly, words a little harder than he remembers; the admission comes like a lightning strike on a calm day. He clears his throat as you gently place down the papers and turn your eyes up to him. He levels his voice and his accent makes the question near poetic, “...Do you mean that?” 
This time, you’re the sheepish one. Your attention flicks between his eyes and his mouth. You’re reading his expression, trying to understand the microcosms of emotion brewing there. 
“Lying is unbecoming,” is the slow, chaste remark earned. It’s sheepish. Shy. Sweet. 
Viktor’s laugh is delayed — chased down by the immeasurable rush of affection that blooms in his heart. 
Then, there’s another crawl of quiet between you. 
This one is easy. Warm. Gentle. 
Both of you hold one another’s gazes with bitten smiles. It’s Viktor whose laugh breaks the silence when his grin becomes too big, too tender to keep back — it’s breathless and enarmored. He ducks his head. 
You chew the inside of your lip.
“Well, if I’m being honest,” comes the pointed drawl of his words as his hand reaches for yours, “I was agonizing over just how I’d ask you for a dance...”
It’s your turn to laugh. Your face feels hot now at the center of his attention. Long fingers turn your palm over, admiring the delicate bands of gold along your knuckles. You’ve painted your nails. 
"Though, now I’m not sure I’d be brave enough to ask the most beautiful woman in all of Piltover to dance.” 
Your lips part in a shocked breath. Viktor smiles. His hand leaves yours to drift to the delicate silk of your sleeve, to trace the cut-outs along your arm. His thumb ventures the curve of your shoulder. As if your orbit has latched onto his, you’re drawn in — the palm of your hand meets the sharp contour of his jaw.
“Flattery will get you anywhere—” you muster in a whisper, deflecting the praise that has your head spinning. 
“—Honesty. It’s honesty,” he corrects gently.
And, perhaps this moment would have ended with more than lovesick looks and tenderness passed between touch. Perhaps, Viktor would have kissed you in the quiet of the lab, beneath the glow of the Hexore, to the tender swell of a string qaurtet in the lower gardens. Perhaps, you two would have decided to share a dance here. In private, in heart and hand. 
Perhaps.
But, Jayce has a habit of poor timing.
He nearly falls over himself at the sight of his two closest friends entwined, a breath apart — and immediately the door is swinging back to clock him in the side as he trips forward and shouts out a loud apology. The tray of cakes in his hands tumble with him, clattering loudly as he laughs sheepishly and regains his balance. 
“Sorry—!”
Is he? 
You snap away from Viktor, moving to gather up your respective glass and play off the closeness with easy, slinking movements. Your own sheepishness is hidden in a well-played cough. Viktor, however, remains unmoved. Steady. Heavily vested in your small moment.
“I... I wasn’t meaning to interupt—”
“We were just about to join you,” comes Viktor’s easy reply, albeit his eyes are stuck to you the entire time he speaks. He raises a hand and waves Jayce off, “Weren’t we?”
You blink at him. Your lashes flutter. 
Then, you sip your champagne and nod. 
“Of course.”
After all, you owe him a dance.
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moonlight-in-the-sea · 3 months ago
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medieval au with arcane characters
ft. jayce, viktor, silco, vander, vi, jinx, caitlyn, ekko, finn, grayson, sevika, local cuisine
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prince!jayce who is the prince of a small, run-down country that has long since left its glory days behind, coming to your kingdom to ask for your hand in marriage to save his country from ruin. you, being the sole heir to the throne, have no shortage of suitors, jayce being one of many, a speck of sand in the desert. but he gets his chance like everyone else, and in the one day he gets to spend with you, he somehow manages to leave an impression. he starts off as standoffish. he isn't all fake pleasantries like his peers, but that doesn't mean he's any less plastic. he has to win you over, the fate of his entire kingdom depends on it. yet his personality can't help but shine through as he subtly challenges you when conversing, weighing your responses, testing you— a member of the royal family, to see if you're worthy of your title. and suddenly his face is more interesting than the rose bushes of the colossal royal gardens, and a competitive spark has been light. what starts off as a contest develops into something more. his eyes burn with determination to get the biggest catch and place first just to show off for you in the hunting competition. his hands get clammy before your daily walks, fixing his hair repeatedly before stepping into your line of sight. his breath lodges in his throat when he lays his eyes on you during the grand ball, and Viktor has to nudge him to remind him he has yet to give you the greeting you're looking for. selfish as it may sound, suddenly it's not his kingdom's future he is trying so hard for, but his own.
advisor!viktor who lets out a miserable sigh, shooting an exasperated look in the prince's direction whenever he bumbles like a fool when trying to seduce the royal heir, smiling sheepishly at you when you catch his expressions. as the royal heir's right hand, it's your job to make sure everything is accounted for and that his stay in your kingdom is comfortable, so when prince jayce takes off to spend time with the royal heir, you set up a small table for him in a remote corner of the gardens—you've noticed that he doesn't like people in general, an odd quirk to have for someone with his station, lined with small delicacies the two of you munch on as you sip the herbal tea you chose for the day. the man looks tired all the time, like he's about to crumble any minute, so you can't help but take extra care when preparing your afternoon tea. nutritious snacks and herbal remedies for whatever you can think of—fatigue, insomnia, sore muscles, upset stomach, anything really, and he finds it endearing how you try to pick him up through subtle gestures. he greatly enjoys your company, having an engaging conversation with someone is a rare opportunity for him, but he finds that time flows by too fast for his liking when he hears jayce call for him in the distance, biding you a good evening before making his way over to his lord, already looking forward to what you have in store for him tomorrow.
king!silco who usurps the throne by leading a rebellion against the previous king, the kingdom's internal affairs spiraling into chaos as half of the population supports him while the others want him dead for killing the previous king. he comes to your country looking to build strong alliances, and what better candidate is there than you, a member of the most powerful ducal house of the country. he approaches you at a banquet, offering you a glass of wine, all smooth lines and charming smiles. you weren't born yesterday, you know exactly what his intentions are, but indulge him for nothing but your shallow entertainment in your routine life. he visits your estate often, talking about trade and business and investments, something about the relaxed atmosphere and exchanging respectful yet teasing remarks is exhilarating, and it doesn't take much for the number of his weekly visits to increase until your estate is basically hosting him at this point, conversation topics shifting to more casual subjects. one night during dinner he subtly inquires about your marital status—any fiancee? someone you fancy? and you hide your smile behind your goblet as you answer ''no, i have yet to come across someone worthy, i'm afraid.'' it's funny how expressive he is without noticing it, slumping in his chair with relief, ''good,'' he breathes, ''someone as magnificent as you deserve nothing but the best, after all,'' and you don't need him to spell it out that there is no one worthier than him to ask for your hand.
fallen king!vander whom you find half-dead, holding onto his life by a mere thread, basically drowning in his own blood on the forest trail leading to your home, your basket of herbs falling onto the grass with a muted thud. you would have left him there, let the wolves deal with him had it not been for the fact that you saw his chest moving with every shallow breath he took. damn your conscience, but you can't find it in yourself to leave him for the dead. you're not even sure if you can save him with how severe his wounds are—he's clearly been left to die, a last act of mercy, perhaps, but you sure as hell will try. it's a miracle he hasn't died on your back when you stumble into your home, dragging your feet as you buckle and bend under his weight—what is he, a giant? being a herbalist has many advantages, one of which is living on the outskirts of the capital, so the entire forest is your home, and you don't have to leave except to trade, and your shelves are stocked with almost every herb, every remedy known to man. it takes days of work to get him to a stable condition, your bins flowing with tinted pieces of cotton and bandages, and you have half the mind to charge the poor soul a hefty price for depleting your supplies and for making you go without sleep for days on end. you release a sigh of relief when he finally opens his eyes with a groan, already dreaming of the rest you'll finally get now that your patient is conscious. after you explain his situation briefly, ''vander,'' he introduces himself. your jaw goes slack, ''...the king?'' you blurt, and he laughs weakly, ''former, i believe. the coup should've succeeded in my absence, especially after they left me for dead in the woods.'' he turns his misty eyes to you, ''i apologize for troubling you. i am forever in your debt.''
mercenary!vi who was an outstanding knight before she was falsely accused and punished for crimes she didn't commit, especially after she failed to protect the former king. it's silco's way of weeding out king vander's supporters from his court, and he has all but pinned the dearly departed king's murder on her in an effort to break the citizens' trust in her. he succeeded, and she was exiled, falling from an honorable knight, protector of people to a mercenary who takes shitty jobs to be able to live another day. you're the barkeep of the tavern she frequents, mending her clothes, getting her discounts to get her armor polished, serving her warm food, and treating her wounds. she doesn't know why you're so nice to her—she comes to learn you're nice to everyone, and the entire tavern, with the staff and patrons alike at your beck and call, but she soaks up everything you offer her gratefully, leaving abundant tips and gifting you trinkets she got for you during her travels in appreciation. you're her only sense of normalcy in this shithole, and she'll be damned before she lets it slip through her fingers like everything she had so far. whenever she comes back to the tavern all tired and battered up after a commission, the takes a moment to stop at the doorway, the familiar scent of stew and freshly baked bread tickling her nose, the regulars' chatter all but white noise, the warmth of the fireplace putting a smile on her face as you yell her name from behind the bar, ''vi! welcome!'' gesturing to the stool in front of you, it feels like she has come home.
inventor!jinx who gets adopted by king silco under unique circumstances and now works for him as his weapons inventor. she is more like a myth in the castle, never leaving her lair, occasionally making appearances at banquets at king silco's insistence, and no one knows much about her except the fact that she is... nuts, and you do not mess with her. you're a mole in the castle disguised as a servant, feeding delicate information about king silco's affairs to the neighboring kingdom. unfortunately for you, the eccentric inventor takes an interest in you, finding great amusement in making your life—and your job, harder than it should be. when you're snooping around in an office a servant of your position should have no clearance to enter, finding the document you're looking for and slipping it in your pocket, almost screaming when you a hear someone cackle, ''that the one you're looking for? sheesh, took you long enough. it's a wonder you haven't been caught yet!'' and you think this is it. this is how you die, but jinx just pats you on the shoulder, ''keep entertaining me and i won't rat you out, toots.'' she winks at you over her shoulder, ''you should ask me where things are next time. that'd be faster.'' and true to her word, she does not interfere, clearly not seeing you as a threat. just as you're beginning to think that all the talk about her being unhinged are lies, you're harshly pulled aside as you're returning from delivering a letter to your informant in the castle in disguise as another servant, jinx slamming you to the wall, pressing a knife to your jugular, ''you're getting a bit too chummy with the farm boy, sugar. i do not like to share.''
captain of the guard!caitlyn who is the only daughter of an esteemed ducal family, joined the guard against her parents' wishes, her will to protect people burning bright. despite being ridiculously talented with weaponry and coming up with strategies, she never really gets the recognition she deserves, people sweeping it under the rug or scoffing, because what's a princess like that doing so far from her castle, getting in our business. she sticks out like a sore thumb, following her own sense of justice, correcting people's behavior and trying to make the kingdom a better place. it's no wonder that she climbs up the ranks so fast, being the overachiever with an admirable work ethic—plus, she has been trained by general grayson herself, but all her achievements are chalked up to her family's reputation, going so far as to suggest bribery being involved. she hates it, she hates how cruel and unfair it is, but when it's announced that she is to guard a delegate as they cross the country, she is elated, because this is her chance to prove herself, so no one can deny her capabilities anymore. as a delegate, it's no surprise when your carriage gets attacked, but caitlyn does a splendid job of protecting you, and the only thing you have to worry about is a minor setback in your schedule. as your team tries to get everything back in order, caitlyn sneaks you into the forest, squeezing in some basic self-defense techniques for you—simply because they would prove to be useful to you. it evolves into nightly lessons, and you can't help but thank heavens for assigning you with such a brilliant guard.
stableboy!ekko who is one of the many subjects that have to give you regular reports about their jobs for you to assign them a budget as an official working in the treasury. there's something about his reports that don't add up in the papers, so you decide to check it out for yourself, outside of the office hours. what you don't expect is several kids whom you know nothing of running around in the stables and helping ekko take care of the horses, all freezing at the sight of you, and ekko coming out of the barn laughing with one of the kids riding on his shoulders, the blood draining from his face when he sees you. his spine straightens up and he salutes—a comical sight, considering he has a kid on his shoulders still, stammering out excuses about how he can explain and that it's not what it looks like. you lift a hand to cut him off, ''i don't get paid by the hour. come visit my office tomorrow.'' before you turn on your heel and leave. the next day, ekko is kneeling in the middle of your office as you look over the documents, pinching your nose, ''no wonder the budget was all funky,'' you sigh, ''did you really think no one would notice?'' and ekko honestly couldn't care less about what happens to him, his hands tightening into a fist, ''officer, they're just kids! they have nowhere to go, they will starve on the streets—'' clicking your tongue, you cut him off firmly, ''ekko, the barns are shelters for animals, not children.'' he looks at you like you've just slapped him across the face, ''it's not a suitable environment for them to grow up in.'' you wave your hand, ''i'll arrange proper housing and jobs for them, stop looking at me like that. i'm not a monster.'' ekko closes his eyes in relief, words of gratitude flooding out of his mouth. during his rambling he lets it slip, ''officer, i could kiss you right now,'' and before he has a chance to correct himself and apologize for being disrespectful, you laugh, ''take me out for a ride first, stable boy.''
blacksmith!finn is a pesky little thief who seems to find new ways of stealing your freshly baked pastries resting on the cooling racks every week. being a patissier, you're not even a part of the main kitchens, and you can not for the life of you figure out what he wants from your lemon meringue eclairs when he can steal a roast chicken or something from the main kitchens. your broom barely misses him as you chase him out of the kitchens, yelling about getting some protein instead, pest, to which he quips back ''sugar for makes some good fuel, sweetling!'' with a wink. it's a constant game of cat and mouse, and you'd be lying if you said you weren't looking forward to his shenanigans, the last time you saw him he was sneaking cream puffs away with a hook dangling from the ceiling—how did he get up there? how did he even fit in there with his large frame? it remains a mystery to this day. you learn to bake extra because he always manages to snatch a few, and you vehemently deny packaging some pastries in a paper bag and put it out on the windowsill just for him. eventually, you manage to get your hands on him, latching onto his collar, ''you,'' you hiss threateningly, your nose brushing his, ''what do you want?'' his hand wraps around your waist, pulling you closer, ''you,'' he repeats, ink clad fingers brushing your hair back, ''let me take out to dinner. maybe then I'll stop stealing your pastries as a sorry excuse to see you.''
general!grayson who looks after you in every way imaginable because you're the royal heir's best friend and closest confidant. you've grown up with your crush on her, she's your first love, but there has never been a chance for the two of you to grow closer, you being an aristocrat and her being the general, you had no common social circles, no common places to meet accidentally, and no common excuse to see each other other than business-related matters, so years pass by with you admiring her from afar, aware of each other's existence, but never really close enough to interact beyond greetings and pleasantries. however, after a distasteful encounter with a suitor who was adamant you accept their proposal, you suddenly find general grayson as your escort. she is more chivalrous, more gentle than you could've ever imagined as she bows her head and promises to keep you safe. rumors start circulating, of course they do, having a general as a mere escort is unheard of, it's absurd, and people believe there is a severe case of favoritism at play by your best friend—who is, in fact, none the wiser about the situation. there are other, quieter rumors that reach your ears, one of which being that general grayson has feelings for you herself, hence her protective nature. you can't help but hope that's true as you watch her duel every single one of your suitors, her excuse being your future spouse must be able to defeat her in combat at the very least to be worthy of your hand, your heart fluttering as she breaches the topic of your marriage and if you have any candidates you particularly fancy that she needs to gently dissuade, her lips curling into a frown when you say you do actually have someone in mind. she shrugs it off by saying they would need to beat her to get to you, and you laugh, telling her there's no need, as you doubt a mirror would pose that much of a challenge for her.
pirate!sevika who is the uncrowned ruler of the high seas, notorious for her efficiency with the jobs she takes. she has an agreement with king silco to not plunder his kingdom's ships and to not terrorize the waters or affect the trade in any way and essentially works under him. you haven't the faintest idea of how you survived after accidentally sneaking into her ship to hide from bandits for a bit, only for the ship to take off before you can hop off and being discovered as a stowaway. you bargain to keep your life by handing her the very treasure map that got you in trouble with the bandits in the first place, telling her you can read it and lead them to it if she agrees to not harm you. she agrees, but rule number one of haggling with pirates is to be as specific as possible, so while she doesn't harm you, you're a part of the crew now, scrubbing floors or helping in the kitchen like everyone else. she seems to have taken quite a liking to you, calling you her ''little rat'' and somehow making it sound affectionate while teaching you how to play poker well—no money involved, oddly enough, though it could be the fact that she considers bullying you in card games her reward. you're nervous when it's time to finally dig for the treasure, but someone's shovel hit's a chest, a dull clank sounding on the beach as someone opens the chest. it's a hit, filled to the brim with valuables, and sevika plants a kiss on your head with a loud smack, ''you work like a bloody good luck charm,'' she throws a hand on your shoulders, ''oh, you have big storm comin' if you think i'm letting you go.''
royal concubine!local cuisine who knows his love for you is lethal. as a royal concubine, he is the royal family's property, a disposable toy for them to play with and throw away when they got bored of him, yet, despite his position as a worthless plaything, the cost of even thinking of infidelity is death. he isn't all that surprised when the royal family hands him off to you—a royal from another kingdom, as a token of goodwill. he has long since accepted his fate when you call him to your bed that night, a small hope in his heart that you will be at least a tiny bit merciful with him, unlike the other people he had to serve. he thinks it's unusual when you tell him that he has a beautiful voice right after he introduces himself, patting the space next to you on the bed and handing him the book in your hand, asking him to read to you. sure, he's had people who weren't in the mood or people who dismissed him, but never someone who kept him by their side to serve them some other way, especially for a long period of time. he doesn't leave your side during the remainder of your visit, and you give him a taste of all the things he's been missing. being gently woken up with forehead kisses, waking up in your lover's warm embrace, being hand-fed delicacies and fresh fruits as he lays on your lap while you're on a picnic. you look at him with love shining in your eyes and he's startled by how much you have to give him, but by the gods is he starved, so he laps up every drop, soaking in it like a kitten napping under the warm rays of the sun on a lively summer day. his heart is torn into shreds when it's announced your delegation will return to your country tomorrow but he masks it well under a wistful smile as he bids you goodbye, his eyes misty, tilting his head in confusion when you wipe his unshed tears away with a laugh, pulling out a ring with your family's crest on it, slipping it on his ring finger, ''what are you talking about, darling? pack your stuff, we are leaving.''
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magical-warlock · 6 months ago
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You, very tired: Can I sleep in your bed?
Viktor: *half asleep* yes, this is a queen-sized bed. That means it’s for *gestures vaguely to himself then you* the Queen.
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inkinflux · 6 months ago
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A Logical Progression
Viktor x f!Reader | 2.1K | 18+
You’ve asked your friend Viktor to help you get pregnant, and he’s taking the task very seriously. He’s eager to create something new with you, and in doing so, reveals how he feels about you.
Viktor was strung out over his desk, panting. His cheeks were flushed pink and the first couple buttons of his shirt were undone. If you hadn’t just witnessed it, you wouldn’t have known he’d just wrestled with the malfunctioning hexclaw with his life, narrowly avoiding lasering the entire lab in half.
It’s what had given you the idea to ask him.
“I do not believe I heard correctly,” he exhaled heavily, “What is it you want me to do?”
“You wouldn’t have to look after it or anything,” you tacked on quickly, “No responsibility involved. You’d just hit it then quit it.”
Viktor balked at you, holding the powered-down hexclaw to his chest as if it could protect him from your wild suggestion. “You cannot be serious, (Y/n).”
“I’m serious.”
“Eh, you just experienced a near-death scenario,” he said, now calmed down from the initial shock, “I would not count on your mind to be in the best place at this very moment.”
Near-death scenario or no, the way Viktor was wiping the soot off the hex claw, up and down, was making you horny, picturing his own dick in its place, stroking to shower you in cum.
“Though, if you have been considering it for a while, why would you ask me?” He pointed down at his leg, “I am not exactly the top candidate for perfect, healthy DNA.”
You shrugged. “I’d rather have your kid than Jayce’s.”
Viktor shivered at the thought of a mini Jayce running around.
“Why would you want to have a child now? In the middle of your career? And what of your cycle; your windows of fertility?”
You blinked in surprise, astounded that Viktor was even knowledgeable about such things. “Are we going to play twenty-one questions about my uterus or are you going to give me your semen?”
Viktor chuckled, waving the hexclaw at you. “You have always been a woman who knows what she wants. I like that about you. But I must insist that you rethink this.”
“I must rethink?” You crossed your arms, “So you’re not entirely opposed to the idea?”
Viktor placed the blackened hexclaw down before sliding off the table to his feet. “If you are determined to have a child, then I would be honoured to, hmph, provide the necessary material.”
He grabbed a beaker and started heading for the door. You caught his arm.
“Where are you going?” You asked, squeezing his bicep.
He frowned at you, those golden eyes accented by thick brows pulled down, “I am going to provide you the semen you asked for.”
You huffed a laugh, “And what? Bring it back here and baste me like a turkey?” What would he even look at to turn him on? Did he have a porn mag laying around his room somewhere, or did he just think about science and immediately get hard?
The funny thought had you smirking, but your question was genuinely answered as he turned fully to you.
“Fine. If you want to be present for the production of the semen, then sit, uh…” he gestured over to his workbench, “nakedly.”
A thrill coursed through you as you watched him pull up a chair in front of the workbench, his nimble fingers sliding deftly around his trouser buttons. He gave you a look that got you moving, working much more clumsily to rid yourself of your clothes.
“Any requests?” You asked, taking a seat on the cold, sterile workbench.
Viktor’s mouth parted as he finally looked up at you, eyes darting on and off you as if he felt too guilty to take you in all at once.
“R-requests?” He gulped, his hand in his pants.
“Yeah,” you leaned back on your hands, giving him a good view of everything, “Do you want me to say something to get you there quicker? Or do something you know turns you on?”
He cleared his throat, unable to meet your gaze when he said “Touch yourself.”
Viktor leant back in his chair, his thighs parting as he pulled his length out. With his free hand, he held his palm under his chin and spat before bringing it down to his cock. You were stunned into silence, watching him harden, his focused aura while doing this as intimidating as the same one he portrayed whenever he was working.
“Where have you been hiding that?” You asked, breathless as your own hand got to work, twirling around your clit.
Viktor looked up at you with a slight furrow in his brow. “In my pants.”
You picked up a screw and lugged it at him. It bounced off his chest uselessly. “Okay, genius, sure. But you can’t be telling me you haven’t been using that thing vigorously.”
“I use it quite frequently in the privacy of my bedroom, yes.” He began stroking at a casual pace, easily keeping conversation with you. His eyes wouldn’t leave yours, ever the polite gentleman, even when you were on show just for him.
You whistled. “How high is your body count?”
Viktor became uncomfortable. “I do not regularly use it on other people.”
“Would you like to use it on me?”
Viktor’s hand stilled, his expression going blank.
“I-“ a muscle clenched in his jaw as he let his eyes wander down your body, down to where your fingers were lazily tracing circles around your clit. Your folds glistened, already wet, and he wondered what that would feel like on his cock. “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he said finally, with struggle.
“Why not?” You asked, your tone patient.
Viktor got back to stroking his dick, treating this like a normal conversation. “You are my close friend. If something were to happen… if romantic feelings were to get involved, I fear my work would suffer.”
“Are you scared you’ll fall in love with me, Viktor?” you teased, but you didn’t get the reaction you were hoping for. Instead of him laughing and calling you a fool, his gaze intensified. The sound of his hand gently massaging on his cock; sliding, slick sounds, were his only response.
“Viktor?”
He broke out of his daze with a “hm?”
“You’re not in love with me, are you?”
Viktor shook his head, “No. No, I am not.”
You lowered your body to your elbows, your fingers glistening, “Then prove it.”
He sighed as he got to his feet, shuffling over to the workbench. His dick flopped as he walked, bouncing as he moved, in its erect state. After pulling you roughly to the edge of the table, he used one hand to press down on dick, slapping the length against your folds, and with the other he seized your wrist and brought your hand to his mouth.
“How are you so sure you won’t fall in love with me?” He asked, before parting his lips so that he could suck on your dampened fingers.
An embarrassing noise clawed at the back of your throat and Viktor smiled around your fingers. You felt his cock thrum against your entrance, eager to fill you.
“You sure you know what you’re doing with that thing?” You asked, voice husky as your need became evident.
Viktor lowered his large hand to your waist, holding you steady as he began to push in. “I will let you be the judge.”
His confident demeanour slipped as he was finally let in on the secret of how good you would feel around his cock. His thighs started to shake before he’d even pushed all of himself in, having to hold onto you tightly to center himself.
“I have work to do, (Y/n),” his voice was strained in his pleasure, “I will make this quick.”
“Tell me, hnf,” your body buzzed as he began to stroke, his impressive girth flush against your smooth walls, “What I can do to help you cum.”
Viktor smirked down at you, his pupils blown so wide his eyes looked black, “Just be you, (Y/n).”
You were about to ask him what that meant when he grabbed your ankles, moving your legs until they rested against his shoulders, and then he dove towards you, folding you in half to reach a deeper angle.
Viktor moaned loudly, letting his head fall against your chest, his wet lips grazing against your breasts, hesitant to do anything with them.
“Please, Vik,” you shuddered under his relentless pace, “Kiss me.”
You felt him smirk against your flesh before lifting his head to look at you. He gave your mouth an analytical stare, narrowing his eyes slightly at their plushness.
“That sounds like a request a love-stricken woman would make. Are you sure you’re not trying to, mmph, trap me?”
You dug your nails into his hips as you held his fiery gaze, “You’re stuck with me whether or not we make a baby together, Viktor.”
He groaned at that, his dumb smirk falling into an o-shape as you wriggled your hips against him. The way he reacted to each little stimulant had you falling apart at the seams. You grabbed the collar of his shirt and tugged him down, stealing a kiss. You expected it to be brief; passionless.
But Viktor began to fuck you with a new energy. It was as if you’d pressed a button, and he was suddenly giving it his all, no holding back. His mouth refused to leave yours, finding its new home in the vibrations of your moans against his tongue.
“You are so in love with me,” You gasped.
Viktor hummed, “Hard to keep such secrets when you are engaging in vulnerable activities.”
“Really?” You asked, pushing on his chest so you could properly read his face to see if he was joking. He wasn’t.
Viktor stilled his cock and you whined. “I will not try to insert myself in places I don’t belong.”
You looked down at where his cock was buried inside you and raised an eyebrow.
“(Y/n),” he tipped your face back up to him with a finger under your chin, “I am being serious. My feelings will not change the nature of this… exchange.”
You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, caressing his pale skin. “What if I wanted them to?”
Viktor frowned down at you, mercifully resuming his stroking, just slower so he could focus on what you were saying.
“What if I wanted you to… have a more involved role, with me?” You bit your lip, “Would that interest you?”
He glanced down at where you were joined, sloppy sounds emphasising his answer. “Very much so.”
You nodded. “Then it’s settled.”
“Yes,” Viktor agreed.
And with no more apprehension, Viktor showed you exactly what he’d been wanting to do to you. His dangerous stroking doubled in stride, taking you by surprise. His stomach roiled with each snap against you, your eyes watering from his relentless pounding, your hips already feeling bruised as his bony hipbones dug into your flesh with each thrust.
“You, hm, like that?”
Your laugh was airy in response. The concept of Viktor trying to dirty-talk you was as foreign as his thick accent.
“I do,” you replied, your voice silky smooth and low, playing into his fantasies.
He grunted, “-will not take long if you keep looking at me, hmph, like that.”
Your eyelids lowered halfway, and you peered up at him through your lashes. Viktor groaned loudly, grabbing your face roughly to kiss you again. Your tongue skirted against his, and you gratefully swallowed the little sounds he made.
“I would have orgasmed by now,” he panted, “had I not already to the thought of you this morning.”
Your toes curled from this revelation.
“How often do you, oh-!” A yelp escaped you as his pace quickened, becoming sloppy and erratic, drawing your climax frighteningly fast.
Viktor’s hands pawed at you, seeking traction as he felt himself slipping. You grabbed his hands in yours, lacing your fingers together. His grip was iron around your hands as he spilled himself into you with a grunt and a hiss.
You were about to ask him if he was okay when he quickly pulled away from you, and fearing you’d done something wrong, you hurried to sit up. Viktor shoved you back down before grabbing frantically for your legs, holding the back of your thighs and pushing until your entire pelvis was suspended in the air.
“Is this… some sort of kink I don’t know about?” You asked, and he chuckled, boisterous and red-faced.
“I’m giving my seed a moment to find purchase inside you.” He leant over, placing a kiss to your sweat-slick forehead, “If that is still something you want?”
You pressed your hands into his hair, playing with the sweat-dampened tendrils.
“Yeah,” you smiled, “You really want to be a dad?”
Viktor pressed his cheek to yours, hot and wet.
“Yes. I have always enjoyed creating things with you. A child is a logical progression, no?”  
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silence-burns · 6 months ago
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Viktor: having a crush on you 
Fandom: Arcane 
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Viktor is easy to read, especially once you get to know him better. Even Jayce is able to tell when something starts bothering him.
Viktor enjoys spending time with you. It doesn't matter whether you're talking for hours about your ongoing projects or the two of you are trying to fix issues in one of Viktor's. He doesn't even mind when the lunch breaks turn longer and are spent talking about some little things.
He doesn't always agree with your ideas, but enjoys the whole process of arguing anyway. 
When Viktor and you are working on different projects, he'd often suggest you use the same lab. Just to cut on energy costs, of course. And it's easier to share the tools rather than to have to borrow them all the time. There's absolutely no other reason for it, and if Jayce doesn't wipe that smug little smirk off his face, he'll be the one who will have to find himself a new lab.
Viktor often catches himself staring at you when he knows you're too preoccupied to notice. He doesn't know why, but the sight of you deep in thought, or cursing quietly in front of a blackboard covered in writing makes him feel warm inside. 
Viktor would listen carefully whenever you mentioned having a particular interest in something. He might not share much with you, but he'd still make the effort to learn a little about it. Watching your excitement is enough of a reward for a short research.
Talking to you makes him happy, but despite knowing you for years, he still gets irrationally nervous sometimes. 
It usually happens when he suddenly finds himself too close to you and freezes. Or when you touch him briefly without paying much attention to it. Viktor notices all the small gestures and appreciates them, but freezes anyway.
His fair complexion doesn't help to hide his blushing, and realizing that only makes things worse for Viktor.
Jayce is having the time of his life. He frequently takes you both to one of the students' bars near the Academia "for a warm cup of tea or a beer at the end of the day", and then once you're all seated in the crowded main room, he conveniently disappears for half an hour. It's truly a wonder how long it can take to put a simple order, but Viktor isn't angry.
It gives him a good opportunity to talk to you in a different scenery. If it's loud inside, it's all the more reason to sit close together. Just to hear each other talk over all the noise, of course.
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Under the Stars
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Pairing: Viktor x afab!reader Word count: 3.5k (~700 plot, rest is smut) Warnings: NSFW, Smut, +18. Minors do not interact with this piece! 🔪 Tags: smut, (soft)dom!Viktor, established relationship, smut with slight plot, fingering, oral (both parties recieving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk (I think that's all lemme know if I missed something) Request by anon: Can I order NFSW with Viktor... Well, there isn't that scene where he's running on the docks after injecting the serum... Well and if the reader was with him at the time supporting him, maybe things get heated between them. A/N: This is my first actual smut ever! 🤧 I hope you enjoy it, please do let me know if you find any mistakes or have any feedback, but I do hope you will love it! Y'all made my Viktor NSFW alphabet my most liked post so here you go you thirsty little animals (affectionate, self included)! Love yous! If you like it I can write more in the future! 👀❤
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Your heart was racing in your chest as you approached the docks. When you got home earlier today a note was waiting for you on your desk, you immediately recognized Viktor’s rushed cursive on the tiny piece of paper. Meet me at the harbor tonight. Don’t be late. It said. It was not like him to communicate to you this way, but you felt like he was a bit more secretive recently than usual. The stars were shimmering beautifully on the clear night sky as you fastened your pace, nervous about this unusual attitude of your lover. As you came closer to your destination you saw him standing alone, slightly leaning on his cane. His figure seemed tense and your stomach did a somersault at the sight. He was somehow different.
‘Viktor?’ You called out to him as you approached him. He immediately turned towards you, his soft gaze locking on your eyes, his eyebrows furrowed slightly. He looked happy and worried at the same time. ‘Is something wrong?’ You asked, putting your hand on his cheek, caressing lightly as you searched for something in his eyes. You couldn’t read him.
‘I want to show you something.’ He straightened his back as he touched your hand on his face, leaning into it with closed eyes. You two had a hard time in the past months as Viktor’s condition seemingly got worse each passing day. It was in the back of your mind constantly, but you tried to keep the thoughts away. You both had so much to live for, you couldn’t dwell on the inevitable. He took your wrist in his hand as he pulled you closer into a kiss, his other hand held onto his cane and pulled you closer to him by your waist. ‘I love you.’ He said as he let go.
‘I love you too.’ You breathed and crossed your arms in front of your chest, because you couldn’t quite figure out what to do with them now that you couldn’t hold Viktor.
He turned his back on you, looking at the ground. He clenched his grip on his crutch so much that his knuckles turned white before he let go of it completely. It landed on the ground with a deafening sound. A shocked look spread across your face and you had to fight every urge in your body to hold the yelp back in your throat. Every nerve in your body was on high alert, not having the slightest idea about what he wanted to show you.
Then he took a step. You heard a loud thump as he did, and the sound felt weird in your ears. It was not a sound you would associate with someone taking a step. It almost sounded like – metal? Then another one. Your heart was racing in your chest, fingers digging into your own forearm to calm your nerves as you saw him walk. He looked more confident with each step, but you couldn’t pry your eyes away from his form.
After a few steps he started jogging, and your brain couldn’t handle what it saw. It was happy, scared and unsure at the same time. As you tried to figure out what was going on you saw him trip and you immediately started to run towards him only to stop after a few steps because by that time he was running. It felt like the most natural thing ever, the way he put his long legs after the other, sometimes emphasized his motions with his arms, it was like if he flew through the air. Your heart burst with joy as tears started to sting your eyes, the emotions bursting in your chest as the significance of the situation settled in your brain. His shout snapped you out of your thoughts and you started running towards him, laughing, tears falling from your face. You could only catch up to him because he stopped at the other end of the docks, turning back to you, running a hand through his hair. He was laughing and so were you.
When you finally caught up you wrapped your arms around his neck, but what you didn’t expect was him to hug you around your waist and lift you up into the air. You gasped as you buried your face into the crook of his neck, smelling his skin. You had no idea how this was possible. You felt his hug tighten on you as he put you back onto the ground, his hands immediately moving up to cup your face as he pressed his soft lips onto yours. His kiss was eager, he wasted no time exploring your lips and you happily obliged the nudging of his tongue against your mouth. Everything felt so surreal, your brain couldn’t catch up with what just happened. After a few minutes you broke the kiss to grasp some air, your (and his) lips were swollen from all the kisses and bites.
“How?” You whispered, looking at him, your gaze darting between his eyes and lips as you weren’t sure if you really want to hear the answer or just continue to devour the tall man in front of you.
“I’ll tell you on the way home.” He smiled, leaning down to you and kissing you again.
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And he did. He told you about the experiments with the Hexcore, how it reacts to biological matter and so on. You didn’t pretend to fully grasp the scientific aspect of it, all you had to know is that it could save Viktor’s life.
You closed the door of your shared apartment lost in your thoughts when you felt his lean frame press against you, his arms caging you between his body and the door. You turned slowly and looked up at him. His breathing was heavy, his pupils blown wide as he looked down at you, like a hungry wolf at its prey. You felt your heartbeat crawl up to your throat as every inch of your body started tingling. His amber eyes were beautiful in the dim light of the room, and despite your brain knew he was sick, his hungry gaze made him look stronger than ever.
His lips met yours as his hand sneaked up onto your cheek, kissing you with a passion of a starved man. With his motion he pushed you towards the door even more, his whole body pressed against yours. You let out a soft whimper as he settled one of his legs between yours and continued his ministrations on your lip. You felt the heat flood your body, your mind blank, only thinking about his warm touch on your face, the heat of his body against yours.
His hand moved from your cheek and traveled to your waist, under your shirt where he drew lazy circles on your skin, the sensation sent a burning feeling through your body, straight into your core. You knew he loved to tease, but your heart was bursting, your nerves fired up against him. You felt light headed as need washed over your body.
“Viktor” You moaned his name against his lips which made a smirk appear on them. His eyes were glowing with lust as he broke the kiss and removed his hand from you. Always the tease.
“What is it, love?” He said under his breath, moving his lips from yours to your ear, his breath on your neck sent a shiver down your spine. His hands started roaming your body again, this time hovering over your thigh, making you hold your breath in anticipation. He pressed soft kisses to your neck, nibbing and sucking the soft flesh, experimenting, watching your reactions. You moaned when he bit down lightly on the crook of your neck and he smiled to himself, taking mental notes of your reaction before he repeated the motion. His hand caressed your inner thigh dangerously close to where you wanted him most, but never there. He hummed against your skin.
“Cat got your tongue?” He smiled against your neck, while he hovered his fingers above your heated core. You knew exactly what he wanted from you, but you weren’t sure if you could give it to him yet. On one part, your brain was covered in a lustful haze, not being able to form sentences, on the other hand, you just loved seeing him like this. You decided to shook your head as an answer, to which he responded with a dark chuckle. He moved his head from your neck to meet your gaze.
“Use your words, love.” He whispered, his amber eyes piercing into yours. You let out a small whine and threw your head back against the door, closing your eyes as the floodgates opened inside you.
“Viktor, please, please…” you breathed out, his eyes still locked on your face, your eyes still shut. “Touch me.”
The second the words left your mouth his lips were on yours again, and his fingers met your still clothed core. Even such an indirect contact made a moan fall from your lips, which he happily swallowed. He didn’t waste a second and sneaked his long fingers under your clothes, he slowly caressed your folds, avoiding your sweetest spot. You whined under his touch when you felt his other hand on your chin, making you look at him. Your hooded eyes met with his gaze and you felt yourself clench around nothing - a painful reminder that you wanted him so bad it almost hurt.
“All this for me?” He cooed, looking down to where his hand was buried in your underwear. “So wet only from my words?” He grinned at you; his fingers stopped their movement entirely. You cried out in frustration, you needed him so bad. “Come with me.” He said and grabbed your wrist, pulling you with him towards your shared bedroom. When you reached the side of the bed, he gently pushed you back on it, kneeling on top of you, pressing hot kisses on your skin everywhere he could reach.
He slowly started to unbutton your shirt and his lips moved down your chest with his every movement. He started with your neck, then collarbone until his lips reached your breasts. He hummed in appreciation as he raised his head to look at you, and you arched your back towards him in loss. He gripped your waist firmly with one of his hands, pushing you down to the bed. You whined in anticipation, unsure of how long can you take his teasing.
You almost cried out when you felt his thumb run across your nipple, your hips bucking against his grip out of your control. Eyes shut, head thrown against the pillow, you were almost sure you could come undone only from this. But the fire in your body reminded you that it needed more – so much more. His lips found their way to your other nipple, kissing it, sucking on it, swirling his tongue around it and it made you see stars as another wave of arousal dampened your underwear. Your skin was burning, a lustful haze clouding your head. There was only one thought in there – his name on repeat. Viktor, Viktor, Viktor. He smirked against your skin and that was when you realized you moaned his name again. He just couldn’t get enough of the way his name fallen from your lips like a plea.
He wasted no more time as he pushed your shirt from your shoulders and hooked his finger into your pants and underwear to pull both of them down in one swift motion. You helped him, wiggled your hips and legs to make his job easier. His lips never left your skin and you were extremely grateful for that. He raised his head to kiss your mouth again, lips hungrily devouring yours, tongues pressed against each other, small hums and groans vibrated against your lips. His left hand was still continuing its ministrations against your breast, but you felt his other hand snaking down on your now completely naked body. Each of his touches ignited a spark in you, spreading through your veins, making your toes curl.
His fingers ran over your drenched folds again, making you whimper under the sensation. You finally pulled yourself together enough to start undoing Viktor’s tie and shirt, pulling it off his shoulders swiftly and throwing them beside the bed. You ran your hands against his back in a soft caress, going over his back brace and pulling him closer to you. His fingers stopped teasing as he finally pressed his now wet thumb over your clit, drawing slow and perfect circles on it as he kissed you. You moaned against his mouth, bucking your hips against his finger, a motion he didn’t stop now.
“So eager, aren’t you love?” He said as he lowered himself on your body, pressing sweet kisses along the way, on your clavicle, breasts and your abdomen. He then continued to kiss and nibble the flesh of your inner thighs, so close yet so far from where you wanted his soft lips the most. His thumb only stopped working on you when he moved his hand to align his middle finger with your entrance, only pushing in the slightest bit. Teasing.
“Tell me.” He said, leaving a pause. “What do you want.” He looked up at you, his heart full of love and adoration as you laid in front of him, so hungry for his touch. You let out a short whine before you spoke.
“Viktor.”
“Yes, my love?” He questioned, his lips hovering over your clit and the little blow of air made your head spin and your skin crawl.
“I want you to fuck me.” You finally breathed out and that was all he needed. To hear how much you wanted him. His lips and tongue were on you immediately as his lean finger pressed inside you, and he curled it to hit your sweet spot. There was no room for teasing anymore and he knew it – one more second without his touch would make you explode. The feeling, despite being anticipated for so long felt sudden and you cried out in pleasure when his soft tongue pressed against your clit, gently licking and swirling around it. Your hand found its way into his hair, gripping onto him tightly as he devoured you, his finger pumping a steady rhythm inside, which you met with your hips. Your breathing was heavier every second as he took his sweet time with you before adding a second finger. Your legs trembled as the sweet sensation started to take over you. Low curses and moans filled the air as his mouth and fingers did wonders to you. The tension in your abdomen started to grow as he licked slow stripes on you from where his fingers entered you to your clit. He felt you clench around his fingers and he picked up his pace until you felt your body snap, bliss washing over you as you came on his fingers and mouth.
You needed a second to recover from your orgasm, leaving time for Viktor to climb on top of you and kiss you with insane hunger. You returned the kiss, arms wrapping around his neck as you tasted yourself on his tongue. With his body this close to yours you felt his erection pressing against you, still trapped in his pants. In a swift motion you turned the both of you around, Viktor now lying on the mattress under you, looking up at you in awe.
It was your time to kiss every inch of his body, nipping and sucking on his skin as you palmed his member through his pants. He threw his head back as he groaned. A small smile danced on your lips as you started to unbutton his pants and pushed them down with his underwear. He helped you to get rid of the fabric with a few kicks and he was finally just as naked as you were. Your attention was drawn to his right leg, which was now not covered by his pale skin, but it looked like the perfect fusion of human muscle and metal. You caressed his leg with your fingers, it felt cold under your touch.
Worry ran across Viktor’s face as he looked at you studying his leg. You leaned down and pressed a kiss on his thigh, then shifting your attention to his fully erect member. Just the sight in front of you sent another wave of arousal down your thighs. You licked it slowly from the bottom to the tip, taking your sweet time as he did with you. He hissed at the sensation, gripping the sheet under him with one hand, your hair with the other.
“You’re perfect.” You whispered against him before you kissed and licked his tip with just enough force to make him twitch. You started to pump him slowly as you started bobbing your head, your other hand resting on his abdomen. He tensed under your touch, sharp breaths and moans falling from his lips together with your name. He rolled his hips against your face from time to time as his hand tangled in your hair, tugging on it lightly, guiding you and your pace. Every now and then he would push too hard into your throat which made tears prickle your eyes, but rip a moan from your lungs at the same time. You wanted to make him feel good, loved, wanted. You wanted to know how much you loved him, cared about him. How perfect he was for you, and nothing ever changed that. You suddenly felt a sharp sensation at the back of your head as he pulled you off of him by your hair. You looked at him in confusion, his eyes now locked on you, pupils dark from lust.
“I can’t-, I don’t…” He panted, and you knew exactly what he meant. You climbed on top of him to press a kiss to his lips, then straddled him, trapping his erection between his body and yourself as you started to slowly grind against him. He gripped your hips to stop your movement, eyes piercing yours with need. He lifted you up and aligned himself against your entrance. You leaned down to kiss him as you lowered yourself onto him, letting his cock fill and stretch you inch by inch. The feeling was indescribable even after all these times. Your mouth fell open from the delicious stretch. As he bottomed out, he kept you still for a second, fingers digging into your ass before he nudged you to start moving. Loud moans escaped his lips as you started to ride him, slowly lifting yourself before coming down again. He hissed through gritted teeth, his hands never leaving your hips.
“Fuck.”He growled and he moved one of his hands to your neck, pulling you down for a kiss. You never stopped your movements, riding him so good it made both of you see stars. “So good for me.” He whispered against your lips and you let out a whimper. His other hand crawled across your belly and his thumb swiped across your swollen clit which made you shudder with pleasure, your walls tightening around him which ripped a moan from his lungs. He started to draw slow circles with his finger, driving you crazy. His movements never faltered, he pushed into you like he never wanted to stop. You felt the tension building up in your body.
“So tight.” He whispered against your ear. “Taking me so well, love.” He continued as he picked up his pace, feeling that you’re approaching your high. His words spread across your thoughts like poison, every inch of your body lighting up as he thrusted into you while he pressed sloppy kisses on your lips.
“Viktor, I-“ you breathed out, which made him tighten his grasp in your hair.
“Come for me.” He growled, and as if that was all you needed, the tension in your body snapped, pleasure washing over you as you cried out into his mouth, your muscles clenching around his cock as you came, which gave the last push that he needed to reach his own high. His movements became sloppy as he pushed inside you a few times before stopping, now both hands on your face pulling you into a kiss. You felt him twitch inside you as you leaned against his chest while he caressed your hair, his chest rising and falling in a fast pace.
You climbed off of him and his absence was agonizing already. You cuddled against his chest with your legs tangled together, the cold touch of his leg sent a shiver down your spine. You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, not wanting to leave this moment ever again. He held you close to his body as he kissed your forehead and pulled the covers on top of you.
“I love you.” He whispered. “I will never leave you.” He continued before he leaned down to kiss you.
“I love you too.” You replied and you rested your face against his neck, embracing the peaceful moment of the afterglow.
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