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[bicmason]

can u please write something about overstimulating vik?? like i cant stop thinking about how pretty he would look fucked out and sweaty just a whimpering moaning mess. he's been so stressed with hextech lately and u finally get him to take a day off and then u make him feel good ughhdhsjcj

it’s completely sloppy and messy, just loud schlicks and schlurps punctuated by whiny moans and breathy pleas.

“please, f-fuck, it’s — ooh, shit, —,” viktor seems to be at a complete loss for words, hips rucking up mechanically to fuck his thick cock into your pussy over and over again even as his body quakes with the overstimulation — your thighs are completely sticky from a mixture of dried and fresh cum, and you can’t even tell whose is whose anymore.

“how’s it feel, baby?” you croon out, walls fluttering over the thick cock splitting them open; he fills you up so good, so big that you sometimes feel as if he’s going to break you — and it’s the most delicious, addictive euphoria you’ve ever felt. you could have it every day and still never get enough.

“so good — t-too good,” viktor croaks out without missing a beat, pupils blown and staring up at you with a heated, lidded gaze. his lips are parted and his face flushed, brows furrowed together in a mixture of pleasure and pain. “m’cock’s gonna fall off. god, don’t stop, please.”

as if you’d ever think about it. shit feels way too good.

“mmm, vik, baby, it feels so good. your cock feels so good, baby.” he throbs inside you and his aching balls twitch, still so full despite the loads he’s pumped in you — still so ready to paint your insides.

“‘m gonna cum again, shit,” viktor whines, hips thrusting up wildly with loud, sloppy slaps. his breathing is ragged, shaking in his lungs, but his face is fucked out, the overstimulation sending him to a place of pure heaven.

despite the liquid-like consistency of your legs, you raise up on every odd thrust to fuck yourself down onto his cock over and over again — viktor’s skull melts into the mattress and his moans turn to pure whines.

“cum f’me, baby. you can do it, good boy, jus’ cum in mama’s pussy — fuckin’ good boy, yes.”

viktor’s completely lost in it, eyes rolling back in his skull as you use his cock, as mewls and moans fall from his lips and his hips fuck up uncontrollably. he’s leaking inside you, slopping up your walls and fucking every single ounce out of you.

he was such a good boy. you just wanted him to cum.

“good boy,” you continue, pussy fluttering and oozing, orgasm dancing beneath your skin. you’d come too, soon. “le’s cum together, vik.”

ミ★ woo i’m not dead. i’m just lacking motivation i’m so sorry y’all! i’ma try to be better because i have so much virgin!vik to get out (also got a few ideas for silco and some of the girlies!) i hope this came out okay, like my brain has not been braining ugh. thank you so much for requesting + reading! love you all so much! 💕❤️

[bicmason]

making virgin!vik (or any viktor really) come untouched. like bro 😵‍💫😵‍💫

ミ★ 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝!! — 𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐫.

ミ★ combining this one w/ another similar request (so damn yummy 🤤) and girl i’m DROOLING (from both ends sis) thank you for feeding me!!!!!

ミ★ 0.6k words, fem!reader, virgin!viktor, super sensitive!viktor, dirty talk, descriptive fantasies(?), language, viktor coming untouched, damn how many of these am i gonna write before virgin!viktor finally gets to fuck us?, who knows!

viktor is rock-hard and leaking through his pants, cock jumping against the swell of your ass with each wet smack of your lips against his. his tongue is thick and eager as it twirls with yours, minty from choking down peppermints and sweetly slick.

“you’re so hard, vik,” you mumble hotly into his mouth, cunt oozing in response to the thick bulge pressing into you. “fuck, such a big boy, aren’t you?”

viktor whimpers hoarsely and squeezes his arms around your hips; he’s trembling, skin flushed hot and needy, body rubbing up softly against your weight.

“f-fuck, so hot — more, please talk more.” viktor groans, so desperate and bashful, horny passed his own limits. he loved how dirty your mouth was; it always worked him up so much.

“what do you want me to talk about, baby?” you press, pulling away from his mouth to stare heatedly into his blown eyes. viktor swallows audibly and his eyes grow pleading — like he wants you to understand what he wants without him having to verbalize it.

“oh, i know,” you coo, swiping stray strands of hair from his sweaty face. “you want me to tell you how much i want you, yeah?”

without waiting for a response, you lean down to latch your lips to his neck. you pepper kisses all along the column until you reach his ear.

“you want me to tell you how much i want your big cock inside me, hmm?” viktor’s dick jumps and he breathes out a small, whimper-y groan, shooting heat straight to your sopping cunt. oh, you had him around your finger.

“it would feel so good, vik. fucking me so deep, god. do you know how wet i am right now?” you press hotly, breath slipping into his ear canal and pulling a full-body shiver from him.

“y-you’re wet?” viktor stutters out, breathy and deep, so adorable in his aroused reverence. you nod and press a kiss to his ear.

“mhmm, so wet. i have to be, y’know? there’s no other way i could take your cock, baby.”

viktor whines out a deep, low “fuuuuuck,” and his cock twitches against your cunt, hot and throbbing — fuck, you know it would feel so good inside you, splitting open your walls and fucking you deeper than anyone else ever has.

“you’re the biggest i’ve ever had, vik,” you slur into his ear, tongue slicking against the lobe and sucking it between your lips for a moment. viktor shivers again and his arms tighten around you. he’s breathing even heavier now, cock jumping up against you even more.

“god, how i just want you to ruin my li’l pussy. you wanna do that, baby? fuck me ‘til i can’t speak? pound your big cock into me over and over—”

wet heat explodes through your shorts as viktor curses and moans, body twitching and spasming beneath yours. your eyes widen as you digest exactly what happened.

viktor just came. right in his pants. from your words alone.

god. he was so fucking delectable.

“‘m sorry,” viktor mumbles, hips twitching and face buried into your shoulder. you can feel the heat resonating from his flesh, embarrassment thick in his voice. “i-i didn’t know i’d cum. now you’re all messy…”

you giggle and press your lips against his neck, inhaling the saltiness of his sweat. he was so damn cute.

“i don’t mind, vik.” you say softly, speaking nothing but the truth. you really didn’t mind; it was quite the contrary. “i love how sensitive you are.”

viktor let out a noise that landed somewhere between a groan and a whimper; his face was still flushed, and his cum was cooling quickly against you. soon, it’d be completely dry and sticky.

and then you’d be marked by viktor in such a primal, carnal way.

and wasn’t that just the hottest, most wonderful thought? it was, and it made you want to make him cum again.

maybe next time you could suggest overstimulation to his eager, curious, inexperienced head.

[bicmason]

ESPRESSO (BED CHEM PT2)

SUMMARY: you awake from loud bangs at the end of the hallway. spooked, you cautiously walk down just to see it was jayce and viktor with their working hextech, and a not so happy professor heimdinger.

AUTHORS NOTE: hi guysss!! requests for jayce, mel, and viktor are now open! i might start writing for other arcane character soon. sorry this took so long to post 💗 also tysm for 300 followers! i never knew bed chem would blow up so much :) i appreciate all the love and support! kinda feel like i should make a part 3 but im not sure yet🤭🤭 this is 1.4k words

WARNINGS: cussing, not proofread

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loud bangs awake you from your sleep. you jump up, feeling startled by the intense noise. you grumble from your comfortable bed and give in, throwing your luxury covers off your body.

cool air quickly envelopes your frame, and you swing your legs over the side of your bed, laying your feet on the cold floor. you shiver at the feeling, then slip on your fuzzy slippers, meant for walking during cold mornings.

enforcers must be at the place of disturbance. you wouldn’t know what to do if they aren’t already dealing with the problem. after picking up a coat from a hanger, you quickly walk to the noise.

unpredictably, the enforcers were the individuals causing the disruption. professor heimerdinger stands in the middle of the two men dressed in dark blue. you stand at a safe distance, watching the enforcers pound on the door, observing the moment.

loud buzzing and crackling is heard from inside the lab, and blue light shines through the cracks of the door. you remember what you said to the two men just a couple of hours ago. hopefully, jayce and viktor haven’t done anything too dangerous.

the double door suddenly blasts open, and pieces of wood fly in various directions. a bright, blue ray of light explodes in the professor and enforcers’ way. you hide behind a nearby wall and cover your head, expecting the worst. but when hardly any destruction occurs, you peek around the wall.

the yordle warns, “excuse me, underfoot,” causing the enforcers to unshield their faces and stare in awe at the sight in front of them.

viewing their stances, you walk behind them and take a peek into the laboratory. viktor and jayce float around a blue ball of energy. jayce chuckles and taps a gadget into the ball of energy, and it goes right through. viktor catches it from the other side and begins giggling like a child as he makes swimming motions.

the professor stares up at the sight. his ears droop and he undoubtedly states, “you’ve actually done it.” his ears flop up, and he fidgets with his hands, “but just because it can be done, doesn’t mean…” he looks up, “will you please stop hovering?”

the cute brunette continues to move in the air, he jokes, “i’m not sure how to do that, sir.”

you giggle, placing a hand over your mouth, and the enforcers cautiously turn around. you place your finger to your mouth, silently commanding them to say nothing about your appearance.

the professor nervously adds, “this is not what piltover’s future looks like, my dear boys.” he looks behind him, a worried expression on his face, as if he’s about to break down in tears. his eyes meet yours, and he jumps, “ah! councilor l/n, what are you doing here… at this time? it’s late, you should be sleeping!”

you quickly come up with an excuse, “i apologize, professor. i couldn’t rest, so i was planning to take a trip to the garden. i thought, perhaps it would calm my nerves.”

you smile at the enforcers, and they clear their way to make a path for you. you peer into the inside of the room, eyes widening in shock. you mumble, “woah,” the sight is one of the most beautiful you’ve ever seen.

nothing could compare to this moment. this moment will be remembered in history. the blue light shines all across the room, and people float for the first time with nothing to stand on! best of all, viktor and jayce will get accreditation for this work and dedication to their hextech project.

you lock eyes with viktor just to realize his eyes were on you the whole time. warmth somehow reaches your body in the cold academy, and you still manage to ask, “how did you do this so quickly?”

“we…” viktor starts answering, not knowing how to continue without sounding stupid in front of a well-known figure and beautiful woman, “we cranked it,” he chuckles along with jayce.

you have no idea what the hell he’s talking about, but damn, does he look attractive. his eye bags are dark under his eyes. you suppose he spends most of his night working on scientific research, and his messy hair flows in the air, most likely ruining his hair from the explosion.

his white vest has stains on it, maybe from drinking tea to keep himself awake. but viktor appears as if he’s close to passing out, so you ask, “are you aware of how to get down, gentlemen?”

jayce looks at his partner, probably trying to check in with him, “maybe turn the dial to the left?”

viktor shrugs and states, “worth a shot.”

you walk to the dial and ask the two men if you’re near the correct one. you slowly turn it left, anxiously waiting for something terrible to happen, or for one of them to command you to halt your movement.

the two brunettes suddenly drop at a quick speed, yelling at the unexpected scene. you move at lightning speed, running to the closest man, as the two enforcers run to the other. you half-catch the taller, lean man, his feet on the ground as you hold his waist for security.

he stares at you for a few moments as his face flushes, he mumbles, “thank you, councilor l/n.” and smiles at you, eyes darting from you to his cane, lying on the ground.

his arm lays around your shoulder, and you bring him close to a desk he can lean on. without a word, you step over to his handmade cane and pick up the delicate material, placing it in his hand. he thanks you once again.

you come up with an idea and grin to yourself. you politely ask, “are you two free tomorrow? i would like to talk about the future of piltover and what you have planned for what you will do with the hextech next.”

jayce brushes off his pants and places his hand on his chin before smirking, “actually! i have to uhh—“ he stutters, attempting to come up with an excuse, “i’m hanging out with caitlyn. i’m afraid i can’t make it, councilor l/n.”

you drown and politely reword your sentence, “perhaps we can reschedule a time so you can come—“

“oh, no! that isn’t necessary, please do not worry about it. i’m sure viktor can tell me everything you’ll talk about with him.” jayce winks at the shorter brunette. he gives him a sharp glare back.

“i am free of events tomorrow. where should we meet? and at what time, councilor?” viktor asks, trying to appear formal and proper in front of you.

“how about we discuss it at celine’s around twelve? it’s just six blocks past the academy.”

he smiles and looks down at you, “that would be perfect,” his freckles stand out to you so much.

you take a moment to remember his face before sighing, “it’s late. we should all be going to bed.”

many agrees and chuckles at shears from around you, and you smile and wave at the three scientists and two enforcers. as you step through the hallway, you jump and cheer, pumping your fist in the air. you practically get to go on a date with viktor tomorrow!

once he and jayce are the only individuals in the room, viktor leans on the desk and places his head in his hands, groaning. he isn’t ready to talk to you one-on-one yet.

jayce rolls his eyes, “what’s wrong? i just gave you a pass to be alone with her— for hours. that’s the perfect time to get to know her.”

“what am i supposed to talk about, jayce? you know i’m not the best at conversations or communicating, what makes you think i can talk to a person i’m interested in?” he complains, gently hitting his head with his wrist.

“it’ll come to you when you’re ready.”

“that isn’t helpful at all,” viktor side eyes the taller man, who just shrugs and tells him goodnight.

as viktor walks back to his room, even as he brushes his teeth, puts on his sleep clothes, all he can think about is impressing you tomorrow. maybe jayce is right, maybe he just doesn’t know how he’d talk to you now.

[bicmason]

okay virgin!viktor is the bane of my existence 😖 i just need to edge him just to see him cry a little

nooo that would be mean right? 👉🏻👈🏻

ミ★ me. too. i need him to look up at me like i’m a goddess and beg me to milk him FUCK. i’m relieved that virgin!vik is no longer only my bane 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ i love this desperate man so fucking much oml

ミ★ 1k words, fem!reader, virgin!viktor, slight m!sub, viktor calls reader mama a few times, begging/whining, handjob to blowjob, orgasm control/denial, dirty talk/language, “good boy”, cum swallowing, deep throating + face fucking, heavy filthy smut.

you know it’s mean — maybe even deplorable — to take so much pleasure in doing something like this. to be so turned on by the way viktor is whimpering beneath you, cock rock hard and leaking, small pleas falling from his lips.

“please, fuck, mmm — ah, fuck — faster,” viktor slurs, hips jerking up to fuck his hot cock into your fist. “gods, s-so close, it’s so good.”

“yeah?” you coo, jerking your hand up and down faster, thumb sliding over his tip each time. it was wet and sticky with thick pre, so much so that it acted as its own form of lube.

“yes, please — shit, please, i-i want to — ahh, fuck —,” viktor couldn’t even form a solid sentence; he was jerking and twitching against your palm, balls undoubtedly aching — and god, his begging was doing something.

“mmhmm, you wanna cum, right, baby?” you teased, relishing in the way his cock throbbed at your words. he nodded mutely and cinched his eyes shut, cheeks flushed so prettily — he looked absolutely yummy.

you jerked your hand faster until his breathing turned ragged and his body trembled, hips pistoning up and moans flooding from his mouth — and then you pulled your hand away completely, and viktor’s eyes snapped open and he looked at you with such confused desperation.

“w-why’d you stop?” he whined, cock still standing up and darkened in color. you smirked at him and ran a teasing hand up his thigh.

“don’t you wanna have a li’l fun, vik?” you prompted, gut stirred up by his panting and shivering. he swallowed and continued to stare at you with those eyes, but intrigue slipped into the haze of arousal, so you continued.

“let’s see how many times i can edge you before you break completely. you can do that f’me, right, vik?” you cooed and plastered on a small pout, rounding your eyes in plea. viktor’s eyes widened but his cock jumped up, betraying how much he actually liked the idea.

viktor nodded and you wrapped your hand around his cock once more, earning a sharp hiss from between his lips — and just like that, the game was on…

… four times. four times you brought viktor to the edge only to rip him away from it, and by now, his cock was flushed an angry red and throbbing.

“please — fuck — hurts, please, jus’ le’me cum, please—!” viktor slurred, eyes teary and forehead soaked in sweat. his entire body was trembling as though being rocked by an earthquake and his voice was hoarse; he was so, so desperate for it.

“aw, can’t you take it one more time?” you edged, hand pumping over his cock almost savagely, pulling sharp, pained whimpers and whines from viktor.

“n-no, please, not again — please, i’ll do anything, need to cum!” viktor begged once more, wet and croaky, eyes wide and blown.

something about how pathetic he sounded struck a chord of mercy within you — it was such a headrush to edge him this way, to have complete control of his pleasure, but in the end, it was meant to feel good. so you relented.

“okay, vik,” you murmured softly, slowing your hand to a mere crawl over his cock. “i’ll make you cum, baby. you’ve been such a good boy. as a treat, i’ll let you fuck my throat ‘til you bust. sound good, baby?”

viktor groaned loudly and his cock throbbed inside your hand, and something that sounded mostly like a “yesh” tumbled from his lips. you couldn’t help but smile. he was so cute.

you withdrew your hand and swallowed him down in one go, gagging slightly when his thick cock split your tonsils apart, and stopped just at his base — viktor didn’t need to be told what to do.

his hands dropped to your head and he held it in place as he began to piston his hips, fucking his cock into your mouth with slick schlurps and squelches.

“oh, fuuuuck — yes, shit. so fucking good, mama, fuck, nnnh — so close,” viktor blathers as his hips smack into you, dick shoved so far down your throat it hurts, beating into it over and over as he chases his high; he’s animalistic, provoked and insatiable, and it’s so fucking good.

your cunt leaks into your panties, pooling and cooling against the fabric — your clit is throbbing, your throat being used so viscerally too hot for you to even comprehend.

“thank you, fuck, thank you f’this. throat ‘s so good. gonna cum in it, mama.” viktor whines, hips picking up and thrusts turning shallow and quick — he was throbbing inside your throat, heavy balls twitching, so close to erupting.

you’re letting out small moans and whimpers around his cock, teary eyes glued to the expression of pure pleasure twisting his features. you want him to cum down your throat so badly.

“f-fuck — nghhh, i-i’m coming, fuck!” viktor growls out and shoves hard into your throat once, twice, before bottoming out and stilling — your breath is cut off as his dick splurts ropes down your throat, thick salty cum shooting straight down to your stomach.

a few seconds later and he still hasn’t stopped twitching.

“shiiiit, i-i can’t stop c-coming, oh my gods,” he whines as he thrusts shallowly, milking himself with your mouth. your vision is starting to become spotty from the lack of oxygen, so you tap his thigh rapidly.

it pulls viktor out of the trance he was in and he quickly pulls himself from your throat. you gasp lightly and sputter as he apologizes, his voice thick and wet.

“‘m so sorry, i didn’t mean to,” he blathers, and you have to hold a hand up to stop him. if you didn’t, he’d be apologizing for an hour. at least.

“it’s fine, vik.” you choke out, throat sore and scratchy. your heart is racing slightly, but that heat in your gut hasn’t dimmed in the slightest — and your clit is aching, body so desperate for an orgasm of its own. so you clamber on top of viktor and sit on his thighs.

“it’s my turn to cum now, vik.” you coo. “lay down and lemme use that pretty face, yeah?

[bicmason]

ミ★ prof!vik… i need him 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

ミ★ 0.3k words, fem!reader, p in v, here’s a twist from me: dom!vik, hitting it from the back, dirty talk/language, deep penetration, professor/student, dumbification, hints of manipulation, just a quick lil thirst bc it bit me in the damn brain

“mmf-fuck — s-slower, professor—!”

your pleas go unheard over the slick slapping of hips and wet squelches. viktor’s grip on your elbow is firm and controlling, holding you in place as he fucks his cock deep inside your drooling pussy.

it’s so disorienting — you’re unable to see anything other than the smooth mahogany of the desk he’s got you bent over, insides being ruined by his thickness and cervix kissed by his cockhead. your head is completely fuzzy, just garbled static of pure, overwhelming pleasure.

you weren’t even sure how this whole… situationship had developed.

“you’re failing, you know,” viktor grunts out between thrusts, hand holding you down by your nape. “i’m disappointed.”

you open your lips, but all that spills out is lewd moans and whimpers as viktor bullies his cock into you faster. your pussy is absolutely melting around him, walls fluttering and clit throbbing with each stroke. your eyes roll back and your tongue lolls out, drool slipping down your chin to plop against the desk.

it feels so good, you hope he never fucking stops.

“but that’s the advantage of being a teacher’s pet, yes?” viktor sneers, chest blanketing your back as he leans to spit directly into your ear. “so long as you give me this pretty pussy any time i want it, you’ll always have straight a’s. you don’t even need to use your brain.”

you nod as best as you can, agreeing with every word from his mouth without fully digesting them. you’re mumbling something yourself, pleas or something similar, and it makes viktor chuckle.

“hmm, seems you can’t even use your brain right now. am i fucking you that stupid?”

his cock is taking over your every sense, so much so that you can’t answer him. all you can do is lay limp as he fucks it inside you, as he scrambles your insides and carves his shape into you. and you loved it so much.

“no matter. you don’t need to use it. you just need to fucking take it, yeah? my pretty little pet…”

[bicmason]

Press One for Love, Two for Regret

Summary: Proper confessions should never happen over the phone. Viktor knows that. So how did he get here?

Pairing: Viktor x Reader

Word Count: 1.5K

Warning: Mature (mentions of explicit content)

Notes: Prompt suggested by a lovely anon ask and that I absolutely ran away with 💞. I hope you enjoy🌻!!

“And another thing-!” you yell through the phone mic.

Viktor does not want to know the other thing.

For the first time in his life, he really wishes you would stop talking right now.

After months of a tumultuous relationship with a guy Viktor didn't believe was worthy of licking the sole of your boots, you had finally chosen to break it off tonight. Part of him (a large part of him if he's being honest with himself) is absolutely delighted at the news. Not only do you deserve so much better than the kind of scumbag who cheats on their partner, he can't help but think, selfishly, that there's a small chance for him to make his way into your heart. A chance to confess how he's felt for years now, how he's felt since the first time you smiled at him, and for you to see him in a new light. Not as a friend, but as a man, deeply, stupidly in love with you.

It's currently very hard to bask in the joy of all that potential because you've been talking over the phone for over two hours about every single thing your now ex-boyfriend had ever done to you.

“-and it's like, I should have known, you should never trust a guy who refuses go down a woman-“

Or hadn't done, in that case.

“Sweetheart, I don't want to say I told you so,” Mel speaks up at the other end of the line, voice firm but comforting, “but I did tell you so.”

“She did tell you,” Jayce pipes up, elbowing him in the arm. Viktor winces quietly and shoots his beaming friend a deadly glare. “Right Viktor?”

He lets out a non-committal mumble.

You've already moved on though, rambling about something else your Romeo had done. It's not like he was going to add anything helpful, anyway.

As soon as you had called him earlier that night, Viktor could tell something was wrong. The slight tremor in your voice, the lightest slurring of your words; you had been crying. He can read you like an open book, and you always come to him for advice whenever you need someone's help. No one else. That trust is something that means the world to him.

A second after he had asked what was wrong, you broke into tears and sobbed your way through a half-inaudible story about someone cheating and a breakup over text. And Viktor, like a coward, had panicked at the idea of discussing your romantic life with his very bothersome feelings getting in the way.

So he went to see his roommate for help, breaking the intimate bond of confidence you usually share together in the hopes of finding someone better qualified at handling the situation.

Which turned out to be an even bigger mistake.

Jayce isn't bad at discussing emotions per se; in fact, he's leagues above Viktor in that department. Where he tends to bottle up his thoughts and stew in them for hours on his own, Jayce will always be up for a talk, no matter the time or topic, that shining smile on his lips.

However, despite this, Jayce is a very poor listener.

His leg has been bouncing up and down for the last hour, like a puppy that needs to go pee outside. He's barely listening, only commenting every now and then, in favour of grinning at him and whispering embarrassing words of what he thinks is encouragement.

“Tell her you'll be there for her!”

“C'mon, say you'll go over to see her!”

“Vik, this is your moment!”

And then, there's Mel.

Because somewhere in the middle of this living nightmare, he thought perhaps a feminine, calm and composed presence like Mel would help you relax. Mel is the perfect listener, always striking that perfect balance between lending an ear and giving solid guidance. Viktor often finds himself wishing he could learn from how well she seems to understand everyone around her.

And yet her addition to the phone call seemingly just made everything worse.

You were definitely already a few drinks in by the time you called him, and now with her there as empathic support, you've lost absolutely all sense of self-restraint.

“And he was so bad with his tongue, did I say that before, Mel? He had no idea what to do with it, just shoving it in my mouth like a worm-”

Viktor is going insane. Hell is really just a never-ending phone call, with the girl you like telling you about sex with her ex.

“Yeah, honey, you did,” Mel sighs, even her otherworldly patience starting to wear thin. He can hear the fatigue in her voice; its close to one AM on a week day. “Maybe you should go to bed for the night, and rest up a little?”

Her extremely wise suggestion falls on deaf ears once again. He's not sure anything could stop your monologue now.

He's usually always so enamoured when you talk about anything. You're always so passionate, full of fire, ready to challenge the status quo and refusing to let anyone's opinion get in your way. It's captivating.

Now, he's mentally arguing the ethics of just pressing the ‘end call’ button to end his suffering.

“I just want someone who'll love me you know?” you drunkenly whine. “Someone who's gonna want to listen to me rant about stupid things. Who's gonna kiss me like it means something. Someone who's actually going to eat me out,” you spit out, clearly still bitter on the topic, “and who's gonna think of me as the only one for them.”

There's a pause, the first one in what feels like hours. You breathe slowly into the mic, only interrupted by a small hiccup. The next words come out quieter, defeated.

“And I don't know anybody who would ever be that person for me.”

Someone speaks up right after that.

“I would.”

And for a second, Viktor really wonders who said that.

Then it registers that that was his voice.

And then the math all adds up in his head, and he realizes it was him.

There's an odd, deafening silence in the room. It's like the pause button on a video has been pressed. For a second, he thinks maybe he's just hallucinated the whole thing.

But then, Jayce smiles at him with one of those handsome, enormous grins of his, and the dread of knowing this is very real sinks in.

“…Sorry, Viktor, what did you say?” you ask, voice no longer shaky.

There are three possible routes to take from here.

He could A., lie and hope you think you misheard him. Not a very likely scenario, because Viktor heard himself say the two cursed words crystal clear. You would call him out instantly.

B., he could hang up, and never talk to you again. Drastic, but a necessary evil. At least he would avoid the embarrassment of ever having to talk to you again. Knowing you, you wouldn't let him off so easily, though.

C., he could be honest. He could tell you he wants to hear you talk about anything and everything, except perhaps your shitty exes. He could tell you he's looked your way for a very, very long time, and that he'd never found the right moment, the right words, to tell you. He could tell you he loves you.

Unfortunately, before he has time to consider his choices and weigh the various pros and cons, Jayce starts answering for him with triumphant laughter:

“Oh my god, Viktor finally said he would-”

“-Would call you back later, yes, goodnight!” he quickly yelps, almost throwing the phone down as he presses the button to end the call. The black screen stares back at him tauntingly.

Meanwhile, Jayce looks at him like he's grown a second head:

“Why did you hang up?!” he protests, picking up the phone and wagging it over Viktor's nose, “This is it! You did it! It's your moment!”

Viktor snatches the phone back, shoving it into his back pocket. Out of sight, out of mind.

“My moment is absolutely not going to happen on the phone, with two other people listening in, while she's ranting about an ex-lover!” he hisses out.

Jayce's expression softens, like he's just now realizing these might not be ideal circumstances. The smartest man Viktor has ever known is somehow also the most dense.

“Maybe she didn't hear,” he adds in a tone that unsuccesfuly tries to be comforting”, “Maybe she heard ‘high wood’, like a… forest of pines?”

Before Viktor can ask how, exactly, a forest of pines of all things would have fit into their conversation, something against his hip vibrates in an awfully familiar pattern.

It's his phone.

“…or maybe not,” Jayce concludes.

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Viktor would 100% love you on top of him, but he would also enjoy rutting into you while you’re on top.

Imagine you both had a long day and needed to let off some steam, so you do your usual routine and you’re on top of him once again. You roll your hips slowly, carefully bouncing up and down on him.

Viktor’s eyes water at the sensation, whimpering at the feeling of you squeezing him. His eyes meet your own and you lean down to kiss him, losing momentum. Suddenly, you feel a thrust come upward from him, causing you to pull away from his lips as it caught you off guard. It felt great, but you worried it world put a strain on him. “Vik’, let me take care of you.”

He shakes his head, “need more..” he pulls you back down to his lips and begins thrusting into you at a quicker, yet deeper pace. Your eyes roll into the back of your head at the feeling. Viktor moans into your ear and lays kisses on your lobe, down your neck. You clench around him, signaling you’re close.

Viktor puts his hands on your hips, thrusting deeper than before causing you to moan louder, echoing through the room. “Cumming.. mmf..” Viktor’s grip on your hips slams you down once more, both of you cumming at the same time. You both lay, catching breaths for a moment.

Getting the strength back, you lean up to look at him. “That was different.” You say, chuckling. Viktor’s face flushed as he looked away from you, “s-sorry, I just feel bad making you do the work, you deserve to feel good too.” You roll your eyes and kiss his cheek, “Vik, if you think you don’t make me feel good, you’re crazy. This was nice though.” He nods.

“I’ll make a note to do it again, just for you.”

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sweet tea. - with Viktor from "Arcane"

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♥︎ Synopsis: Being friends with a scientist It's really complicated, especially when he loves his creation so much.

♥︎ Contains: Slow burn (?), Y/N cited, not reviewed, Stressed Viktor, and a few other things I don't remember?

♥︎ A/Note: It's been a while since I've written. I missed this feeling. I love you guys. I love being back.

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It's hard to see Viktor outside his lab. Everything in his life revolves around this Hextech. Everything.

Anyway, miracles do happen, don't they? While his mind was working hard on Hextech, he was also thinking about you.

You're his best friend, along with Jayce. You admire him. Really, it's a huge admiration. Everything he does is graceful, the way he explains every detail to you is incredible. He's a genius! At least, that's what you think.

He doesn't see himself that way. It's so complicated, he has so many problems... His leg, which he's already angry about having, is a thing of the past, but he still doesn't like it. It's a problem for him. Understanding Hextech, how it works... another problem. But... he has you.

He always has you. You arrive at the lab. You could tell he wasn't in a very good mood, he was shirtless and bouncing his leg frustratedly.

You sigh and pull up a chair next to him. "Um, is everything okay..?" you ask hesitantly. You know it's not by the way he looks at you. "Okay... I'll make some tea, what flavor do you want?" you smile, trying to cheer him up. “Bring me… anything.” He sighs and waves his hand at you, you could even make a joke.

You leave the lab, walking calmly until you reach a makeshift kitchen. You look through a few tea flavors until you find a Hibiscus one. You like the flower, but the flavor of this tea is wonderful! You sigh and put the water on to heat. You lean against the counter, and find yourself thinking about Viktor.

He's been trying so hard, it's killing him. You grab two cups and the hibiscus leaves. You stir carefully, without spilling, just... calm. Thinking of ways to get Viktor out of that shitty lab. Why does he care so much?! You believe, yes, in the power of that thing, but it will end with him!

You pick up the cups and walk out of the kitchen, carrying them shakily. You arrive at the lab and sit next to him again, he looks very tired. "Viktor, rest, please." you ask, putting your hand on his shoulder "You won't achieve anything being so tired like this!" you say a little more worried.

"I don't need your 'pity', Y/N, I can do this on my own! I don't care if I'm tired, I need to solve this thing!" He shivers, he's nervous. You swallow hard and take a deep breath.

"Viktor, listen to me, you can't think like this! You're so... frustrated, tired!" You hold his wrist, while he looks you up and down with anger, but that tired kind of anger… "Look, I know you're smart," you look into his eyes, "I know you'll be able to solve this, but rest. Please." You hold his hands, pulling him away from Hextech. You see his eyes red with sleep.

He sighs and gives up fighting you. "Okay. I'm going to rest..." he says in that low, sweet voice of his. You nod and pick him up, holding his hand, leading him to his room. Patiently, walking carefully so he doesn't strain his leg any more.

When you get to his room, you pull him into the bathroom. It must have been a while since he's had a relaxing bath. He tries to say no, but he just goes along with it. You take off his pants and put him under warm water, just relaxing him. After a few minutes, you hand him the towel.

He looks at you, he looks upset, tired, you don't even know what he might be feeling anymore. He sighs and dries himself.You pull him to his bed, it's a small, cramped bed, but you sit there while he lies down. He puts his head on the pillow and looks like he's going to pass out from exhaustion.

He looks at you sideways and takes your hand. "Thank you." He says softly and in a low voice. He pulls you next to him, and you don't refuse to lie down there. Maybe the feeling had faded, maybe it was something you thought you had left in the past, but it wasn't quite like that. You smiled and blushed as you lay down next to him. His hand holding yours. “Comfortable?" He says, chuckling softly at your sudden shyness.

"Yeah, you could say that." You pretend to shrug. You smile and suddenly, for a few seconds, you pull him closer to you. He gets a little scared but doesn't pull away. You smile and kiss him on the forehead. "Now rest, Viktor. I promise to be here." You say, he sighs and hugs you back.

Maybe, it's just fatigue getting to him, and the rest is history.

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IM BAAAACK

I know I've been gone for a while, hehe, but I felt energized by Arcane and I'm loving Viktor! in fact, I'll post something about him today! 💋

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MY MEN, MY MEN!! BLEACH ANIME 20TH ANNIVERSARY - ANTAGONISTS

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nsfw:

more simon corrupting religious reader thoughts.

simon, who likes to pick you up from church. your pretty smile turning into a bitten lip, your cheeks heat up as the guilt of what his figure means to you makes your heart race.

simon, who talks to your friends and pastor. his hand never leaving your waist, his big frame making you look so tiny. your legs squeeze against eachother as his hand starts to rub circles on your hip.

simon, who cant wait to take you home. he just drives to a secluded area. making you strip on the back of his black truck.

simon, who bends you over his lap, punishing you for being so dirty. poor thing just got out of church and is soaking wet on a big mans lap);

simon, who mocks you and pounds into ylu even harder when he hears a little 'oh god~' come out of your mouth.

simon, who has your eyes filled with tears as he is fucking into you, your faces smashed into the window, where you could see the side of your church, big cross standing tall above it.

simon, who knows that all you need is him. his big arms around your body comforting you.

"shhh, i know love, i know. don't cry, im here..."

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Hii :3

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I'm a big liar- ok I promised about responding to requests as quickly as possible but my life has been such a rush lmao

Anyway, sorry for not responding as quickly as I said. 😬

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Hello, it's me again!!

I was gone for a bit, but now I'm back and I'll try to respond to requests as quickly as I can!!! :) <3

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Miguel lends himself so well to monochrome pieces