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hivemuthur · 4 months ago

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To Be Known - Ch.2.

viktorxfem!reader explicit! Modern AU, set in London, current era but not very specific. It's just a love story.

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word count: 4,6K

warnings, or rather this chapter contains: one saucy Freaktor, smut in d/s dynamics, very slight barely-there miss-it-if-you-blink degradation, no crazy stuff yet just plain old sex, subspace/domspace, two people in utter delulu about feeling like that about each other after one night. So, kids shoo!

author’s note: Ok, this is us, eating the veggie meatballs. My knee is jumping because I really want to go look at the organization containers to sort out my storage room. So, for me this is sort of a filler episode :v Also, I made a playlist, if you want to listen. I think Sundays will be my days to publish this, if you like consistency.

Special thanks as usual to @rennethen for proof reading. Artist is @petitesieste ♡

Cross-posted on AO3

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Oh, how he hates gatherings. Every second is so precious to him. Every single moment wasted on indulgence is one that could’ve brought him closer to whatever goal he was working toward with Jayce. But even Viktor is only human. So, after hundreds of whiny please and tons of pleading eyes from Jayce, he finally caved.

He begged Jayce for five more minutes, then another five, before relenting when his partner came at him with the intention of dragging him out of the lab by force—by the ears, or worse, by throwing him over his shoulder like a damsel.

He complained all the way in the cab, telling Jayce that he needed to vent before putting on his social face. He spent the first half an hour sipping his drink, unamused by all the conversations about superficial science and culture, forcing himself not to roll his eyes at Salo.

Until Mel’s eyes lit up with that familiar excited glint when she waved at you stepping through the door. Viktor stole a glance, then lingered despite himself, only turning away when your eyes began to roam the table. He couldn’t help but notice the one too-low undone button of your shirt, the crease in it, and your freshly applied red lipstick, making your mouth stand out the most. Pretty, Viktor thought, and immediately regretted not taking Jayce up on the offer of meeting you earlier.

But Viktor knew better than this. He knew better than to step his foot into the crack of a door that should remain closed. A man married to his work, he occasionally engaged in affairs to quiet the storm in his mind when it became unbearable. But here, dealing with a common friend and a potential disaster of what his usual practices might entail, he was, after a moment of thought, grateful that he hadn’t met you earlier.

And he worried momentarily that you would notice, or rather, feel the way his eyes burned into your throat every time you spoke. Or that you would notice the special attention he gave each time you cracked your fingers with a loud pop. When you rolled your spine against the back of the chair, he nearly sighed, but managed to swallow it down. Your frazzled demeanour and the way you spoke about your work had him both hypnotised and impressed—not only because every word spilled from your red mouth, but because he welcomed the thought of reducing this sharp, self-possessed creature to a whimpering mess at his feet faster than he could blink.

A theory formed in his head quicker than he would like to admit, based on loose evidence that made him think he might be wishing it into existence. Only one way to check. A perfect opportunity presented itself when your carefully held facade slipped through the overlapping voices of a tiresome conversation.

When he leaned in and rested his hand on your thigh, he thought nothing of it. When his nose brushed under your ear and he inhaled your scent, he still thought nothing of it. Even when you froze at the feeling of his arm crowding you, there still wasn’t a thought of conclusion clattering through his head. Yet once the command was served and you slipped back into laser focus, his cock knew before he did. It twitched insistently at the ghost of your fingertips passing him the bottle and at the sight of your parted mouth and hooded eyes as you ogled his throat.

And he had to hold himself back so dearly from yanking his hand higher, from gathering the damp evidence between your legs—before deciding, just this once, to leave it to faith instead of peering through the looking glass.

His own stoic veneer began to crack once when he learned where you lived, and then again when you agreed to share a cab with him. It felt as if he were asking whether you’d like him to fuck you stupid, and your answer sounded as if you were telling him that you’d like it very much—please, thank you. He watched your lips wrap around the question of when, not if, he wanted to go, and he said the first thing that tore through his throat faster than any other could. Now. Now. Let’s go now.

Immediately, desire followed the glance you gave him, and Viktor hoped pleasure would quickly follow desire. He knew soon enough—when he had you undoing his buttons, pushing your hands to his bare stomach like a greedy little thing. He had to stop you right there with a witty remark, hoping you wouldn’t take note of the sanctimonious edge to his tone.

Now, with you pressed against the elevator door, Viktor still profoundly believes that he is never wrong—except for the one to ten times he refused to meet you under the excuse of being buried under an avalanche of tasks. He is almost glad it’s only happening now, because you will be a massive distraction for his hard-working brain.

A perfect mirror of his desires, where you give everything he wants and take everything he gives. He doesn’t have to worry when his mouth lays waste to the remnants of your red lipstick, because you push yourself against him as if you’d rather exchange it for a tattoo of permanent bruise. He needn’t worry about his hands raking your thighs a bit too roughly, because your tights are already torn. In this moment, when you whine out his name after every tease he throws at you, he worries about absolutely nothing.

With his cane wedged under his armpit, he holds you tight by the ass, rutting into your hips, pretending it’s only to keep you from toppling out with a loud thump once the elevator pings open. A dozen ideas crash through his head the moment it does—from fucking you against the hallway wall (was his leg going to be this gracious today?) to yanking you down onto your knees and fucking your throat instead—smearing the last traces of red from your lips all over his cock, aching and straining in his pants. Holding your hair tight and praising you for each gag.

“Wait,” he tells you firmly when you leech onto his neck while he fumbles with the keys. You obey—not without a pout—but stop, your arms falling loosely around his stomach. The moment the door cracks open, he sweeps you inside, locks it blindly, and walks you to the nearest soft seating—the bedroom is too far.

Greedy hands tremble as you yank the belt from the loops at his waist. Viktor chuckles, bewildered by your eagerness, but decides it feels nice to be wanted so openly.

His trousers slide down to his thighs as he sinks onto the sofa, guiding your hips to glue onto his. He groans at the lovely pressure of your weight resting against his cock—hard and leaking—and runs a flat palm up your legs, rolling your skirt higher. His fingers find the growing eyelet in your tights, thread through, and pull. The sound of tearing makes you gasp and giggle. It doesn’t stop there—three fingers hook into your underwear, sliding it to the side as he drags them through your slit.

A breathy hum escapes him. “So fucking wet. What a lovely slut you are.”

And you know damn well you are anything but. Sensible in your choices, reason always outshining need—where a sloppy one-night stand never seems worth the next-day headache or the risk of running late for work. Which you love and cherish above all else. But from his mouth, it sounds like the highest of praises. It sparks a searing greed that courses through your veins and drops between your legs as you grind against his cock, begging for more.

“Say it again.”

“Ask me nicely,” he murmurs with a smirk, moving his fingers into your hair and tugging at the nape, fixing you in place.

“Please, say it again,” you plead, your hands trailing along his face, tender, catching at his lips before sliding lower—to his neck, to tickle behind the ear.

Viktor memorises the shape of your mouth when you say please—yet still, he wishes to see it in the flesh more. He brings your head close, rubs his nose against your cheek, and inhales, eyes fluttering shut.

“My gorgeous little slut. Oh, you look so fucking pretty,” he breathes against your lips before sinking his tongue between them. The connection he feels is instant, almost uncanny. He explores your mouth freely, licking at the roof, nipping at your tender flesh through hums and chuckles when your hips roll over his. A torturous drag along his clothed cock where your dampness seeps into the fabric, mixing into one.

Your fingers drop lower, tugging at the waistband of his briefs. You break the kiss and ask needily, “Do you want to—?” Take these off and give me your cock. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.

“Not yet,” he murmurs, shaking his head—a promise of something else excites you stupidly. “Be a good girl and make yourself cum like this first.”

You don’t need to be told twice. Utterly possessed by the sight of him beneath you, you wrap your arms around his neck, bring your face close enough for him to feel the way your brows scrunch in focus, and rut your cunt into his lap. An embarrassing amount of slick leaks from you, drenching his underwear, adding to the delicious friction you’re chasing until your core is swollen, twitching, clenching around nothing—as if you could pull his cock inside by sheer force of will.

Viktor watches, transfixed, eyes wide with admiration, hoping he can hold out until he’s truly buried deep within you. Each time he mutters a lewd remark, you feel an invisible fist closing around the muscles of your lower abdomen. It sends a nearly painful pang through you, making your hips jolt and stutter.

“I knew I had to fuck you the minute I saw you,” he murmurs, brushing your damp hair back—his touch light, its kindness contradicting anything that falls from his lips. Your eyes roll in a full circle, each word choking spasms out of your core.

“It’s hard to be in charge all the time, isn’t it?” His voice is smooth, full of temptation, dripping sugar straight into your ears. It’s within reach, a release of all your worries for you to grasp as he holds it out to you on an open palm. Indulgence, you realise you need so dearly to stay sane. You feel like you’ve found a missing piece of a puzzle, something that will make you whole by taking something else away.

His fingers slip beneath the torn fabric of your tights, kneading the flesh of your ass as he guides you on his lap, grinding, rolling—each movement pressing your swollen clit against the hard ridge of his cock. You whimper in response, clutching at his neck, nails biting through the skin leaving crescent dents.

“Do you want me to fuck you stupid?” His breath ghosts over your cheek, hot and unrelenting, each word a hook that tugs something deep in your belly.

You nod, frantic, but it’s not enough for him. His grip tightens, forcing you to slow, to drag yourself over him with purpose, until each pulse of pleasure is unbearably sharp.

“Use your words,” he murmurs. “Tell me what you need,” Viktor says with a raw and honest intention. He means every word.

You moan, lips parted, head falling back. “Yes—yes, I want it. Please.”

He groans, full and pleased, drinking in the sight of you becoming undone above him. He loves this—the feeling of being alive and kicking as control seeps from someone to him. His hands squeeze your flesh, guiding you down harder, and he smiles when you shudder from the pressure.

“It’s alright, you don’t need to worry about anything,” he soothes, voice dipping into something dangerously gentle. “Just cum for me.”

A helpless little cry breaks from you, your movements turning more and more jerky. Each filthy drag against him sets you hot, your body writhing, helpless in his hands.

“Such a good girl,” he praises, voice drenched in satisfaction, watching the pleasure ripple through you, thighs clenching and tightening around his. When you come—wrecked, panting against his mouth, clinging to his neck—Viktor feels it like a gift. Precious. Just for him, given willingly and gratefully. He keeps it close and doesn’t show to anyone.

It’s nearly enough for him to have you settle and cool down, slumped against his chest, looking an absolute mess—hair still damp, coat ruffled, skirt twisted around your waist. Your shirt is full of creases, tights torn, makeup smeared across your face—a perfect picture to summarize his work.

As you blink, your eyelashes tickle his neck, and Viktor noses into your forehead, urging you to look up at him. “All good?” he asks when you do, his grin is loose, toothless, completely at ease.

Slowly, you blink again and nod, painfully aware of how hard his cock still is beneath you.

“Can you get up?” Viktor murmurs, tucking hair behind your ear. With another quick nod, you scramble from his lap, and he groans at the loss of contact.

A pleading hand reaches for you, and you take it, helping him up. He sweeps his cane from where it lies abandoned on the floor. A wave of self-consciousness floods you as you glance at him—at both of you—realising that neither of you had undressed, not even slightly. Clothes wrinkled, hair messy. Viktor pulls up his trousers and fastens the buttons, uncaring, just enough to manage a safe walk to the bedroom. He doesn’t comment on how wet his briefs are. Only in his head.

Taking your hand again, he leads you through the apartment in silence. Were you not so utterly fucked-out, you might have tried to steal glances, to memorise every detail of his space, let it tell you things about him he might not say aloud. But the short walk passes in a haze, and you doubt you’d be able to find your way back on your own.

When you reach the bedroom, he motions toward the adjacent bathroom. And when you catch sight of yourself in the mirror, your hand flies up to clasp over your mouth.

Dark streaks run down your cheeks—whether from rain or tears, you can’t remember. A stain of pink smudges past the border of your lips, spreading to your cheeks and chin. Your neck is marked with his lips and teeth, blooming in angry colours.

Abruptly, you wash your face as best you can, grabbing a random towel to dry off. A brief concern flits through your mind—that this might be his ass towel—but the thought is quickly followed by another: you don’t care.

You peel off your tights and, for whatever reason, roll them into a ball and shove them into your coat pocket. Only now do you notice the undone button of your shirt, revealing the bridge of your bra.

One deep breath. You shake off your coat, drape it over your arm, and step out from the bathroom, shoes in your other hand.

Viktor is sitting on the bed, waiting. He’s taken his coat off too, and when he looks up at you, you catch sight of the mark you left on his neck. Much less impressive than the ones you’re sporting.

“Come.” He beckons you forward, and you abandon your belongings right where you are. You toss them onto a nearby chair before closing the distance in a few short steps—as if he’s coaxing you by a leash.

Once you’re within reach, he seizes your hips, pulls you close, and breathes against your stomach. “Do you wish to stop or continue?” he asks, hands sliding back to cup your ass.

He already knows the answer, but hearing you say it makes it better. He can see you sinking into the space he wants you in, and the sight grants him a sense of fulfilment—different from the satisfaction of cracking open some nagging problem in the lab with Jayce. Incomparable. Not better or worse, but this—this feels close to best.

He’s certain the alcohol burned off somewhere between the cab ride and you writhing on his lap, but he still feels faintly drunk. Just on something else. And when his eyes meet yours—dazed and dark with want—and your lips mutter a shy, “Please, continue,” he has to supress a dumb smile and possibly a triumphant yes slipping from his mouth.

“Good,” he says instead, unzipping your skirt. It falls to pool around your feet. Next goes your underwear.

You just stand there, letting him undress you, heart hammering in your chest. Your breath hitches as his hands brush over your belly, undoing the remaining buttons of your shirt. Then, he slides his palms flat up your sides, reaching for the back of your bra. With a single twitch of his fingers, it unclasps, and all you have to do is shake everything off to be completely bare.

You stare at him expectantly when he mutters, “Sit,” and pats the space beside him. Thoughtlessly, you obey, eyes never leaving his.

“Undress me,” he commands, though the words come out too breathy to be firm.

It’s all so easy. Completely violating your usual paradigm and you wonder if that’s exactly why the momentary exit of this recursion tastes so sweet. It’s heavy on your tongue when you swallow, blink slowly and naturally give yourself into every gentle order. It coats your insides with warmth as you truly feel like there is nothing you need to worry about and whatever Viktor says is the law.

Calmly, you bring your hands to his buttons, undoing them one by one, exposing his chest. His sternum juts out between flat pectorals, the skin dips above his clavicle. As you slide his shirt off his back, your fingers trace over those hollows, lingering.

Viktor hums in appreciation, then stands, stepping between your legs. His hands settle on your shoulders as you fumble with the buttons of his trousers—then pause, distracted by the bruises marking his lower abdomen.

One is faint, yellow and brown, blooming across his pale skin. The other is fresh—an angry smear of red and purple beneath the porcelain layer.

You brush tentative fingers over it, your mouth already forming a question, but Viktor takes your hands and guides them back to his crotch. “It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

You nod, brows still knitted, before sliding his trousers down along with his underwear, revealing his cock for the first time. Viktor doesn’t say a word—just threads his fingers through your hair, cradling the back of your head, and gently guides you forward. He doesn’t force, doesn’t push. Just holds.

Your cheek presses against him, the warmth of his half-hard length seeping into your skin. He’s hot beneath you, smooth, and when you exhale, the shift of your breath makes him twitch.

You close your eyes and let yourself sink into it, hands coming up to grip his hips. His ribs expand with a slow inhale, fingers stroking lazily at your scalp. Not urging, almost longing. The weight of him against your face makes something in your stomach swell—desire-adjacent, but warmer, gentler. Intimate in a way you hadn’t expected back in the cab.

Viktor purrs, deep and satisfied, as if you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be. His head tilts back, eyes slipping shut as he breathes into the ceiling, holding onto you and wondering how he’s found something like this at the world’s fucking end. He might still be drunk after all.

He grows fully hard just from the warmth of your skin. With a long sigh, he tilts your head up so that your chin rests against his stomach. “Lie down for me,” he murmurs, stroking your cheek, eyes molten.

You crawl back onto the mattress on your hands and knees, feeling oddly exposed. This doesn’t feel like just any one-night stand, and a small worry appears—that the mistake you were so willing to make might not be so easy to shake off.

Viktor follows, moving more gracefully than you expect, and only now do you notice the brace hugging his knee. He catches the shift in your expression and repeats, “Don’t worry about that one either, hmm?”

Leaning over, he pulls open the bedside drawer and retrieves a condom—a mundane little gesture that has your eyes tracking the movement of his hands. You prop yourself on your elbows and watch as he rolls it on, then shiver when his palms slide from your thighs to your sides. He braces himself against you, head dipping to settle between your legs. Golden eyes flick up to yours, and a smile curves his lips, before he lets a slow stream of spit drip onto your cunt.

You watch, wide-eyed, until you feel it hitting your skin, slipping snugly where you part. Your mouth falls open when he drags his fingers through the mess, spreading it all over. An occasional fingertip dips inside, shallow and teasing, just enough to make you gasp. Each time it does, your muscles contract, trying to keep him in.

“Look at you,” he murmurs. “So needy.” It’s meant as a tease, but his voice holds too much wonder.

He leans back, one hand wrapping around the base of his cock, dragging the head through the slick he’s worked into you. The touch has you trembling, thighs twitching when he presses forward just enough to catch at your entrance before pulling away again.

“Do you really want me so much?” His lips curl, tone bordering on mocking, but his thumb strokes your hip as if in apology. You nod, resisting the urge to shift your hips down and take him in yourself. “So desperate… squeezing around nothing.” He tsks, shaking his head.

And then, finally, he pushes inside.

It burns from all the work you’ve done on yourself grinding against his underwear. He stretches you inch by inch, even though you can feel how much he wants to just slam deep inside—leave you breathless, fill every empty space inside you.

Once hilted, Viktor sighs, deep and shuddering, and strokes your stomach before pressing your torsos together. His forehead rests against yours for just a moment. Then he shifts, hooking one of your legs over his good hip. He considers how to fuck you—how to test the waters without messing you up too much. So far, everything he’s said has had you writhing for him, mussing his hair and leaving wanting open-mouthed kisses everywhere—which is why he decides to tread a path he’s already mapped out for himself.

“Perfect fit,” he whispers, almost reverent, before drawing back and sinking in again, and it’s so achingly slow. His elbows rest on either side of your head, caging you in, and when your neck arches, his hand comes to cradle your nape. A thumb strokes there, soothing, as he rocks into you. His eyes lock onto your face, memorizing every reaction.

“You’re doing so well,” he praises, voice thick, his hips rolling deeper. “You don’t need to worry about anything.” Hot breath sears across your throat before his teeth sink in, deepening the colour palette there.

“Only about being a good slut, yes?”

The words make you clench around him, and you grasp his hair, pulling his mouth close to yours, just as he expects. You breathe countless yeses against his lips, the panic of being so close to someone bleeding into the tremendous pleasure of being seen.

The more you squeeze him, the more Viktor groans, pressing closer, his weight pinning you down. He takes his time, thrusting deep and sluggish, grinding his groin against your clit. It’s a sweet torture that builds in your lower belly, spreading through your body in rays, buzzing beneath your skin, curling at the tips of your fingers and toes.

You are convinced your brain has turned to mush when all that leaves your mouth is a blabbering mess. Please and fuck and yes make the occasional appearance, but most of it is just senseless mewling, intermingling with the wet, squelching sounds of his cock pumping into you.

Viktor chuckles—breathless and hoarse. “So far gone already? Is this all it takes?” His words are laced with teasing, but there’s an edge to them, a tremor beneath the mockery. He’s losing himself too.

His hips roll with a strain, and you jerk beneath him, body seizing, jaw slacking in a soundless cry before you gasp in the air he’s stolen from you.

“Good girl,” he rasps, watching your expression twist between desperation and bliss. His hand at your neck tightens, enough to coax a bruise and enough to keep you where he wants you. His other hand slips between your bodies, fingers seeking out your swollen clit. “Come on, almost there.”

The pressure tips you over the edge, white heat flooding through you in an orgasm so intense it borders on painful. Your back arches, nails raking down his spine, and a strangled moan tears from your throat as you convulse around him, gripping him in a vacuous trap. The squeeze wrenches a ragged noise from Viktor’s throat, and makes his hips stutter.

He had meant to pull out, to spill onto your stomach or your tits in a final act of marking, but the way you tighten around him wrecks that plan entirely. A guttural curse breaks from his lips, and he buries himself to the hilt, spilling into the condom with a shuddering groan.

For a moment, he stays like that—pressed flush against you, panting into your ear, his lips catching your earlobe with each breath. Fingers around neck loosen, sweat-slicked hair plasters to your cheek. He seems as far gone as you are.

Then, slowly, he gathers himself, pressing his lips to your throat—soft kisses, tender. His tongue flicks out, tracing the marks his teeth have left, soothing them with lazy strokes.

“How are you?” he murmurs at last, voice spent.

But you are falling, deep and fast. Lodged into a space you don’t know. The world around you feels distant, sounds muffled like they’re coming through water. Your limbs are heavy, yet weightless all at once. There’s warmth—his body, the sheets, the lingering pulse of pleasure still rolling through you—but it feels separate, like it belongs to someone else.

Breathing feels slow, difficult. You need to put effort in it. You blink sluggishly up at him, trying to gather words, but they slip through your fingers, elusive. Nothing hurts. Nothing feels. There’s a quiet in your mind, vast and still, as if you’re floating untethered.

Viktor watches you closely, his brows knitting together. His fingers trace your cheek, then down your arm, grounding and gentle. “Still with me?” he asks, softer this time, concern weaving through the exhaustion in his voice. “Water? Bathroom?”

His offers come one after another, and you nod to each without really knowing what it is you need.

Without knowing if this should be happening at all, you let him help you up, his hands steady at your waist as he guides you toward the bathroom. But the moment you reach the door, panic claws up your throat. You press a hand to his chest, stopping him before he can follow.

When he protests, brows furrowing, you manage to breathe out, “Please,” and he hesitates. There’s reluctance in the way he steps back, but he lets you go. He waits, slumping onto the bed, his chin resting in his palm, knee bouncing. It’s a please he doesn’t like.

Inside, you turn on the tap and brace yourself against the sink, staring into the mirror. Your lips are kissed red, your neck outright bruised, dark blotches blooming against on skin. The sight should make your mouth fall open, but your muscles won’t move.

You wash your face again, use the same towel, caring about its purpose even less than before. You feel nothing and everything at once. It’s terrifying and lonely and you have no idea what to do with it. Instinct—the real, honest one—tells you to run back to him and cuddle into his lap. Rest your cheek on his knee and let him pet you until your lids get heavy.

But there is another, learned and unnatural, that keeps you here, in the bathroom, calculating and worrying about how needy you are about to come off as.

When you step outside, the vacuum begins to suck you inward, hollowing you out. With the wrong instinct at hands, you reach for your coat and shoes. You need to leave.

Viktor shoots you a questioning look. He stands up, limps toward you, fingers curling gently around your arm beckoning you to pause. “I can’t let you go home now,” he says in a calm voice, as if there is something he knows that you don’t.

“I—” The excuses pile on your tongue, desperate and clumsy. “I should get back. I have… work, and—”

“I’ll wake you,” he says simply. “But you should stay.”

“I… I don’t have any clothes,” you grasp, even as you clutch your coat tighter.

“We’ll figure it out in the morning.”

"Viktor, I—" Your voice wavers as fear grips you, tight and suffocating. “I don’t have time for… I’m so busy, I can barely—” You cut yourself off, frustration spilling into frantic gestures. You can’t even articulate it—this sense that you’ve made a mistake, that none of this should have happened, that you shouldn’t have come to Mel’s party in the first place, because this… this is way too frightening.

Something flickers across Viktor’s face, subtle but unmistakable. Something that sinks, just slightly, despite the euphoria he’d felt only moments ago. It’s swept away with the wave of your hands, and he curses himself for letting you alone into that bathroom.

He forces out a chuckle, but when he speaks your name, it’s firm. “I am not asking you to marry me. I am busy too.”

The words land sharper than he intends. Regardless of everything that has happened tonight, this one little remark you give him is enough to slam his defences back into place. So instead of just asking you to stay, he adjusts, laying out another path. An emergency escape.

“This… doesn’t have to go anywhere,” he says, voice quieter, careful. “But trust me when I tell you, you will be very sad if you go home alone now.” His thumb strokes absentmindedly over your wrist. “Stay. I promise I will wake you. Francis Crick is close to South Bank—”

“Okay.” It slips from your lips before you can stop it, before your mind can twist itself into another reason to leave.

Viktor exhales and nods, taking the coat away from you and hanging it around the chair. Then he takes your hand and leads you to the bed and you feel momentarily guilty that he had to walk this distance without the cane.

He lets you in first and you push yourself all the way to the edge, feeling like you are invading his space in a way that is too much. This sudden neediness, this sensation of dependency—it’s a perfect stranger. Making you fragile in a way that you haven’t felt in the longest time. And even though it carries a warmth with it, it comes unbidden, and you want to deal with it on your own, as you always do.

But Viktor doesn’t let you. He enters your space as if he knows you are too confused to ask. He slides himself clumsily next to you, squeezes his arm under your neck to cradle your head under his chin. Wraps another over your waist and traps you, hooking his leg over your hip. Then hums, knowing, all balmy against your skin and you feel like crying.

The sound of your name, spoken with patience, reaches you through the fog. It drifts through the quiet, settling beside you like a warm weight. He says it again, and again, until you shift and finally look at him. Your noses brush as he tilts his head, voice soft.

“You can tell me how you feel, you know that?”

“I don’t,” you blurt out before you can stop yourself. “I barely know anything about you.”

For a moment, there’s silence. Then Viktor exhales a quiet chuckle, his fingers coming to brush at your temple. “Well,” he muses, “my name is Viktor.” His knuckles trace lightly down the side of your face, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “I’m a scientist. Jayce’s friend and colleague.” His lips quirk, his voice low and steady. “I like documentaries and books.”

The way he speaks has your eyes rolling dismissively, but deep down you know what he’s doing. Each piece of himself he offers, no matter how obvious, grounds you back into reality.

“And I know exactly what is happening to you,” he murmurs. “And it’s alright. It’s supposed to happen.”

You swallow. “How do you know that?”

Viktor yawns, entirely unfitting to the scene, but he can’t help it. Lazily, as if it’s a fact known to all humanity, he offers you the biggest piece so far. “Because I’m feeling the exact opposite.”

You consider for a moment and furrow your brows. “What am I supposed to do?”

“Nothing.” His fingers slip into your hair to play with the strands. “Just feel it. It’s… nice. You are safe.” His voice drops lower, like a secret meant only for you. “It’s nice to be empty of everything for a bit.”

Your breath shakes as a question propelled by a child-like logic follows. “Does this mean you feel full?”

“Eh, something like that.” There’s a pause. Viktor’s fingers continue their slow movements in your hair, a soothing touch. Then, his voice lifts again, gentler still. “Does anything hurt?” You shake your head.

“Anything you didn’t like?” He hesitates, then curses himself for asking. He tells himself it’s ego-driven, or maybe just his scientific mind searching for data, for some answer he shouldn’t be seeking in the first place. This was meant to be a single night, wasn’t it? Again, you shake your head.

Encouraged—by what, he’s not sure, his brain or his heart—Viktor presses on. His thumb skims the edge of your jaw. “Did it feel… right?”

The question so timid, yet falls with a loud thump, pulled by gravity equal to that inside a black hole, because he has no idea what he’s tempering with.

Yes, you imagine yourself saying without hesitation. Yes, your body screams as you nuzzle into him, making yourself small, trying to crawl into his chest. Yes, say your arms wrapping around his waist and your feet pressing to his calves.

“Yes,” you whisper shyly into his neck and it’s enough.

Nothing follows, only Viktor’s pulse, loud and heavy in your ear. Sleep takes you with a few long exhales and you can make out his arm leaving you once to reach to his bed stand, setting the alarm. Then nothing, as you float, tethered.

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captain039 · 7 months ago

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PART 6 Blood, Fur and Magic

Vampire Viktor x reader x Werewolf Jayce

Warnings: Vampire things, werewolf things, light swearing, possessiveness, smut, sexual, intimacy, poly relationship, angst, violence

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It’s strange, being so close to two people at once. Viktor has taken up sleeping on your bed, well not sleeping, simply going into a meditative state, he always says a soft good morning to you when he feels you stir and it always makes your heart beat quicker. Jayce hasn’t stopped working in his room turned lab, sometimes in the middle of the night he’ll crawl in under your sheets, wrap his arms around your middle and press his head against your heart before he falls asleep easily. It’s become natural between the three of you to wake up together till you notice Jayce isn’t himself. He stays up all night, he’s tense and flinches at anything and he’s easily irritable snapping at either you or Viktor.

“Full moon” Viktor mutters next to you on the couch and you frown.

“It’s a full moon tonight” he repeats a frown on his face.

“What do we do?” You mutter.

“Nothing” Jayce says or rather snaps as he comes out of his room. He looks horrible, dark circles under his eyes tension radiating off his body.

“What do you mean nothing?” You say turning so you can look at him.

“I mean you’ll both stay here and do nothing” his eyes glow golden and his breath comes out in short pants.

“Jayce” Viktor says standing up and moving to him. Jayce watches him like a wild animal before Viktor cups Jayce cheek. Jayce melts eyes closing and nuzzling into Viktor’s hand just like you saw in your vision, only this time he’s human. You stand too feeling your magic gently thrumming in time with his quick pants.

“What do you need us to do?” You ask as Jayce opens his eyes to look to you.

“I’ll go down to the undercity, I know a way in, I’ll lock myself in the venting system caves like I’ve always done” he says moving Viktor’s hand from his face.

“Jayce that isn’t safe” you say and he growls making you flinch. He instantly looks guilty and somehow you can see him with pinned ears and a tail between his legs. He walks over and presses his forehead to yours muttering a sorry.

“I’m sorry I can’t let you get hurt. Either of you” Jayce cups the back of Viktor’s neck and tugs him closer.

“Jayce you won’t, you can’t” you say.

“Tell that to this thing inside me” he grits his teeth eyes still glowing.

“Jayce I’ve seen you in my dreams, my visions before you won’t hurt us in that form” you press.

“You don’t know that, you’ve had that vision once” he says and you can’t deny with logic.

“Let us come with you, just to guard” you suggest.

“No you’re not getting it” he snarls voice more beast than man.

“Jayce” Viktor says his voice low and thick with his accent and something deep responds inside you and it makes Jayce flinch.

“She is trying to help” Viktor says voice softer now as Jayce burrows his face in your neck. You sigh softly gently massaging his scalp with your fingers giving Viktor a worried look.

“You need to stay” Jayce mutters.

“Ok” you whisper.

Jayce doesn’t get any better, his anger and tension worsens and he leaves without word after dinner. You’re at a loss, you feel a coil in your stomach and you know Viktor can feel it too, but you respect his wishes. By midnight you can’t handle it, you pace your room the runes on your arms glowing brightly like your magic knows this isn’t right either. Viktor sits in the lab and you burst through the door.

“We’re leaving now- right now” you say.

“He told us to stay” he says but you know it’s forced.

“And I don’t give a damn I won’t let him suffer alone down there like some rabid beast!” You snap your magic flaring with you. Viktor’s eyes darken as he materialises in front of you, you don’t think you’ll ever get used to that.

“You are still injured” he nods to the cast on your leg and you frown looking at it. You forgot about it, forgot you broke your leg, the pain has been none existent.

“It doesn’t hurt” you say.

“Not now it doesn’t” Viktor says and you glare frustration in your eyes.

“I’m fine, Jayce needs us!” You snap at him magic humming with you.

“I’m leaving with or without you” you say and storm to the door. Viktor materialises again beside you.

“You don’t know the undercity streets. I do” he says and you sigh in relief and nod.

Walking to the undercity is hard in a cast you get frustrated at it magic thrumming under your hooded jacket.

“Take a breath” Viktor whispers leading you into an alley way. You sigh and take a small breath.

“I want this thing off” you gesture to your casted leg.

“It’s not fully healed” Viktor mutters his fingers brushing over your jaw. You sigh and relax against him as he leans in closer his lips ghosting over your forehead.

“Good girl” he mutters before kissing your forehead gently before leading you back out into the undercity streets. You follow him hand in hand trying to not draw attention to yourself, Viktor leads you lower and lower, through twists and turns you wonder how anyone can navigate here. He leads you to a large cave entrance lined with metal hut mostly overgrown.

“This is where the tunnels begin” Viktor says.

“I can feel him” you say even though it sounds impossible, the magic in you can sense him.

“I can too” Viktor mutters. You head inside looking at the glowing rocks on the side finding them beautiful. You walk for a while before you see shedded torn clothes on the ground and a loud roar echoing in the tunnels.

“Jayce” you whisper already rushing off. Viktor calls your name as you rush cursing the cast you wave your hand down a flash of magic and the cast breaks off making you stumble.

“Easy” Viktor’s quick to catch you and you stare at your leg, there’s no scars no indicating of surgery or anything.

“Fascinating” Viktor says.

“Can you stand?” He asks and you nod as he lets go and kneels. His hands gently trace your leg where scars should’ve been but there’s nothing, only the glowing runes.

“Rest on it” he says and you do, it feels back to normal.

“Did my magic somehow heal me?” You ask as he stands.

“It’s possible” he says as a low growl echos through the tunnels again.

“He’s close” Viktor says and you nod. You walk a little awkwardly with one bare foot but manage you follow the growls you see a few dead rats along the way till you spot a flash of fur.

“Jayce!” You yell and the beast turns around. He’s bigger than you realised, easily you and Viktor combined, he’s tall too even with his crouched position. His tail flicks behind him, you see his hackle raised along his neck and down his back as he stares at you both with golden eyes. You see Jayce in there, covered by this beast.

“Jayce, it’s us” you step closer and he growls. You hold your hands up in a surrendering gesture and watch as his ears perk forward but keeps a snarl on his face. You feel your magic call to him and his snarl slowly leaves a look of curiosity in his wolf like features as he lowers his hackles and sniffs. You lower your hands still walking closer before you reach a hand out to him. He’s still tense but he lowers his snout sniffing at your hand and wrist before something snaps in him. You see your magic send out a gentle blue tendril that floats around him, his eyes following it before he leans down and nuzzles into your hand.

“Jayce” you whisper softly lifting your other hand to cup his furry face. The beast lets out a small purr like noise as he lowers himself more for you to scratch him.

“I knew you wouldn’t hurt me” you whisper and he lets out a small whimper trying to nuzzle closer.

“You’re massive though” you laugh softly and listen to the playful growl he lets out.

“Jayce?” Viktor asks still behind you and you turn to him. Jayce’s ears perk up before he walks closer to Viktor, he sniffs before he lowers himself pressing his large face to Viktor’s forehead.

“You’re beautiful, my love” Viktor whispers and you feel your heart skip a beat as Viktor gently lets his wolfish face. You smile softly at the intimate scene before a rush of pain hits you. There’s a clenching sensation in your body like someone has your spine held in a fist and you collapse to the tunnel ground in a cry. Viktor’s by you instantly in a shadow of smoke and Jayce whines loudly rushing over.

“What’s wrong?” Viktor asks worried as your eyes flash with visions.

You see Zaun taken over by a powerful man, red and black robes who lives in a dark mansion casting Zaun into darkness, shadows of smoke and red dripping blood and a flash of a fanged smirk. Then you see Piltover, there are no people only guards with a wolf symbol on their chest, you see a man in a gold and white long coat and a flash of golden eyes and sharp canines. You see hundreds if not thousands dead in a pit forgotten, you see a side of each city exploded in the middle covered in a strange whispy blue fog.

“Accept the bond” I voice says.

You gasp and come out of the vision, you cry softly at the pain slowly leaving your body, you feel Viktor hold you close and Jayce’s large wolf head on your lap. Your hands go to his head fingers going through the fur as you cry softly. Those men, Viktor and Jayce on either side of this land, all that death and decay. You hold Viktor’s hand in your free one and gasp and tremble.

“Breathe, you need to breathe my sweet” Viktor says soothingly as you try to control your breathing.

“That’s it” Viktor says softly.

“In and out” he prompts.

“I saw something” you say panting as Viktor frowns and Jayce’s wolf head turns to you a little more in your lap.

“Zaun, in shadowed darkness and blood, ruled by you” you say to Viktor tears in your eyes and he frowns.

“Piltover in gold and white armour with a wolf head, no people just guards everywhere led by you” you look to Jayce his ears flattening as he nuzzles into your hand more.

“A large explosion in between the two city’s, with a strange blue wispy fog, like my magic” you say breathless feeling Viktor wipe your eyes.

“And words, accept the bond again, what bond though? I don’t know what it means” you let out a small overwhelmed sob.

“Is that our future?” You cry.

“Take a breath” Viktor orders gently and you shake your head till he cups your face forcing you to look at him. You sigh and take a deep breath.

“Good, this vision you saw is with me and Jayce?” He asks and you nod.

“Accept the bond” he ponders thoughtfully as Jayce whines in your lap.

“Your whining isn’t words” Viktor snips lightly and you smile weakly.

“We’ll talk about it once we’re home ok?” Viktor says and you nod making a surprised noise when his lips press softly against yours. Jayce begins to lick your hand and you let out a small giggle and disgusted noise.

next part ->

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ariasakka · 6 months ago

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Flames of Fate

Most of you followed me from my Viktor arcane smut…I have a feeling you won’t be interested in my Enji works so please just pretend you don’t see these ones thank you 😊

Your Fuyumi’s new work best friend you go to her house one night to drink and talk boys that’s when you meet her dad…

Female reader, age gap, daddy kink, size difference, smut with plot, fluff, etc

MDNI

Yeah so for some reason my Enji obsession always gets so bad when I’m ovulating…I had to give in and write Enji again for my own guilty pleasure. Hope you like the fic!

Fuyumi is 25, Enji is 45, you are around the same as as them in this story. (In my head y/n is 23-25 but you can make the reader whatever age you wish)

Song I was thinking of while writing “guys my age” by hey Violet

Fuyumi work’s at a hero day care. It’s nothing too special but it pays really good and it’s secure. Her dad gave her a good recommendation so she knows for sure they’d never dare fire Endeavor’s daughter.

She’s been working there since she was 20. Fuyumi went to college for about a year then dropped out. Enji didn’t mind as long as she was able to find a good job which she did. She hasn’t been able to make friends at day care because most of the women working there are far older and have little to nothing in common other than good cooking skills. That was until you started working there a few months ago.

Fuyumi was so happy to have someone close to her age working there with her! You are a bit shy so it took a few months for you guys to start being close. Finally you both got close enough for her to ask you over for drinks.

Fuyumi wanted to talk boy problems. She didn’t have anyone to vent to about stuff like this. She definitely couldn’t talk to her brothers about this sort of thing. You honestly found it amusing you had always thought Fuyumi was the innocent type you were eager to learn more about her.

Fuyumi had picked you up from your apartment to bring you over to her house.

When she had parked outside a massive house you were confused. You didn’t know she was Endeavors daughter. She doesn’t ever talk about her family aside from her brothers. You had thought she lived alone. You felt a little underdressed now. You were wearing a black fitted long sleeve shirt with a long skirt, still a nice choice but still.

You “Hey um, this is where you live?”

Fuyumi “Yeah! Sorry I forgot to mention. I still live with my brothers and dad! Though my brothers all live in school dorms so mostly just my dad.”

You “No worries. I now feel a bit underdressed for such a nice house haha”

Fuyumi “Don’t worry about it, you always look great y/n! If anything you always make me feel underdressed at work with all your natural beauty. Well here we are! Do you have any drink preferences?”

You “Nothing too strong I can’t handle alcohol that well.”

You both walk into the house. It’s absolutely beautiful and spotless. You wonder if her father hires a cleaner or if Fuyumi does this all herself. She leads you to the living room, it’s almost the size of your apartment. You can imagine she must get lonely being in such a big house all the time with her brothers at school.

Fuyumi comes back with a few bottles of wine and some glasses.

Fuyumi “Stealing some of my dad’s fancy wine tonight. But don’t worry he won’t mind. It’ll be just us for a while dad doesn’t get back till late.”

You smirk while pouring a glass “So…what are these so called boy problems you were so eager to tell me about mm?”

You both spend a few hours chatting about boys. Turns out Fuyumi had been sleeping with two men at the same time. They found out and now she doesn’t know who to choose. She’s considering being polygamous with them. So unexpected but you figure she needs some excitement in her life. After all working at a daycare isn’t really all that exciting even if they do all have quirks.

Endeavor had arrived back home from work earlier than his daughter expected. It’s around 7 she wasn’t expecting him till 10 especially since it’s a Friday. Fuyumi was laughing so loudly talking about the sex she had last night neither one of you heard Endeavor come in. He knew when his daughter was laughing so loudly she had to be drinking again. Enji knew whenever she drank she forgot to eat he wouldn’t let her go to bed on an empty stomach. Trying his best to Ignore the topic she was talking about he walked up to the living room and knocked gently on the already half open sliding door.

Enji teases “Fuyumi are you stealing my wine again?”

Fuyumi “Oh my god dad! I- I thought you’d be home later.”

Enji “Oh, hello, I am Fuyumi’s father. Sorry I didn’t know anyone else was here. I’m Mister Todoroki. Have either of you girls eaten? If not I’ll order something. What do you both want?”

As soon as he walks through the door you lock eyes with him. He’s the largest man you’ve ever seen. He looked so sexy and intimidating at the same time. Then when he opened his mouth, oh my god. You’d never known someone could speak that low. His voice had too big of an effect on you. You had to gently press your legs together hoping no one would notice since the table was in the way. You shouldn’t be thinking this way about your best friend’s father. She’d probably hate you if she found out. It’s even worse that both of you hadn’t broken eye contact since he walked in. You were desperately waiting for Fuyumi to answer. The only thing you wanted to eat right now was her dad.

Fuyumi “No not yet, Chinese takeout is good. Is that okay for you y/n?”

You smile and nod at Enji “Yes thats fine. Thank you sir.” before turning your gaze back to Fuyumi.

You were the first thing Enji noticed when he came in the living room. You were striking. He knew Fuyumi had mentioned making a new friend at work but he never thought she would be this breathtaking. He couldn’t take his eyes off you. You were smaller than most women. A little smaller than Fuyumi who was also already small. He wanted you to look up at him like that forever. Enji was going to call to get a pickup order but instead heads right out to get it himself. He needs time to wash those thoughts out of his head. It didn’t help the whole time he was gone he thought about how beautiful your hair looked. How cute your flushed face was when you weren’t expecting anyone to come home. He figured he just needed to get fucked. Though it hadn’t been that long since he had a one night stand. Something about you was different, more intriguing. It didn’t help that he knew he probably wouldn’t think anything was more beautiful than you. He shouldn’t be thinking about his daughters only friend like this.

As soon as Enji left the awkward tension left and the two of you got back to chatting as if he was never there.

Fuyumi “I’m sorry i should’ve told you who my dad was! I didn’t think he’d be home at all he usually works really late Fridays. I didn’t want you to just be my friend because of my dad a lot of girls in college used to talk to me only because of him.”

Oh, you hadn’t even realized it was Endeavor for a few minutes the only thing you could think about was how attractive that man was. He looked so different out of his Hero costume.

You “I guess it explains the house haha. It’s alright Fuyumi don’t feel bad for not telling me. I get it, I do. When I was younger both of my parents were drunks. They left me to fend for myself. I had to live out of random guys houses until I had enough money for my own rent. I never told anyone that because I knew they wouldn’t want to be my friend. They’d think I was too troubled. Some people found out in highschool and well let’s just say that’s the reason you’re my only friend right now.”

Fuyumi “I would never judge you for that. I’m glad we both know eachother better now. You could probably already tell but you’re my only friend too. I was so happy when you started working at the daycare!”

Fuyumi “So tell me about your boy life now, I’ve basically told you all of mine. It’s only fair y/n”

You “Well about those “guys” I used to live with in highschool. I guess those were sort of relationships if you want to call it that. I didn’t have any money so they asked me to sleep with them to “make up for it” I didn’t really enjoy it. None of them could make me cum but it was fine at least I had a roof over my head. Thank god for this job now. Pays for a decent apartment.”

Fuyumi had no idea why you lived in such a small apartment with your job. It was the size of her bedroom. Granted her bedroom was bigger than average and due to her dad being Endeavor she gets payed more than everyone else but she doesn’t know that.

Fuyumi “Very glad you have an apartment now. Were there better guys after that?”

You “Well I dated two guys after that who were our age. The first one, horrible in bed, and had such a major cheating problem. Fuck that many girls and you still don’t know how to make one finish? Funny because he was the one that left actually. The second guy was so sweet. I tried to like him I really did. I figured if I was with someone nice then I’d actually be treated well and able to finish for once. No luck there. He was so boring he couldn’t even make me laugh once. I felt bad because I knew he was a good person but after two years I just had to end it. I thought the relationship would get better as it aged but I only grew more tired. Recently I started talking to someone new. We aren’t dating yet. Still the talking stages. He can’t seem to remember a single thing about me though. He even called me the wrong name last night. But I’m bored so I guess I’ll date him. It’s not like there’s any other better men out there right now for me. Maybe he can be useful and go down on me. Speaking of, why are so many men so scared to do that nowadays as if they don’t shove themselves down our mouths not caring if we like it? So annoying!”

Fuyumi smirks “Can’t finish? I can give you some toys later to help with that. Maybe plastic can treat you better than a man.”

You “Fuyumi!”

You both laugh so loud after that. Both of you even more drunk now and unaware that Enji had been back to hear that conversation. He shouldn’t have been listening but he couldn’t help it. You seemed so sweet with the way Fuyumi always talks about you. You’re drop dead gorgeous too he couldn’t believe you’ve had such bad luck with men. Before he waits too long that someone awkwardly sees him he makes his way to the living room. He walks a little heavier so you both can hear him.

Enji “Hi girls. Here’s your food. Don’t drink too much you’ll make yourselfs sick.”

You were so embarrassed hoping he didn’t hear any of the conversation. Fuyumi was too drunk to care she started filling her face with the food immediately.

You “Thank you so much Mister Todoroki sir, you didn’t have to. I really appreciate the food.”

Enji “You’re welcome y/n, I hope you like the food.” He points to Fuyumi “Did she drink too much?”

You chuckle “Yeah i think a little.”

Fuck her laugh is cute

Why is he looking at me like that did I do something?

Enji “I’ll leave both of you be, I’ll be in my office if you need something.”

I hope I didn’t stare too long I don’t want her thinking Fuyumi’s dad is a creep.

A little while after eating it’s midnight now. Fuyumi was supposed to drive you home but she’s passed out on the couch now. You loudly stumble your way all to the front door. You’re going to call a late night cab once you’re outside. Enji hears the noise of your heels walking about. Right before you can open the front door you feel a strong heat radiating behind you and feel a hard push on the door. Oh fuck. Endeavor is standing behind me isn’t he. You look up and see his hand pressed against the door. You turn around to look up at his face. “I was going to call a cab sir-“

Enji “It’s far too late and you’re far too drunk to go home. We have spare rooms. I’ll make you a bed. Don’t try to argue I won’t take no for an answer. I know Fuyumi will be happy to talk more with you in the morning. Now let me show you to your room.”

Was he always this hot when he was stern? All you can do is nod and follow him. Just as you thought the house couldn’t get any bigger the upstairs was even more beautiful. There were so many rooms you wondered what they were all for. He couldn’t stop thinking about what you were telling Fuyumi about men. He should be more nervous to say anything but he feels like he has to.

Enji “I know it’s not my place but I overheard a little. A nice respectable young woman like you should not settle for awful men. You should drop that fool who can’t remember simple things about you. Y/n you can find much better.”

You “oh- I um. Thanks I will.”

You had just met did he really think that highly of you?

Enji “Here’s the bathroom. Please brush your teeth while I bring you something to wear to sleep.”

He would’ve got something of Fuyumi’s for you to wear but he wasn’t sure what clothes she was okay having borrowed. He got one of his sons old sweatshirts and instead.

Enji “Here’s a sweatshirt it should be comfortable enough for tonight.”

Without thinking you start to undress infront of him to put the sweatshirt on. He should really look away but you don’t seem to notice. You’re too drunk to care. He can’t bring himself to look away anyways. Your breasts look so soft. He could fit both of them in one hand. You’re even shorter without your heels on. And the sweatshirt, oh god. The sweatshirt goes down long enough that he can’t see anything more as you undo your skirt from under the sweatshirt.

You looked so small in it. It came above your knees. He wants to see what you look like in one of his shirts next. Maybe next time you sleep over he can lend you one of his.

Enji “I’ll wash your clothes tomorrow morning. I brought some of Fuyumi’s makeup remover too-“

You wine in protest “Ew no! I don’t want you to see me without makeup you already are seeing me drunk!”

Enji “Come on, don’t be bad. It’s not good to sleep in your makeup.”

The way he said that so sternly yet so calm is making you feel more wet than you want to admit. You immediately submit and grab the makeup wipes away from him to wipe off the makeup yourself. As you do you are a bit wobbly standing up, you feel so dizzy. Your reflection in the mirror is fuzzy from a mix of wine, makeup in your eyes, and tiredness.

Enji sits down and pats his lap. “Here let me. You’re too drunk. I’ll help you.”

You sit in his lap. He immediately praises you with a “good girl” thinking nothing of it. His touch was so warm. If only he knew what he was doing to you.

You’re soft, so small in his lap. Much smaller than his ex wife ever was. Fuck the thought of splitting your little cunt open on his cock..no wait why is he still thinking that. He can’t think that. Not about his daughter’s friend. Why did Fuyumi have to make friends with someone so tempting?!

Enji helps take off your makeup as you sit in his lap. The way he wipes it off so soft despite being so strong was surprising. It was nice. Maybe he’s helped Fuyumi with her makeup when she’s been drunk before or maybe..a wife? Fuyumi didn’t mention a mom, does she have a mom? Oh no if you’re feeling this way about your best friend’s dad AND a married man that’s awful.

Enji finishes removing your makeup. Fuck, I really didn’t think someone could be more beautiful without makeup he thinks to himself.

“You’re just as beautiful without makeup. Now, don’t drink as much next time please. It’s bad for your health.”

He gently brushes your messy hair with his fingers after setting the makeup wipes aside. You’re too far gone and sleepy to have any more self control over your words. You drunkly say “Why didn’t Fuyumi ever tell me her dad was so hot?”

Before he can even say anything like he would anyways he’s too stunned to speak, you fall asleep in his chest. He gently lifts you up and lays you down on the spare bed. He places some blankets over you so you won’t fall cold. He stays there for a moment watching you sleep. He questions your words. Could she really find me attractive? An old man like me, I’m a pro hero yes but women only ever want me for my wealth not my looks? Maybe if I touch myself tonight thinking of her I’ll get over it. She’s probably just drunk. Yeah that’s it, she’s just drunk. She won’t even remember it tomorrow. It definitely didn’t mean anything.

When he goes to his room he’s already hard. He touches himself to the thought of you. Little did he know it would only make him want you more.

When you wake up you shower before putting on the sweatshirt again. You go downstairs to see if Fuyumi is awake yet. When you go down stairs you instantly lock eyes with Enji in the kitchen. He’s sitting down drinking coffee. Somehow he seems hotter than last night. His hair is slightly damp from a shower you want to run your fingers through it. You don’t remember anything from last night after he started to take your makeup off.

Enji “Good morning. I heard you showering and made you some coffee. Fuyumi just got in the shower she should be out shortly with some spare clothes. Your clothes are outside hanging to dry.”

You take a sip of the coffee. Your head is aching. “Thank you Mister Todoroki and thank you again for letting me stay the night.”

You expected he would have Fuyumi wash your clothes. You think it’s sweet he took the time to do that. You wonder why she never talks about her dad when he’s such a gentlemen.

Fuyumi lended you some clothes to wear shortly after. You’re a different bra size than her so that was the only thing you couldn’t share of hers. Unfortunately for Enji he would be able to see your hard nipples perfectly in that tight sweater. The second he saw them he nearly choked on his coffee. You were too nervous to look at his face much with worry you’d get too obviously flustered so you didn’t notice much his gazes. Anytime you did notice you just assumed he was observing you and Fuyumi talking like any dad would. Fuyumi on the other hand noticed exactly what her father was choking at. She assumed it was just because he was more old fashioned. After all he did always used to make Rei dress proper when they were still together. She didn’t want to embarrass you by explaining to her dad why you were without a bra especially since you didn’t seem to notice he was looking so she decided to change the subject.

Fuyumi “Um dad. Have you eaten yet? I was going to start breakfest what would you like?”

Enji “You can make whatever you wish. I have some work to do so please put it in the refrigerator. Thank you Fuyumi.”

He quickly gets up and rushes off to his office locking the door behind him. He was suppressing himself from getting hard just long enough until he left the kitchen. Why were you having this effect on him? He’s not a teenager anymore. Once again he touches himself to the thought of you. It would be so fun to fuck you on his office table. Or even have you soaking on his cock while he’s working.

While Enji is away Fuyumi takes this opportunity to give you the sex toys she mentioned last night before making breakfast.

Fuyumi giggles “While dad’s gone come up to my room let me give you some things.”

You “Oh god girl why do you have so many?”

Fuyumi “Some guys I slept with before bought me some but since i already had so many I figured you could use the ones I haven’t opened. Can’t let them go to waste. Here I’ll give you a bag to hide it in so dad doesn’t see. Have you really never used them before?”

You “No but I guess it doesn’t hurt to try. Most guys got insecure anytime I even suggested them.”

You knew exactly what you were going to think about next time you used them. Maybe once you came to Mister Todoroki you’d stop thinking about him so foully and could get under someone else.

While the two of you are eating together Fuyumi says “So what did you think of my dad I know he can be a little intimidating.”

You “Well at first i thought he looked a little scary but I think he’s sweet actually. He helped me take my makeup off last night.”

Fuyumi “Oh good! I was worried you’d get scared and never come over again.”

You “Fuyumi definitely not even if he was awful you’re still my only friend and I’d still find a way to hangout with you.”

A bit later Enji walks up to the both of you. “Whenever you’re ready to go home y/n I can drive you.”

Fuyumi “Dad I-“

Enji teases “Don’t let Fuyumi drive you home when she’s hungover she’d end up driving you to a random house or getting my car crashed.”

Fuyumi “Finee dad. Well are you ready to go home then? I can text you a few dates I was thinking we could hang out next.”

You “Okay yeah, that’s great thanks.”

Enji walks away for a moment bringing back a coat. He gently places it over you. “Alright let’s go y/n. I’ll hold your bag.” It’s one of his coats he definitely did that to see how small you’d be in something of his. It did not disappoint.

You were expecting Fuyumi to come with you even though she wasn’t going to be driving. To your surprise she stayed perfectly still enjoying whatever she was looking at on her phone. She hadn’t thought about going with you not after you told her you thought her dad was sweet. You’re just hoping more alone time with her dad can help you find one ick about him. So you can stop thinking about your best friend’s father like this.

Unfortunately the more time you spend alone with him the more charming he gets. First he asked your music preferences for the ride back. Then when he saw how small your apartment was he told you a job at his agency was always welcome. Not just so he could see you more but also so his daughter’s friend could have a good life. He knows how caring she can be about people close to her for better or for worse. Then when he saw nearly all your light bulbs were either flickering or out in your apartment he changed them all without being asked. The second he left you immediately headed straight for the sex toys. How the hell was just thinking of him getting you off more than being with an actual man. You’re definitely cutting off that new guy you’re talking too, thinking about Fuyumi’s dad having his way with you is much better.

Enji comes back from driving you home.

Fuyumi “Heyy dad y/n called you sweet. Thanks for taking care of her last night. She’s my first friend I’ve had in a while. Most of my friends were usually scared of you. I’m glad she isn’t. She’ll definitely be coming over more.”

Oh she thinks I’m sweet? Could she be thinking about me too? No. No, definitely not. She’s just being a kind young lady.

Enji “All your old friends thought I was scary?”

Fuyumi “I- oh um- sorry! It’s just, you can be intimidating but I’m not saying it’s a bad thing it’s just-“

Enji “It’s alright I’d rather them not think I’m too inviting. I don’t want people all over me like they are with Toshinori. I’m glad you have a good friend now. Although I didn’t realize that job pays most of their employees so poorly her apartment is quite small.”

Fuyumi “Is it? I haven’t been yet but she’s told me about it. My pay is good…wait..that’s not because of you is it?”

Enji “I’m sorry I-“

Fuyumi “it’s fine, thank you dad.”

Fuyumi looks over at the clothing rack “Oh are those her clothes? Are they dry yet? I’ll text her to come get them tomorrow. You could’ve asked me to wash them”

Enji “It’s alright I didn’t mind.”

Mainly because he wanted to use your panties last night. Sucking on them while he got himself off. He could wash away any evidence of his own saliva on them himself. No one would know, no one would get hurt.

Tomorrow you come over to get your clothes. You’re expecting Fuyumi but Enji answers the door.

You “Oh hi Mister Todoroki, where’s Fuyumi?”Enji “She’s out getting groceries for this week she won’t be back for a couple more hours.”

You “Oh alright. I brought Fuyumi her clothes back too.”

She just loved leaving the two of you alone didn’t she. It’s so awkward being alone after you practically came to the thought of him last night. Maybe you should’ve told her you were scared of him. His bright blue eyes nearly blind you everytime you look at them. It doesn’t help that looking at the rest of him also makes you flustered as well too.

Enji “Your clothes are laying on the bed in the spare room upstairs. Fuyumi also left out a few clothes she didn’t want anymore on the bed too. I can discard whatever you don’t want.”

You follow him upstairs to the spare room. He stands behind you giving you space to look over the clothes.

You “Thank you again for washing my clothes Mister Todoroki.”

You bend over on the bed to fold your clothes, your skirt rides up a bit. Your thong is showing. Enji was going to do the right thing and look away until he noticed it was wet. You were soaking wet. You weren’t trying to be but the more he talks, the more you’re around him, the wetter you get.

You were wet. Did he do that? He groans quietly “fuck” oh he didn’t mean to say that out loud

You turn your head around “Sorry?”

Against his better judgment he says “Your skirt is awfully short. Paired with those panties as well? I can see how wet you are that’s awfully naughty. Did you do it on purpose?”

You “No! Sir I’m sorry. I just saw Fuyumi’s text this morning and I didn’t have anything else to wear I need to do laundry. It won’t happen again.”

Is he mad at me? He talks way too sexy for being so mad.

He shouldn’t go further but he does.

Enji “Do you want to feel what it’s like to cum?”

You “Mister Todoroki- What about your wife?”

Enji “Divorced. Yes or no.”

You should be saying no but the only thing that can come out of your mouth is “Yes please.”

He pushes your stomach back down on the bed harshly. Leaving you ass up forcing you to arch your back. “Good girl” he says before he rips your thong off completely. It took such little force for him to break the fabric it makes you weak. He uses the broken fabric to tie your hands behind your back. Who knew Endeavor was so kinky?

Enji “Fuyumi would hate me if she found out can you keep that pretty mouth of yours shut?”

You “Yes sir, I won’t tell. Promise!”

He moans so loud it sends shivers down your spine. Oh? Does sir turn him on?

He pushes your back to the bed harder making you arch. He puts two fingers inside you he knows with how tight you feel on him now you wouldn’t be able to comfortably take his cock but this is enough for him today.

You gasp forgetting how to breathe. You’re drooling onto your clothes. Two of this man’s fingers are thicker and longer than any dick you’ve ever had inside you before.

Enji growls “Fuck so tight for me! Let daddy rub your pretty pussy so you can take it better okay?”

Oh fuck, he likes a lot more than just sir. You whimper at his touch. You can tell he’s doing his best to be gentle. If you could take any more you’d be on your knees begging him not to hold back. You feel closer to cumming from his voice than you ever have from anyone or anything else.

Enji “Pretty girl likes when her pussy gets rubbed? I can tell you just opened up for my fingers so nicely. They’re all the way inside now. I can feel you pulsing all over them baby. Does it feel good, does daddy make your pussy feel good?”

All you can manage to get out in response are nods and soft moans. He suddenly increases the pace he’s rubbing your clit.

Enji “Be a good girl use your words.”

You “Yes, d-daddy it feels so good. I think I’m going to- oh my god.”

Enji “That’s it cum for me sweetheart. Let go for me.”

You’ve never came so hard in your life. He doesn’t stop thrusting his fingers despite your body shaking uncontrollably. Nobody will ever be able to satisfy you after this.

Enji “Say thank you daddy”

You “Oh fuck- thank you daddy!”

Enji “Good girl”

He licks his fingers clean. “tastey”

He grabs your ass spreading you apart before kneeling on the ground below you, eating your pussy out from behind. With his deep groans and thick tongue you’re so overstimulated you feel like you could cum again. He’s eating you out like he’s starved. It only took two minutes of Enji working your folds with his tongue for you to cum all over his face. The moans he lets out while lapping up your juices sound like he’s getting high off your taste. Your only hope is that Fuyumi doesn’t come home and walk in on this.

When he’s finished he grabs a warm towel to clean you up. Then unties your hands. He puts the broken thong in his pocket. What is he going to do with it?

Enji “Next time I want you stretched out on my cock. Would you be alright with that?”

You “Yes, Mister Todoroki I would be more than okay with that.”

He grabs your phone to give you his number. he puts his contact in as the letter E. He places his phone in your hand for you to do the same.

Enji “You can call me Enji outside of the bedroom, text me if you want to feel good again.”

I might make another part but I suck at being consistent so don’t take my word for it.

Chapter 2

https://www.tumblr.com/ariasakka/773827348723318784/flames-of-fate-chapter-2-things-with-you

Chapter 3

Notes:

Endeavor is such a guilty pleasure I need to sort the daddy issues out but i don’t want to. I hope you guys enjoyed! Sorry I know I’m not the best at grammar or spelling I hope you still like my works regardless. Comment down below any future endeavor fic ideas you’d like to see from me in the future.

Help?

I’ve resorted back to using apple notes to write all my work ahh. I was using google docs but people I know keep getting their accounts closed for writing fan fiction it was scaring me. Do you guys know any free things I could use to write on for my work? I was thinking about maybe trying word. Not sure if it’s good! I’m really bad with computers which is why I still use my phone haha. It’s so much easier to copy and paste my work than try to figure out how to use files or whatever. I need to start writing on the computer eventually though.

#smut #bmha #endeavor #enji todoroki #fanfic #mha #endeavor x reader #enji todoroki x reader #enji x reader #my hero academia #enji todoroki smut #endeavor smut

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inthebitterwatchesofthenight · 9 months ago

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Five and Lila (nonromantic) subway headcanons

Like everyone I really hated the Five x Lila storyline and the butchered potential of their almost-sibling relationship development.

But one thing that really ticked me, and that I haven't really read about yet, is: that timeskip montage looks like 3 weeks, maybe 2 months at best, not SIX FUCKING YEARS. In six years, people visibly age, especially under duress, if, for example, the only thing they can eat is rats?? (I'm not even talking about how they managed to keep roughly the same clothes and haircuts for six years without any explanation, or how they miraculously cleaned up before going back to Diego and Lila's precisely at the right point in time...) In six years alone with another person, you would probably struggle keeping your sanity, and the end result for each of them would probably look something like early stages of Apocalypse S1 Five. In six years alone with another person, even with prior attraction (which would already be ooc for both of them but whatever let's just grant them that for the sake of the argument), you would end up HATING each other all the way through your codependent relationship. I could see them having sex after six months (still following those creepy-ass ooc assumptions), but I could certainly NOT see them kissing softly and romantically wine-dining after SIX YEARS (the time those goddamn showrunners told us it took for passion to die down in a perfect marriage?? How about helltrap subway then??)

So after that really long preamble, here are my headcanons for what that subway section should really have looked like:

No Five x Lila, obviously

They bicker all the time; this escalates into outright fights. At some point, Lila storms off somewhere and they lose each other for five months.

When they realise they're not going home anytime soon, Five finds a timeline with a Dolores (other than the original one) and steals her away, because he's going to need her to cope through this. (Of course, he needs to apologize to her for being gone this long.)

At first, Lila thinks that Five is nuts for talking to Dolores, but in a matter of days she understands the urge and Dolores becomes her best friend. Five and Lila fight over Dolores's approval all. the. time.

Lila collects little trinkets to bring home to Grace and the twins (like the plushies in New Grumpson). After two years the gift bag has got way too big and Five helps her sort out the ones she really wants to keep; she bawls her eyes out and they arrange the throwaway gifts neatly on a bench, just in case they can come back and get them.

They find some really weird and fun timelines. Don't care what, they just do. Lila almost gets killed trying to bring home a souvenir.

Five and Lila find Max's Delicatessen together. By the way, there's a few Lilas there, ones that also met Fives. Lila can vent about her relationship trouble Diego with another Lila who has also married a Diego. But the other Diego is dead, and Lila realizes just how much she wants to get home before that happens.

This is a bit irrelevant, but that Five deli paradox psychosis plothole is explained by a random artefact created by Commission Five (like in his room in S3 I think?).

Five and Lila wait a short while in the deli to make a plan about the apocalypse. Another Five arrives, finds out about the marigold, and says out loud that the solution would be to erase all Hargreeves siblings from existence. A few seconds of silence, and then all the other Fives slaughter him because what kind of Five would to this to their family???? This is also one of the purposes of the deli, by the way. To make sure no Five comes out of the subway with delirious, dangerous ideas about harming their siblings.

Five and Lila realise that if Viktor can take away the marigold from people like Harlan, then he can take it away from his siblings. And what about Viktor himself? Well, Lila can mimic his powers and they can take away each other's marigold at the same time, and lose their powers just as they're done. Darn, why didn't they think of this sooner?

Lila tries to relook Five. After four or five years, he gives in, sees the end result and immediately finds a timeline with a suit to steal so as to fix this freakish mistake. He wears a hat for a while to try and hide his undercut hair.

Lila sings a lot. Five lets her, and just mumbles about her lousy tastes in music to Dolores.

Lila adopts a monstrous pet (three-headed cat? Giant bee?) for a few stops, and it mysteriously disappears at some point. Major fight ensues. Maybe this is why she leaves for a while.

In another timeline, they briefly meet a version of Diego that's not dead yet. He tries to kill them, Lila tells him that he's a great dad, he's weirded out and runs away.

Five picks up littered newspaper to see if there's anything interesting. He becomes a crossword addict. He moves to a new special interest puzzle game every few months.

After a fight, Five's big making-up strategy is to sit down next to Lila and start talking shit about the Handler. It kinda works.

I'm gonna stop here, this is already way too long. Please share your own headcanons if you have any!

#the umbrella academy #umbrella acedmy #tua s4 #tua #tua spoilers #tua five #number five #five hargreeves #lila pitts #brisket five #tua4 #we were robbed

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totghostly · 8 months ago

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viktor x male disabled cane user reader

FEMALES, MINORS, NON MLM DNI

no season 2 spoilers. light mentions of s1 events? could be pre-s1 or during.

-- reader is implied to be like 2-4 years younger maybe?? he/him user. could be romantic or platonic. Jayce is here for a good time not a long time LMAO

safe for touch repulsed people, POC, fat, trans, and disabled readers. Written with a transmasc self-insert in mind. Could be any disability that causes pain and fatuige that reader uses a cane for. written by an author with either POTS and EDS or early arthritis.

People don't realize how embarrassing it is to be disabled and have to use an aid. To have the equivalent to a flashing sign that says "try to fix me!" on it. To be "too young" to use it, "too healthy".

Viktor was okay with nonody understanding. He's the Co-Scientist of Hextech, why would he care what some topsider thought? He never boticed how lonely it was to have nobody who gets it. Nobody who understands the frustration, all beacuse your body doesnt work normally. There's not a lot of topsiders that he sees with visible disabilities.

Jayce had been trying to get him to agree to let his friend work at the lab, sense he had went to engineering school a few years after Jayce and Viktor. Viktor, for good reasons, was hesitant to agree to have a stranger working on his lifes work. He agreed, though, when Jayce had sworn he was probably just as competent as them both, maybe more. Though, Viktor found that hard to believe.

The first day he seen him, He got to the lab during a Council meeting and was at his desk for most of the day. He left late into the evening, saying his goodbyes to Jayce and waving softly to Viktor, who reciprocated and went back to work before he left. For someone who prides himself on how observant he is, Viktor is shocked he didn't realize his new lab partners cane earlier on.

He only really noticed it because reader arrived later, something around ten AM. He had his cane in hand while he walked, bag over his shoulder as he yawned. Jayce greeted him, asking if he was okay just to get a curt "it's okay, I'm fine!" as reader sits at his desk.

Viktors mind had been going back to the younger man rather frequently that day, watching as he shifted on his stool, or tried to stretch his legs to get some of the pain to ease away to no avail. Viktor seen the look in his eyes, that haze. Jayce had went to get more parts, sense they had been low for a while and they needed them for their tasks that day. Around a half hour later, Viktor walked up to Readers desk, and sat in a spare stool.

He greets the other, Reader looking up at him as he mumbles a reply. "How ehm.. are you feeling?" he hesitantly asked. He wanted as Reader shifted, "I'm .. fine." He shrugs, taking a swig of his drink. Viktor lets him lie. It can be hard to admit you arent okay.

After a few minutes, Reader leans onto his desk. "..this sucks." he sighs, and Viktor nods. "да." Reader groans in frustration. "I dont know why I cant work like a normal guy." He mumbles, arns coming up to cusion his head. "Life is err.. Unfair, to good people." Viktor says, matter of fact. He scoots closer to Reader, not touching them. His presence is comforting enough though.

It's an unspoken "I'm here. I understand. I see you." and he hopes Reader feels it. He'll be here, whenever Reader needs to vent about it, if ever. Wether it be the frustration , The pain, or just.. How people treat you. He understands. And one day he hopes everyone will care enough to try and understand too.

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blacksunemiku · 9 months ago

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thinking about an arcane news station au…. it’s a small town news station so everyone kinda has to do a bit of everything. (also this is just me infodumping because i work at a news station LOL)

caitlyn as the new meteorologist who’s realizing her ivy league degree doesn’t warrant her a job at a big city news station. she really hates it here and vi is the sports anchor and they don’t like each other initially LMFAO. cait only sees this as a career opportunity to get the hell out of here and vi actually had an offer to do sports at a huge news station but declined it because this place is her hometown and she loves doing stuff for her local sports teams (fyi: they all suck, save for her old high school women’s basketball team). vi likes to get in caitlyn’s nerves but cait starts to like sports because of her. (“oh that was clearly a flag, what the hell are those refs thinking??” “caitlyn what the fuck did you just say”)

mel and jayce are the hot news anchors like that’s a given obviously

viktor as the show director that hates everyone and is always stressed but he holds it down alongside sevika the producer/sound engineer/does literally everything who also hates everyone (she’s kinda like creed from the office and just tells random ass stories about how she learned how to use a soundboard in juvie)

jinx is one of the studio engineers and she’s great at her job but you know… it’s jinx. she gotta be weird as shit. (“the keurig is broken aga–” “already working on it” “where the fuck did you come from” “the vents. also this thing need to be replaced” “the what”)

ekko is one of the journalists and he loves reporting on stupid shit around town. usually vander disproves of stuff like that but the locals LOVE his little stories. it’s actually front because he’s investing a huge corruption case around town and why does it look like his HR manager might be involved ???

vander is the department head and silco is the lone HR person i think. ambessa is the studio head but she’s like ava coleman from abbott elementary and does everything but work and flirts with the interns LMFAO but she’s like sevika and knows how to do everything but just chooses not to because she says she worked too hard to get to where she is now (half of the HR complaints are just from her)

#star speaks #arcane #vi #vi arcane #caitvi #caitlyn kiramman #sevika #viktor arcane #ekko arcane #jinx #ekko #silco #mel medarda #ambessa medarda

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moonbloodstream2424 · 4 months ago

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I don't like Isha because she feels more like a plot device than a character

I'm never going to beat the "I Hate Isha" allegations. Oh, well.

I do mean what I said when I say she feels like a weird last minute writing decision. Like, it's weird that the characters didn't talk about her and her Elfen Lied shock value death right? Also, yes I'm comparing Arcane season 2 to Elfen Lied, that's what season 2 deserves.

those of you lucky enough to have never seen Elfen Lied probably want some context. Fare. Content Warning: Elfen Lied has graphic Violence and Sexual violent situations, don't look into it unless you want to ruin your day. It's an Anime/Manga series about Lucy, a woman with horns and telekinetic powers that also has Jekyll n Hyde split personalities. She's believed to be the next step in evolution and there's a big government conspiracy to find her. There's also a lot of underage nudity and over-the-top violence. Yeah... It also allegedly inspired Stranger things. Go figure.

One thing the story was infamous for was introducing super cute big eyed characters that they barely develop, just kill them off violently(the puppy, number 3, Kisaragi, Mariko and her clones, Kanae, and Aiko) and then use their deaths as motivation for other characters(usually Lucy.) Isha definitely had more character development than the average Elfen Lied character, but it still shouldn't be this easy to make the comparison.

With all that in mind it's such a weird writing choice that only Jinx is mourning her/actually acknowledging her death. You're telling me that we don't get to see Sevika, the woman who saved Isha's life once, mourning her. Or Vi, the woman who spent several days with Isha at the commune, and the fact that her life was put in danger was the reason she went against Caitlyn. Or Caitlyn doesn't have anything to say about the fact her friend Jayce's decision to shoot a hole in Viktor's chest was what indirectly lead to Isha's death.

She also about half the time feels like one big plot device to get the characters from Point A to B. "We need Jinx to mellow out for a bit? Let's give her kid to befriend. Don't you know randomly befriending kids cures mental illnesses." "We need a reason for Vi and Cait to not kill Jinx long enough for Sevika to finish the grey plan? Let's have Isha human shield herself for Jinx. It will completely remove any likeablity Cait had left after she gassed Zaun and pressured Vi into becoming an Enforcer, but whatever." Also, it's interesting that Isha human shielding herself for Jinx didn't get brought up more. If I was Vi or Cait, I'd question if Jinx put her up to that as a distraction so Sevika could redirect the grey.

Finally, I want to talk about Isha's muteness. Now I kinda hate how ableist some people can be when talking about her disability. Like, I view Isha as a plot device because the writers wrote her that way. Some bigots online view her as a plot device just because she's mute. As if you can't write compelling mute characters. That being said, the show's choice to kill her and every other disabled character off except Princess Warcriminal is... not great. I genuinely worry about how the writers feel about disabled characters. "Was Isha just written in as a tool for Jinx to vent her feelings?" People use the fact that she's mute to say things like that, and their kinda not wrong, but also, Isha almost never even signs back against Jinx either. She'd still just be Jinx's fangirl cosplayer even if she could talk.

By the way, I'm not disabled myself. If you are and had a problem with the way I talked about that aspect of Isha, your more than free to call me out on it in the comments. God knows more people should've done that in the critique videos I've watched.

#arcane #arcane isha #arcane critical #arcane criticism #arcane critique #isha arcane

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therabbitthatpostthings · 1 year ago

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Learning Czech for my Arcane fics. Russian for the YOI fics. Spanish for the Voltron fics and French just cause. Call me Mr. Worldwide. In all seriousness, half the languages I’m learning are just because I’m tired of looking for shows with subtitles.

Hurt/Comfort, slight ooc, thinly veiled venting session

(Masterpost)

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“Um, Councilman Talis?” Her meek voice echoed off the laboratory walls. It was a stormy afternoon. The crackling lighting illuminated the walls. The room was grand, dark and quiet. The door creaked behind as she approached the work bench. “C-Councilman…”

“He’s gone.” A voice cut through. She turned over to find the other scientist hunched over his desk.

“Oh, I was actually looking for you Mr.Viktor..sir…”

He did not look up. “Yes, what is it?”

“Um, Assistant (L/N) is still in the greenhouse. I’m heading home and I was hoping you could check on them at some point.”

That caught his attention. You had today off, that’s what you told him at least. Viktor sat up, bones cracking into place as he stretched. “Yes, thank you. I will go to them before I leave today.”

She sighed in relief, “Thank you so much! It’s been a stressful week for us all.”

“Did something happen at the hearing?” He asked before she could leave the room.

Worry built up in her silence. Concern in her voice she asked, “Were you not informed?”

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It’s such a shitty day for rain. You spent the last five hours cleaning the greenhouse, taking notes on fungal growth and angrily writing sticky notes for your morning shift colleagues. Notes you didn’t have to write since you would most likely be back here to do more work anyway but, maybe the thought of you not coming in would evoke some sort of productive reaction.

Some called it unnecessary. But they weren't botanists. They didn’t work at Piltover Academy. They weren’t on the cornerstone of something revolutionary.

You were. Well, you were.

It was a bitter feeling to wash down but you did nonetheless. You pushed aside the negative thoughts when you heard footsteps coming towards you.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” Viktor said.

You spared him a glance before going back to your sticky notes. “Funny, I was gonna say the same thing.”

He took a few steps, towering over your crouching body. He eyed the myriad of colorful notes lining each individual planter and pot. “Why didn’t you tell me you came in?”

“Did it matter? I thought I’d be done by now but of course! No one does their job but me around here.” Your dismissive tone didn’t do much to sway him. He still stood behind you, watching you work. “Who told you I was here?”

“That’s not important-”

“It was Reecee wasn’t it.” You groaned.

“It doesn’t matter who told me. You’re here and you're upset.” He stated.

You scoffed, “I am not.”

“(Y/N).”

Of course you couldn’t hide your destestion from one of Piltover’s Finest, much less your boyfriend.

“Tell me what happened.” He urged.

“Didn’t Reecee tell you?”

“She said you had a meeting.”

“A meeting?” You said with a disparaging smile. “I had the meeting today.”

Viktor was well aware of “the meeting”. You had spoken about it at length ever since you were students. This was your Hextech. Your years of studying and research to get this meeting. Yet here you were, hunched over little sprouts on a cold rainy day.

You had a pained smile as you turned to face Viktor. “They didn’t even care. Years. Years of testing soil in the Undercity to clean the air, and they didn’t. Even. Care.”

Your voice was shaking. Your smile was dropping. Tears built up in your eyes. You could hear the committee’s voice clear as day.

“It’s just not viable.”

“We don’t have a large enough…overview of the Undercity’s layout.”

“The experiment could damage the already established ecosystem.”

Like they gave a shit about the ecosystem. Like they gave a shit about the Undercity!

“I was so desperate that I even said you and Jayce would back me up! It didn’t matter. They didn’t care! You know who did get a meeting with the higher council?! Ian-fucking-Rottmeiser!” You launched the notepad against the greenhouse wall, the looser notes flying up in the air. Truthfully, Rottmeiser wasn’t undeserving. In fact he worked hard on his proposal to integrate more plant life into Piltover. But that was just it. Piltover. He wants to help Piltover. They all want to help Piltover. It’s always Piltover.

“So now I’m here, doing my job. Cause that’s all I’m good for I guess! Just another Lab Assistant.”

Viktor pulled you into his arms. Your hand bunched around his sweater as the tear overtook you.

“It’s okay miláčku,” Viktor’s soothing hand rubbed your back.

“I don’t understand…I worked so hard…why not me…” You cried. From the moment you were born you were unlucky. Anyone born in the Undercity was unlucky. Your father was unlucky and drank contaminated water. The rest of you survived until your mother died on the Bridge of Progress. That just left you, on the other side of the bridge, separated from your remaining family in Piltover. And you studied everyday. You made it into the Academy, you climbed the ranks. Not a day went by without you working towards your goal. To improve lives, to save people! You spent week after week with your siblings, collecting samples in the Undercity. Risking your lives, sneaking in and out of Piltover, all to this meeting. And they didn’t care.

“How am I supposed to face them again?! I failed Viktor! I’m a failure!”

Still Viktor held onto you. Painful wails left you until your throat was raw. You unclench your fist as you relax against him. Shoulders slouching in defeat and Viktor’s warm hand never leaving you.

You sighed with a tired rasp in your voice. “I just wanted to do something right. To know it was worth all I had lost. I should’ve stayed in the Undercity.”

“Miláčku, look at me.” Viktor’s soft hands cupped your face. He gently lifted your head, his thumb wiping stray tears away. “You are exactly where you need to be right now. You are not a waste.”

“I failed Viktor..”

“No you didn’t. You did what you set out to do. You won, they lost. And when Hextech helps advance organic life and biodiversity, they will all be looking up to you.” His reassuring smile helped ease the pain. No one in Piltover could truly understand you like Viktor did. No one in Piltover lived through what you did except for Viktor. From the day you two met you promised you would rise above whatever was thought of you.

“You would do that for me?” You cooed softly.

He pressed a soft kiss against your temple, “I can’t trust any other botanist but you.”

Viktor stayed close by as you closed up for the day. You begrudgingly agreed to taking the next two days off (which your boss suggested anyway). Mostly because that meant you got to keep Viktor with you for two days as well. A bolt of lightning illuminated the sky on your departure down the wet streets of Piltover. After a crowded tram ride you both huddled inside of your apartment. You both melt into the soft couch cushions. Viktor’s head on your shoulder, his hand intertwined in yours, soft kisses pressed into your neck with sweet words in his native tongue. You felt your worries slip away as you nodded off. Viktor took notice and shifted your body to rest against his chest.

“Goodnight, my love.”

#writing fanfics at 3am-#cringe-#arcane fanfic #viktor arcane #viktor x reader #viktor the machine herald #viktor x you #viktor league of legends #netflix arcane #arcane x reader #arcane x you #I wanted to include more but I got stuck on the endearment of love vs saying love #basically láska or lásko #I was also trying to pick another name for Viktor that wasn’t Vitya #I saw Viki and thought that was cute #it’s actually really cute 😭😭#anyway here’s my thinly veiled vent about my current career choices #hurt/comfort

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