#v/vik

[ciil]

he is touching vik’s lil mole above his lip :3

[smoosie]

"It's Viktor Donoshortenmyname."

+ extra part for comfort

[oooocleo]

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[salmoncult]

A man of principle, an old school tough guy

[zev-zev]

to me, other than jackie (and later johnny), i seriously think viktor vektor is one of the only other people in the entire game who truly cares about v; unconditionally.

like vik never asks anything from v. he doesn't beg v to help him with something or give them a "if you help me, i'll help you" speech. he helps v solely just because he cares about them and their wellbeing. like before the heist, vik is willing to give v the koroshi optics just because!! gives away 20k worth of cyberware with a slap of an I.O.U and a promise to pay him back in the future. which is OPTIONAL???? he never even expected v to return the money at all either. he did it just because he wanted to see v chase their dreams of becoming a legend. and if i'm remembering correctly, when you do go to pay him back, he gets upset with v, brushes it off as a favor, and tells them NO!!! that is until v insists he takes it!!

not only that but also vik giving v a couple of his old jackets from his younger, punk days? that's so cute. telling them he doesn't want them to get cold when they get to the big leagues like vik cares SO MUCH for v and it makes my heart weep for him later in the game.

for he, who had just lost jackie as well, who now had to sit and watch as another very important person in his life die. slip through his fingers where he had no control over it— he couldn't do anything to save v from the relic and it killed him. i can’t imagine how many sleepless nights he must have had after v was dragged to his place by goro. and after HE had to give them the bad news. sitting awake in his little makeshift office, mulling over and over again what he could do to help or to make things easier; only to come up with the exact same solution again and again—that he couldn’t.

and yet, he tried to make things easier, joke around and laugh with v. cheer them on during their fight and even coach them through the round. but watching someone you love and care for so deeply literally…dying before your eyes, god. and the fact that vik, no matter what, always welcomes v back into his life with open arms?? no questions asked??

UGHHHHH i love him.

[arctvros]

alternate viktor design based on this scrapped boob window concept art from fortiche

[hy6erion]

I’m been frothing at the mouth over perv!Viktor.

Would you be able to write a little something with gn!reader being comfy cuddling with Viktor and him getting unbelievably turned on by it?

Like he’s trying to be good because he doesn’t want you to know but he can’t help but press you a little closer… breathe you in a little more… this can be coupled with whatever else you have in mind (panty stealing, voyeurism, etc etc).

Your writing is so beautiful, I swear. 🖤

sacrament — viktor x reader

synopsis: because he worships you the only way he knows how—quietly. obsessively

cw: gn! reader, explicit, perv! viktor, voyeurism, somnophilia, masturbation (viktor), grinding/ cumming untouched, obsession

a/n: you’re so sweet, thank you! perv viktor is also literally CONSUMING me, i need him so bad

fanart by @/ edwintarm on twitter / X

The first time Viktor did it, it had been late.

You were curled into him the same way you always were—sweetly tangled in sleep, breath warm against his collarbone, your skin flushed from the heat under the blanket. His body had betrayed him without warning. He hadn’t even touched you. He never would—not really, not without your permission.

But…

He’d stared at you for hours that night, eyes burning.

He’d done it. Quietly. Above you. One hand shoved into his pants, stroking his cock so slowly it made his eyes roll back in his skull. Your soft breathing never changed. You never stirred. And when he came—biting down into the crook of his elbow to muffle it—it was the hardest he’d come in his life.

It never should have happened again.

But it did.

Many, many times.

Now? Now he was rotting from the inside.

You didn’t know what you were doing to him. You never did. Tonight was no different.

You laid across his lap, draped over his thigh like something gift-wrapped just for him. His old sweater framing your body, the hem barely covering the tops of your thighs. No pants. Just bare legs pressed against him.

You yawned. Rubbed your cheek into his chest. Mumbled something drowsy and sweet.

He thought he might die on the spot.

His cock was already twitching in his pants.

Just a single glance at your sleepy face and he was hard. Pathetically, aching hard. Again. His palm rested gently on your hip, like it was harmless. Like it wasn’t his anchor to sanity right now.

Because his other hand?

It was clenched on the couch cushion. White-knuckled. Veins raised. Fighting the urge to slide down his own pants and do what he always did once you fell asleep.

But tonight was different.

Because you hadn’t fallen asleep yet. Not quite.

Which made everything worse.

“Mm… Vik” you breathed, sleepy and sugar-sweet, not even opening your eyes.

A shiver carved down his spine. You didn’t know what that nickname did to him. You couldn’t. It made him ache in places he didn’t know could ache. It made his cock kick against his thigh, trapped and throbbing inside his pants.

“Yes?” he rasped, voice wrecked already.

You only hummed in response and nestled closer. Closer. Your thigh sliding between his. Your cheek against his chest, lips just barely parted against the fabric. The shape of your body molding against him like it belonged there.

He nearly bucked.

He could feel your body heat soaking into his hip. The way your skin kissed his, even through layers. And when you exhaled? A tiny, hot breath? It seeped straight through him.

He could smell you again.

That scent he’d memorized by now.

Clean skin. A little sweat. Sleep. You. So intoxicating it made his cock throb, leak. A sticky bead already forming beneath the fabric.

His breathing picked up. Not loud. Just ragged. Controlled—but just barely.

Your weight against him, your warmth, your soft, natural sound as you relaxed more deeply—he was soaking in it, marinating in it. Slowly going mad.

He should leave.

Get up. Go to the bathroom. Rub one out furiously in silence and come back.

But he didn’t. He just sat there.

Breathing you in. Soaking in the way your thigh shifted gently against his groin as you unconsciously moved in your sleep. Soaking in the subtle drag of your skin against his. The faint warmth of your breath soaking through his shirt.

Your lips were right over his heart.

His cock pulsed violently. Painfully.

He wanted to come. God, he wanted to come. Right there. Right underneath you.

The shame made it worse. Made it hotter.

He imagined it—your sleepy form still curled against him while he came untouched, soaking the inside of his slacks, panting silently against your scalp, his stomach tight and flexing as he rutted into nothing.

He could. He knew how to do it now. How to breathe through it. How to grind just barely enough…

His hips twitched once.

You stirred slightly. Innocent. Unaware.

He let out a suppressed whimper.

“Shh…” you mumbled, one arm reaching to stroke his chest like you were soothing him back to sleep.

Your fingers—so gentle—just brushing across his shirt, not even aware of what you were doing. Just instinctively sweet. Comforting him.

As if he deserved that.

As if he wasn’t hard as a rock beneath you, throbbing, leaking, craving the friction of your bare thigh against his desperate cock.

He clenched his teeth.

His hand slipped. Just an inch.

From your hip… to your thigh.

The soft inner part.

Warm. Smooth. He didn’t grope. Didn’t dare. Just held. Let his hand settle there. Let his fingertips feel the softness of your skin under the edge of his sweater.

You exhaled again. So sweet.

Didn’t move. Didn’t notice.

And Viktor?

He started rocking. Just slightly. Subtly. His hips tilting—millimeter by millimeter—grinding his clothed cock against your thigh, chasing friction.

He didn’t even mean to.

It was instinct. Animal. A slow, hungry grind. Deliberate. Rhythmic. Just enough to feel that slight, hot pressure—soft fabric sliding across his aching head. Dampening with each pass.

He was going to come.

You didn’t even know.

That was the filthiest part.

That you were letting him. Unknowingly, sweetly—letting him use your sleeping body like this. Letting him grind into your warmth and come in his pants like a desperate, broken man.

He could hear his own breathing now.

Shaky.

He bit the inside of his cheek. Focused. Ground again—slow, shallow. Felt the pressure cresting, low and tight, his abdomen pulling, his cock swelling—

And then it hit. He froze. The orgasm crashed through him in a hot, choking wave—no noise, no release, no explosion—just desperate tension as his cock throbbed and leaked, soaking his briefs in helpless pulses.

He didn’t dare move. Didn’t dare make a sound.

You sighed softly. Rubbed your cheek against him again. Your thigh pressed tighter between his.

Viktor? He sat there. Panting quietly. Soaking wet.

Stiff with shame. Still unbelievably hard. Still twitching.

Still so in love.

[0ccuria]

Thinking back on River's romance scene and it's honestly so fuckin funny how they're trying to be quiet and discreet, yet he still slams your bare ass titties onto the open window that faces the front of the trailer

Y'all ain't hiding shit, them neighbors got a full show of the rodeo. For FREE!! 😭

[smolstarthief]

Hey, I did previously mention an AU where Viktor gets taken in by Benzo and acts as a big brother to Ekko and later becomes one of the Firelights did I? He doesn't go to the academy either and meets Jayce under different circumstances too (The bridge battle specifically and yeah that'll be rewritten somewhat in a way that Jayce tries to participate or oversees things at first before being forced to intervene himself as he's part of the council by this point). I guess he also awakens as a mage this time without Hexcore interference too? I haven't fully figured it out yet admittedly. ^^;

Just enjoy the edit anyhow! ^_^

[fereldanwench]

playing for time + a ripper they can trust

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[snapitkeeper]

Happy Vik day ^_^

[cybershock24601]

I was setting up V to take some cute and romantic silverv shots in photomode and those poses look so weird before you spawn Johnny in and now I'm just thinking that's probably exactly what V looks like to other people in universe when cozying up to their tapeworm because V looks absolutely insane hugging empty air like that. People gotta be thinking V's some sort of cyberpyscho if they catch a glimpse of that because unless you know what's going on with V, they look completely crazy.

Even if someone did know what was going on with V they look completely crazy though that judgement would most likely be coming from the fact that they're choosing to get involved with Johnny Silverhand

[saintemarvel]

V & Judy with some friends

(updated version)

[nanocados]

Yuries your jayvik 👭

uhm Viktoria please take a break, Jayce needs her daily walk she’s just a uoppy

[panampalmerswife]

I don’t really see johnny and v wanting to have a kid or anything in a potential johnny-gets-a-body scenario,

however

the idea of them having to explain how they met to their kids is extremely funny to me

[constellationsofneptune]

love that the entire fandom is in agreement that Jayce is Viktors lap dog, like if Vik says sit he's sat