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Distracting: Part 2

Viktor has been harboring guilt over his accidental thievery of your used champagne glass. At least he had the security that you were none the wiser..that doesn't change that your even harder to ignore now that he spent the weekend studying your lip print 

warnings: More of Viktor's developing crush on you, lots of flashback to after the party, him being soft, some VERY mild suggestive stuff..don’t worry more is to come in the next part 

Read part 1 here

Word count : 2,339

“Is the sun always that bright?” Viktor whined, covering his gaze as he hurried over toward the window, leaning toward it and squinting disaprovingly at the sunny world beyond it, before pulling on the shades and banishing the light. His head didnt exactly pound anymore, but he had a way of ending up hung over whenever he drank, call it his low weight, or the fact that his anatomy consistently seemed against him, if there was alcohol, it hurts the next day.

“I think it always stays like that Vik '' you answer, earning an unimpressed glance your way as he limps toward his desk and places down his bag. You stretch your arms upward, humming lightly as you feel the satisfying crackle in your spine and knuckles. You personally, feel wonderful. After the party over the weekend, you peeled away your dress and were fast to slip into a hot bath, allowing for your sore muscles to relax and let you practically fall into a perfectly restful weekend. You dont recall too much other than resting on your couch, reading the current novel that had infected your every thought, one you had also slipped into your bag for today when the lab was getting a little boring.

“Ugh..” You hear Viktor let out a relch at the sound of your joints popping, “Why, every morning..That isnt good for you, and it is worse to listen to” He lectured, placing himself in his chair, slowly turning to face you so that his point would get across. You mimic him immedietly, a practiced motion, turning to face him, and mirroring his posture and how his fingers laced together on his knee. He flashed yet another disaproving look, this time punctuated with a, “Rude”.

You snicker lightly, returning yourself to face your desk. Unpacking your bag only takes another minute or so, that moment remaining silent as you and Viktor set up for today's work load. The silence was normal, especially with Viktor, but that's why you liked working with him. While you could spend hours talking with Jayce, bouncing back and forth in a hyper focused frenzy, you much more enjoyed the comfortable silence of working next to Viktor. You had developed a ritual of passing back and forth materials and tools as you worked simultaneously on projects.

He was always respectful, never intentionally touching you without reason, and if he did bump you, he was quick to apologize, which you enjoyed only because of how flustered he got when he began to stumble over words so fast he began to slip into his native language. Or when he would tap you lightly with a pencil, and you would turn to see what he needed, only for him to lean over your notebook and scribble something down, like a warning before he did so.

You had caught yourself memorizing his little mannerisms over time, keeping a small tally at the top corner of your pages for every time he had tricked you into letting him fix a note, or murmured a word you didnt recognize when fidgeting with a new project. It relaxed you, like a little grounding tool to keep your mind occupied when you had tired yourself with your work, a healthy distraction. So you lazily flipped open your notebook to the current page, doodling a little box for today's tallies before pulling the sheet off your current project and beginning your busy work. Viktor sat quietly as he began his project, as usual. He had just gone for his wrench when he caught movement in the corner of his eyes, a familiar motion he had memorized, you're playing with your hair again. His gaze tracks the motion, how the tufts flutter about, if he was closer like last time, he was sure he would be able to smell the shampoo you used again..if he was correct in assuming, it smelt like honey. He didnt notice he was staring until you turned your head and caught him. Your eyes lock with his golden gaze for a short moment, a blissful second of eyecontact between you, before he caught it and you watched his gaze flicker around, his head turning swiftly before settling back on his work and his form shrank down far too close to his project to be safe, but successfully he had avoided the chance of you seeing how harshly his face darkened red. His breath was shaky, as he struggled to keep it low enough that you coculdnt hear. How frustrating, it had been getting harder to avoid your prying eyes, more tedious to avoid you catching him logging your smiles, and even harder to keep up conversations without smiling too much, and you had only added another level to it with that damned glass. That weekend, he had smuggled that stupid glass away from the party. He didnt know why, in fact he was sure it was a trance when he walked into him and Jayce shared an apartment, only to find the empty champagne glass still tucked in his palm. Jayce locked the door as Viktor considered what could have happened to end up here, now a thief..through the glass couldn’t be too expensive, it felt rather cheap.

“What's that you got there?” Jayce asked, leaning over Viktor and causing him the flinch, almost hard enough to send the delicate glass shattering across the floor. He gripped it tighter, giving one of his famously annoyed glances. Jayce lifted his brows, motioning specifically toward the rouge lipstain at the edge.

“Oh? Oh hoho..that color there looks pretty familiar” Jayce had started to tease, his chest was starting to bob with a deep chuckle, the kind he had always given when he was preparing to tease him.

Viktor felt the stab of anxity in his stomach, looking quickly between Jayce’s knowing gaze and the glass before he squirmed a bit away, trying to hide away in his room, fast.

“I dont want to talk about it.” He insisted, tucking away into his room and quickly hiding away the used glass in his closet with a slam.

“Talk about what? Did they give it to you or did you mean to steal it?” Jayce practically howled as he leaned into Viktors room, watching as his friend as he struggled to undo his tie with furious aggression, only getting more incense the longer he struggled. With a loud huff he finally undid it, now wrestling with his shirt vest,

“I didn’t mean t- I didnt steal it from them” He insisted, pulled off the vest before landing on his bed and taking off his shoes, “Oh..so you're not denying it anymore?” Viktor froze, his hands ceasing shakily over his cufflinks. Jayce smirked teasingly, suppressing another laugh until Viktor flung a loose shoe toward him. He quickly took the hint, “Okay! Okay! Good night loverboy-” He laughed, slipping away and leaving Viktor flushed violently and gripping his hair as he fell back into his bed. 

At least now he could let his face cool down now that you were no longer watching him, it of course was easier to work and ignore you for a few minutes at a time. Until..

“Hey guys! Sorry I'm late,” Jayce hollered, bursting through the door, nearly tripping over the doorway and spilling the offering of coffe for the trio.

Yes, Viktor was screwed now. Jayce knew, he dditn know to what extent, but he did know. He knew about the glass.

“Here ya go,” Jayce chirped, handing you a coffee with that stupid winning smile.

“Aw, thanks ya goof. You know, you could just not be late, then you wouldn't need to get us coffee every monday.” You explain, sipping the drink as you watch him float off toward Viktor who had frozen solid since the door opened.

“Then I would miss out on your winning smile, you have a very special smile when you get surprised by coffee” He replied, twirling around to the other side of an unresponsive Viktor. He placed the cup beside his friend's hand, leaning over his shoulder to whisper where you couldnt hear.

“I got you the same order, in case you want to ‘swap’ cups again,” He hummed, almost getting hit as Viktor swatted him away. Jayce snickered quietly, slipping away to his own work.

Viktor sat staring at his coffee for a few moments, regrettably reaching for it. Coffee was essential, how unfortunate that it was a gift from Jayce..he drank it non the less, pressing his lips to the lid and gulping down a few mouthfulls and returning finally to an average working pace.

“Vik? Are you there?” Viktor snapped out of his focused state, turning toward the sound before pulling off his goggles and finding you much closer than he expected you to be. You stoof next to him, leaning a little over his side after spending the past minute or so trying to get his attention. You tilted your head, giving an amused huff as you slipped some papers to his desk. “Thank Janna the fire alarm wasn’t going off, you would be cooked by now.” He blinked, glancing from you to the papers a few times before turning to read them better. He pulled them from the table, acutely aware of the fleeting warmth your hands had left. 

“Hmm..yes, and I'm sure in wouldn’t notice the heat or pain either,” he replied, looking over your notes with a similar, less intense, focus.

“I wouldnt be surprised, you kinda run on autopilot when you're zoned out. Once you stole my pencil for the day after fixing my notes”, You pull yourself up on the desk, crossing your legs and watching as he scribbles down corrections to your equasions. “And you have yet to return that novel I let you borrow, you're kind of a clepto.” 

“I am not a ‘clepto’” he huffed, adjusting one of your notes, biting on the edge of his pencil,

“That's my pencil..”

He pulled it away from his teeth, inspecting it for any signs he may recognize. He flipped it in his hand, finding your initials etched into the wood.. 

“Ah..so it is..” he muttered, finishing his edits before offering you the pencil. 

“No, you keep it.” You say, declining the chewed on pencil and snatching up your papers. You hug them to your chest, walking a step or two before leaning down close to his ear, “Add it to your little collection,” you purr, straightening up and hurrying toward Jayce for a final opinion.

Viktor stills in his seat, holding the pencil loosely between his fingers and staring blankely at the edge of the desk. He twitched his hand lightly, unable to do much more after that. 

You were so close..he still felt the warmth of your breath across his throat, the memory of it sending a static shiver down his spine, causing him to lean over his desk and place his head againstt his hands. You were warm, even though you hadnt touched him, and being so close, he could confirm..your shampoo smells like honey.And when you sat on his desk, he had fought every instinct in his body not to look at you, not when you sat above him like that. Your legs crossed, leaned over his work. If he reached over, he could have confirmed another theory, whether or not your thighs were as soft as they looked- Damn it, focus. He coudln’t be doing this, not here. You were no less than a yard away and all he couldnt think about was how good you smelt, how your breath felt against his neck..how your lipstain would look against his skin. He had noticed you were wearing the same color as before.

‘Stop it. They work with you.’ 

He grabbed his coffee, sipping it aimlessly.

The night after the party, Viktor had sat staring at the single stained glass on his desk. He had pulled it out to clean it, thinking at least he could put it in the kitchen and just forget all about his accidentale thievery. Instead, he had ended up watching it, as if it would squirm or come to life if he only watched for long enough. 

He didnt clean it..he let it sit on his desk and continued on with his day. On occasion he would glance at it, sometimes walking over and holding it to closely inspect the print of your lips left on its crystal edge. He always rounded back to it, replaying the memory of you in that dress, giving him the rest of your drink..you smiled..maybe you knew- of course you didnt. Why would you know? He was good about hiding it, right? He didn’t think he made it too obvious, maybe stareing a bit longer than he should have, or that one instance where he had to hide the smile tally from you when you had seemingly manifested beside him.

 Before he had slept that night, he absentmindenly brought it with him to the kitchen..he ment to clean it..but instead he had filled it, nursing down a bit of wine to trick his brain into sleeping. Maybe even allow for a dream similar to the events of the party..with less of him standing alone. 

He groaned lightly to himself, standing and grabbing his crutch before walking across the room toward the door. 

“Everything ok Viktor?” Jayce asked, pulling his attention away from the blackboard,

“Just need some fresh air..” Viktor replied, escaping the lab, and making his way down the hall. 

After a walk his head would be clear enough to work again. He would be able ti at least make some progress on the assignment without his thoughts drifting back to how your uniform looked against your skin, or how pretty your voice sounded when you gifted him your stolen pencil..

“Add it to your little collection..” 

He paused..eyes wide. “Oh..no..” 

[doctorho]

Neon lights pt. 3

Viktor x gender neutral reader, modern-ish au, no warnings

3.8k words

HI GUYS! HAVE A THING!

i know this story is stupid old but HEY we do what we want here. have a part three.

here's part 1 and part 2 in case you want a reminder of what happened in this story before (i sure as hell didn't remember and i wrote this shit)

this is....okay guys this is functionally just smut ok. i'm trying. i'll proofread this and re-evaluate my life choices in the morning, but for now...you're welcome. tags: @writingmysanity

The whole way to his apartment, you’re wildly aware of everything. Every passing heartbeat is a reminder of the moment you were in, and the steady rhythm of his steps next to yours only solidifies the feeling. The dizzying anticipation swirling around in your head trickles down your body, all the way to the tips of your fingers, making you feel like your blood was electric.

This was – in theory, at least – a very strange situation. You had gone from being strictly on friend territory to…something else, in the matter of hours. And he seemed to adapt to the new situation fluidly, calm and confident as ever, if still sporting the remnants of a blush. You couldn’t blame him – the kiss had left your body burning, too, heating up a lot more than just the skin on your cheeks. 

And now you were going to his apartment with…the promise that there’d be more. 

It was a very strange situation, in theory. This was Viktor – the guy you sat quietly in the library with, every fifteen minutes showing each other something really stupid you’d found in whatever you were reading. The guy you complained to when someone had stolen the good soldering iron tips from the lab, again. The guy you could always count on to want to try to find a solution to every problem, or at least study the problem with you and offer his own specific brand of humor to help. 

The guy that had, without any prompting, shared his tools with you when you needed something you couldn’t find. Who had started to keep a few extra soldering iron tips around when he figured out what kind you liked, so he always had something to offer when there were none to be found in the shared storage.

The guy you sometimes just sat silently with when you both happened to take a break at the same time, or when he was the only person in the room that you recognized and on top of that, liked. It's not like you'd been best friends, but you'd been…friendly. There's been a silent understanding about it. Sure, sometimes you bickered over the best way to take notes or wire something, but you'd still had this…wordless mutual agreement that you respected each other. You could count on each other, you know, if someone happened to need covering regarding some late assignments or borrowed equipment or dodgy lab practices that might be frowned upon. You had his back, he had yours. You were friends. 

And now you knew what he tasted like. 

Now, he was taking you to his apartment to…learn more. 

It hadn’t been explicitly discussed, but he’d said he wanted to touch you, and you had a good enough imagination to take it from there. Especially after that kiss. After hearing those breathless little sounds he’d made. After having him that close. After having felt his goddamn erection pressed against your ass. 

Yeah. That was more than enough for your imagination to get going. You weren’t exactly sure what he had in mind, but you were eager to find out. Very few things would leave you feeling disappointed right now; whatever he would offer, you would take, gladly. 

As strange as this situation was in theory, it didn’t make you feel uncomfortable.

It just made you feel curious. Curious, and your limbs heavy with expectant desire.

This was a whole new side of Viktor that you’d never seen before. Not outside of your fantasies, anyway.

This was a whole new side of him, and you were dying to see what it was like. To see what he would do when the public eye was out of the mix. What he would look like, wanting something honestly, just the two of you in the room, alone, and with the whole night to waste away. 

You’d thought about it many times, what it’d be like to have him look at you like he wanted you. Like he wanted you, and he’d decided he was going to have you. 

And now you were very much on track to finding out what it would truly be like. 

The thought is almost too intense to bear, and it settles in the bottom of your stomach, heavy and thick and sweeter than the remnants of the caramel on your lips. 

Your mind flips through possibilities like a slideshow, giving you a glimpse of something before moving on to the next scenario only for half a second. How would he behave? Would he be confident and dominant and in charge, or would he let you lead? What about the sounds he’d make, would those be as delicious as you were hoping? You’d gotten a taste when you’d kissed him, sure, but you wanted more. You wanted to hear what he sounds like when there is nothing else, when it’s the only thing he can think about, when he isn’t thinking about it at all. You’d felt his hard-on earlier during the night, and you wanted to feel it again. Only closer. And with more…intent. 

He’d said he wanted to touch you, and you wanted, more than anything, to know what that would be like.

And you were going to find out.

He stops at his apartment door, and you try your best to behave like a decent human being, for the moment. You know, like you weren’t just busy thinking about his dick. 

“In advance – “ He says as he digs out his keys and sorts through them looking for the right one, “Sorry about the mess.”

You exhale a short, quiet laugh. “Viktor.” You say slowly, drawing out his name and leaning to the wall next to his door, “Do you really think that the mess is what I’ll be focusing on?”

He pauses in his movements for just a second, considering this. And then he licks his lips and swallows as he tugs the door open. “Fair point.” He agrees quietly, “I guess not.”

You smile a little in response, and he opens the door, holding it open for you as you lean off the wall and slip in. 

Inside his apartment, the situation washes over you like a wave – the background hum of people and city streets is gone, the colorful lights are reduced to a few dim streaks that the windows let in. 

It is quiet, and he is watching you carefully. 

"I meant what I said." He mutters, voice quiet and thoughtful. "Earlier." He averts his eyes from yours, "I don't expect anything from you."

"Okay," You answer, the word slow, as you study his features in the dim light. "But what do you want?" 

He swallows – you can see it – and then he opens his mouth, just a little, but doesn't say anything. Instead, his eyes find yours again.

"Was that a difficult question?" You tease him, leaning back slightly. 

"No," He breathes, "just…unexpected."

"How so?"

He lifts his brows slightly. Licks his lips. "This is…not how I thought this night would end when I agreed to go to a pub quiz."

You smile a little, and hum through your lips, leaning a bit closer to him. "Is this better or worse than what you had in mind?"

He blinks. "I was thinking of testing out some of the circuit board models. Optimizing the layout."

"So…." 

He lets out a short exhale, and one corner of his lips twitches upwards. 

"So I think I would say that this is better." He lifts one eyebrow slightly, and his eyes trail down your body. It makes your whole body feel like it’s heating up again, and you almost want to shy away from his gaze. Almost. 

You smile a bit, and hum in response. “Good to know.”

He meets your eyes again, now more serious. “I meant it when I said I don’t expect anything from you.” He says again, “even if nothing else happens tonight, this will have been better than anything I was picturing for myself.”

You hum in answer again. You knew he was being serious – you got that. He was making sure you were on the same page about this. That you didn’t feel pressured. And you didn’t want him to worry.

“Picking up people from bars wasn’t what you had in mind?” 

He laughs a little, shaking his head a bit. “Not my usual practice, no.”

“So I’m special, then?”

He meets your eyes again. “Yes,” he answers, with enough sincerity that it surprises you. 

You don’t know what to say to that, so you just stare at him, for a moment. 

“Yes, you are.” He continues, more serious, and taking a slow step towards you. He stops just at the edge of your personal space, and holds your gaze. 

“Did you really think,” he starts, slowly, his voice quiet, leaning a bit closer, close enough that you could smell him, “ – that I would let just anyone that close to me, and then invite them home?”

You swallow, not sure how to answer. He smiles slightly, just for a moment, before he takes a breath, and his eyes drop away from yours.

Then, he exhales a small chuckle. “Those two know better than to invite anyone else to –” he starts, then pauses to take a breath, sigh it out, and shake his head slightly. “..sit in my lap.” 

He leans a bit closer again, and when he exhales you can feel his breath brush your cheek. You can smell the caramel, the cinnamon, the heat. 

"Do you have any idea," He mutters, pressing closer to you, his words quiet and soft, his breath brushing past your ear and making you shiver, "what it was like?" His voice breaks a little at the end of the sentence, and it sends a shiver straight down your spine, a pleasant tingling resonating at the nape of your neck. 

With a very slow movement, he places down the now-empty coffee cup, and out of your peripheral vision, you can see him flex the fingers of his now-free hand. 

"Having you there, so close, so warm and real, and trying not to think about it?" He says, the words dripping with something thick and heavy and sweet, "about having you closer?"

You swallow. “I think I have an idea.” you answer, tilting your head slightly. “Are you waiting for written permission to touch me, or –?”

He takes a deep breath, slowly. Then he meets your eyes. Licks his lips. 

Now, he was standing so close that it didn’t take much for his fingers to find your waist. His hand trails up your side, slowly, carefully, lightly,  and he sighs. You can feel that against your skin, too.

You just exhale a hum in affirmation, and lean into his touch. It’s all you can do, with his fingers skimming over your waist, lightly past your ribs, so gentle they’re barely there. It’s maddening, that he’s only giving you a ghost of a touch, like this.

"About–" He continues, the word brushing against your skin, and then he pauses, takes a breath. "When you asked if it was the good kind of torture," he starts again, quietly, "were you trying to drive me insane?"

You smile, just slightly. “Maybe just a little.” You trail a hand up his chest in response lightly. “Did it work?”

He takes a deep breath, and exhales it against the side of your throat. “You have no idea.”

You smile again, now mainly to yourself. “And what are you going to do about that?” you ask him, and you don’t even try to disguise it from what it was; a dare. 

An invitation.

Viktor is not stupid, and he takes it. Greedily. 

He takes a breath, and his grip on your waist solidifies as he tugs you against the closest wall. Half a step, and your back is pressed against it – and his gaze is burning through you, his eyes dark and hungry in the dim room, almost glowing as they reflect the golden-yellow lights coming in from the windows. 

He licks his lips. He doesn’t let the distance between you grow; he’s still so close that when he speaks, you can feel his breath on your lips. And you were willing to bet he knew that. With that damn knowing look in his eyes, you were willing to bet he knew exactly what he was doing to you. 

“What would you like me to do about it?” He asks, throwing the dare right back at you. 

Yes, he was radiating that calm confidence you were used to, that I know exactly what I’m doing and I know I’m doing it well, and you knew he wouldn’t be doing any of this if he didn’t already know you wanted it, but…he was still treading carefully. Making sure. 

You smile a bit, and hum thoughtfully through it. Wrap your fingers through the fabric of his shirt. “This is a pretty good start.” you answer, letting your eyes drop away from his. “You could also kiss me, now that there’s no audience.” 

He blinks. 

And then he kisses you. 

In the dark room, it’s like he envelopes you, filling your every sense. He still tastes like caramel, and now that there is nothing but the darkness and this, you’re able to smell him, too – and able to hear every soft little sound he makes. 

It’s intoxicating, having him this close. You get lost in it easily, burning every bit of it into permanent memory without even trying. The delicious pressure of him pushing you against the wall, the way his breath hitches when you open your mouth to him – 

When his lips drop from your mouth to your jaw, to your throat, you don’t even think about the moan that slips out of your mouth. Not until he groans in response, and you can feel it, and the low, deliciously heavy thrum of it drips straight down to the pit of your stomach. 

It makes you feel lightheaded and lead heavy at the same time.

He exhales against the side of your throat shakily, and leans away slightly, tugging at your waist. 

No words are needed for this; it’s pretty clear what he wants. 

To get you somewhere more convenient.

And that’s more than fine with you. 

His hand falls away from your waist just to slip into your hand, and pull you into his apartment properly. It’s not big, and even in the dim lighting, you could tell it was cluttered, but you barely make a mental note of this; that wasn’t even on your list of priorities right now. Besides, Viktor had never seemed like the kind of person who’d live in a clinically white empty apartment anyway. 

And you’re pretty sure that you’ll have time to inspect his interior decor choices later, if you wish. But right now, though – right now you were only concerned about one thing; where he was leading you. 

It turns out to be his bed, which, honestly, was exactly what you’d been hoping for. At the foot of it though, he hesitates, freezing for a moment. 

He was still nervous – still didn’t trust that you wanted this. Wanted him. 

You smile at him softly, and he opens his mouth to say something, but doesn’t get it out. 

You lift up a hand to gently nudge him towards the bed, and he gets the message, falling to sit down on the edge. 

“Let me guess.” You mutter, leaning a bit closer, while he’s just watching you with his lips slightly parted. “You’re not expecting anything from me.” 

He swallows, visibly. “Yes.” 

You smile slightly. “Good.” you answer, “noted.” 

Nodding a bit, he just watches you. 

His breathing falters when you very carefully, slowly move closer and settle to straddle him. Keeping your hips in the air for now, you fold your knees on either side of his thighs, and watch his reaction. 

It is not disappointing; his breathing is fast, and his cheeks are rosy, his eyes half-lidded as he looks up at you. Waiting. 

“However,” you say slowly, trailing a hand gently up his chest, “I’d like to know what it is that you want.” 

He takes a very deep breath but doesn’t answer, so you continue by gently tilting his chin up with a few fingers, making him meet your eyes. 

“I meant it when I said I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to be, Viktor.” 

He exhales a small sigh. “I know,” he answers, “I know.” Then, he licks his lips and swallows. “Just…having a hard time believing this is all happening.” He exhales a small chuckle, looks away, shakes his head a bit, “you have no idea how many times I’ve dreamed about this.” 

You blink in surprise at the confession before settling back into the reality of the situation. That this was indeed happening. 

“Oh?” you say, keeping your voice sweet, “and what happens in your dreams?” 

Seeing Viktor get flustered might be your new favorite thing. He opens his mouth but doesn’t say anything, then closes it, licks his lips. You can see the blush on his face deepen, and when he looks at you, his eyes are half-lidded, dark, and heavy on you. 

Delicious. 

“Viktor.” you drawl out, leaning a bit closer, “Tell me what you want. Tell me how to make you feel good.” 

You smile when you see him swallow, see his fingers flex at his side again. 

“Believe me,” he starts, voice quiet and breathy, “that is…not a complicated task.” 

He glances down, and you follow his gaze to what was definitely an erection, before tilting his head up again and leaning closer to him again. Not close enough for your bodies to touch but close enough to let your lips brush against his ear, “That doesn’t mean –” you start quietly, savoring the way it makes him shiver a bit, “ – that it’s not a task that I would be interested in mastering.” 

In response, he sighs, and tilts his head back a bit, giving you the perfect opportunity to kiss his neck. 

It feels like the most natural thing in the world, letting your lips fall to his neck like that. And when he seems to lean into your touch, that feels natural, too. 

When he moans, though – that, that feels heavenly. It’s the sweetest sound you’ve ever heard, and it drips right down your spine and straight to the pit of your stomach – and lower – and you instantly memorize any spot that makes him do that. 

He swallows – you can feel it – and you smile against the side of his throat. 

You’ll take that reaction as encouragement.

“You can touch me,” you tell him quietly, muttering the words against his skin, “if you want.”

His hands find their way to your waist, and you roll your hips against his slowly.

And he gasps, tensing under you, and when you look up you find his eyes closed and brows furrowed in a delicious little frown. Curious about his reaction, you roll your hips again, and this time, he lets out a quiet, shallow moan, and his hand on your waist tenses. 

You hum in approval, and lean closer to smile against the side of his throat. “I hope you know those delicious little sounds you make are driving me insane.” you mutter, slowly rolling your hips against his again.

His grip on your waist tightens again, and you pause. 

“I’m not hurting you, am I?” You ask, your head clearing a little bit.

He breathes out a shaky chuckle, shaking his head, and that’s enough to dissolve your worry. “No, eh –” he swallows, “quite the opposite.” 

The understanding of what he’s saying melts into your body, slow and warm, and you relax against him.

He takes a deep breath, two, “No.” He says again, “I am…thoroughly enjoying this, just…I would stop doing that if I were  you, unless you want me to implode.”

You blink. Look at him, for a moment. 

“And what if I do?” you ask, keeping your voice sweet, slowly trailing a hand down his chest. 

His eyes find yours quickly, and you tilt your head slightly, waiting for him to answer. He just stares at you, and you stop your hand at the waistline of his pants, studying his reaction. 

“Do you want me to stop?” you ask, waiting. 

“I –” He starts, immediately pausing to lick his lips, “No.” He answers, voice breathy, “No. But – “ he furrows his brows slightly, “Are you sure?” 

You smile at him softly, and run your other hand through his hair gently. “I wouldn’t be here right now if I wasn’t,” you remind him, leaning a bit closer to brush your lips against the side of his neck, “I want to make you feel good.” 

He exhales something that might be a curse, but you’re not sure.

“Tell me what you want.” You prompt him again, and after a heartbeat, he breathes out a groan and his grip on your waist tightens, and he tugs you closer. 

You follow the pull easily, and smile against his throat before kissing that spot that had made him moan before. He swallows as you press your body closer to his, slowly rolling your hips against his again. 

“Keep –” he says, his breathing faltering a bit, “Keep doing that.” 

You hum quietly, contemplatively, against his throat, knowing he could feel the vibrations of it and moving your body against him agonizingly slowly, fully aware that you were just teasing him now. “This?” 

In response, he stifles a groan and leans back his head. “Yes –” he breathes, followed by something that was definitely a curse. 

You smile at the reaction, run your hand up his chest again, and lean close enough that you’re sure he could feel your entire body pressed against him. 

“You can touch me if you want, Viktor.” You remind him quietly, letting your lips brush against his ear and your hips press against his again. 

He shudders a bit, breathing out a broken sigh. “Where?”

“Anywhere,” you answer, smiling against his skin when it makes his breathing hitch.

And then his grip on your waist tightens and he curls off the bed, closer to you, burying his face to your shoulder with a low, broken groan, his hips trembling as they jerk up once, twice. 

He breathes out a shaky sigh, before laughing quietly. “It would seem –” He says quietly, exhaling the words to your shoulder, “that just the thought of that is enough to do me in.”

You smile a little to yourself, and he snakes his arms around your waist, holding you close.

"Sorry." He exhales, voice quiet.

"Viktor." You start, leaning back enough to find his eyes into yours. Make sure he understands. "Do you have any idea -" you say slowly, "how hot it is that I got you to lose control like that?"

He blinks. Blushes. Averts his eyes. "Oh."

"Yeah."

He takes a deep breath, and, very carefully, trails a hand up your body. "Well then -" he mutters, taking his time to meet your eyes again, "how do you feel about continuing?" He asks, "Because I don't think I'm anywhere near done with you."

[pathetic-sapphic]

viktor with an s/o who’s love language is physical touch (from simple shoulder or head pats to long kisses it all makes them feel wanted and loved)

please and thank you 🫡

Viktor with an S/O whose love language is physical touch HC's

This is a perfect receiving love language for Viktor because he is so touch starved. He was always so focused on his studies and work that the thought of a romantic relationship never really crossed his mind.

But now, he has you.

In the early stages of your relationship, he'll be very shy and reserved so you'll most likely have to be the one to initiate the first touches. But seeing how cute he looks with that lovely blush adorning his cheeks and his bashful smile, you figure that going over your initial shyness is worth it if it'll result in such a beautiful sight.

Once you both ease into the first kisses and caresses, Viktor will quickly adapt and learn how to both receive and give those touches. He is a very quick learner after all, and not to mention very observant.

Because of his inquisitive nature and the ability to take note of the little things, it doesn't take long for him to realize just how much his physical proximity brings you comfort and contentment.

From the way your eyelashes softly flutter and the pleased little sigh you let out when he gently kisses your cheek to the alluring redness which graces your face when he smoothly brushes aside a strand of hair from your cheek while looking deep into your eyes.

He is a good, kind man and he loves seeing his partner happy, so he is quick to indulge you with all the kisses, hugs and cuddles that he has to offer. He especially loves how you cling to him in your sleep; whenever he wakes up to the sight and feeling of your pliant figure hugging him softly even while asleep, well he feels like the luckiest man in the world!

If he's taller than you, he never fails to give you a tender forehead kiss even in passing. If you're the same height or taller, then chaste cheek and nose kisses are the way to go!

Whenever you two are outside, be it taking a relaxing walk or going on a cozy bookshop date, he always keeps an arm around your waist, always keeping you close and letting you bask in the warmth of his slender frame.

Viktor is a sucker for hugs so you know you're never going to be experiencing a shortage of them. He loves feeling the softness/firmness of your body against his. He knows you get lonely when he's off working all day, so whenever you visit his lab, he is more than happy to embrace you with all his might while pressing soft kisses into your hair. Just the sight of you makes his heart sing with joy and love.

He is a man who greatly cherishes the feeling of intimacy so he'll be honored to gain your trust and have you rest your head in his lap. He'll blissfully stare at your beautiful features while softly going over them with his calloused fingers. He also loves to play with your hair, especially when it results in a sleepy, dopey smile from you.

He will never think of you as needy or clingy, for he himself is no better. Once he got a taste of your closeness and warmth, he is an addicted man. Viktor doesn't know how he stayed alive for so long without the feel of your soft lips pressing against his.

No matter what the future holds, you can be certain that he'll forever guard his place next to you with a firm and loving grasp on both your heart and soul.

a/n: thank you for this lovely request anon! i hope i did it justice :)

[ihopeinevergetsoberr]

At cane’s length

this song owns my heart, and i’ve been thinking about writing something with soft dom vibes for a while sooo. here you go.

cw: viktor x reader, smut, viktor is an unbearable tease, gn reader, gn pronouns for reader

word count: 2k~

art cr: @arcanescribbles. my inspiration for this fic, actually.

*standard ‘eng is not my first language so please don’t be mean to me’ bullshit i put before posting every single one of my fics*

reblogs and comments are highly appreciated <3

Viktor is handsome in a cruel way. In an untouchable, ‘tease all the remaining sanity of you’ one, to be precise.

Cruel.

That short, plain word spins on your tongue, threatening to roll off it any second. You audibly gulp, desperately trying to swallow the harsh adjective, and the longing flows down your throat, leaving you breathless — almost too turned on to think straight whatsoever.

You can’t call him that. Even though he’s not exactly opposed to the idea of being relentlessly cussed out by you. It’s the consequences of your boldness that attract him: after all, he gets to watch you all tied up and needy, doe-eyed as you desperately ask to be touched… And then wide-eyed as you switch to being utterly unfiltered and vulgar, trying anything and everything to make him fuck you tonight. Spending the whatever’s left of your wits on those incoherent mumble-like sentences, pleading mewls mixed with the sounds of your knees scraping on the floor from all the squirming you do. Completely and utterly adorable in this state of raw desire, and it figuratively makes your brain slip out of your ear, replaces it with debauched thoughts, with inability to feel anything except for the lust — so intense, that it’s almost painful.

The ingenious, irritatingly smug man or, as you so kindly dubbed him, ‘kinky bastard’ is seated above you, the corners of his mouth curled into a wicked smile, legs spread in this tauntingly inviting manner — testing your limits, mocking you deliberately. He knows that you crave to be between those legs, struggling to fit the aching swell of his cock into your mouth, to let it stretch your slick, heavenly warm throat — or even to be split in twain, fucked over his desk like the horny mess you are — desperate, sobbing, charming in the tantrums you throw just for him, begging to be taken care of. Well, not only begging, to be frank. It’s a full-fledged demanding now, which, decidedly, did flatter Viktor, but being a brat never works on him. You have to be good to obtain his mercy. Negotiating, perhaps. Even when your sanity is gone, even when the only thing you can think of is choking on his dick. Those are the unspoken rules of earning Viktor’s touch — the sweet in its unattainability treasure. And you’ve learned it the hard way.

Viktor thinks it’s only fair, since he can’t be rough with you physically. His body might be sore, but his mind? God, you wish it was sore at least once in a while. Yes, he might not be able to frantically pound you into the mattress, but he’s perfectly capable of coming up with new ways to edge you. Which you loved, of course, but fuck would you prefer the first option so much more. But he’s an incorrigible inventor to the bone. Even in the sheets. Well, more precisely, now — in his lab.

The ropes on your wrists are rubbing the skin, keeping your hands tied reliably behind your back. They serve as one of the numerous reminders of this embarrassingly unfair position Viktor had put you in: you can’t move unless he’s kind enough to let you — he’s not restricted in his movements at all, you’re kneeling in front of him with a vulnerable expression — he’s leaning in his chair with a shit-eating grin, legs spread, head thrown back as he looks down at you in a way a master looks at his servant. You’re fully naked — he’s fully clothed. Viktor calls it ‘the perfect balance’. You call it ‘please, just take that damn thing off’. The idyll.

“Viktor, why are you doing this to me?” you mutter, glancing at him with a weak sigh. He quirks an eyebrow, unbothered, divine-looking with those rays of sunlight peeking through his dark hair, forming a figurative nimbus. ‘Like a god,’ you think, and for the briefest of moments your gaze changes from desperate to enamoured. But then you remember that your god refuses to be worshipped. That he would rather watch you suffer, disregarding your every prayer. And so you frown again.

“Funny, you should ask,” he purrs, the thickness of his accent matching the thickness of sexual tension between you. “As far as I’m concerned, you’re supposed to keep your enemies at arm’s length.“

You scoff, ignoring the painful tingling in your knees, the once cold floor beneath you warm and sticky in the places your hot skin touched it.

“I’m no enemy of yours,” you mutter, sounding almost genuinely offended. But Viktor only laughs, mouth open in a silent, amused ‘oh?’. Your only response is a frustrated moan.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that, dear,” he demonstratively clutches his cane, the sexy bend of his long fingers so tempting it nearly has you cumming on the floor. “Didn’t you mention hating me earlier?”

Of course you did. How couldn’t you, when you wanted so badly to open wide for him, to bite on the calloused thumb, the undefinable salty, with a mixture of something metallic taste of his skin so familiar you could easily make it out. Oh, and with accuracy sharp enough for its savour to become a phantom sensation on the tip of your tongue. However, the same tactic never worked for his cock. Whenever you tried to imagine him abruptly pushing it inside of you — the craving would just become stronger, more unbearable. Fantasies were never enough. You needed the real thing.

“Not that I care what label you’ve decided to put on me tonight,” he continues, obviously hinting at the ‘kinky bastard’ incident. “A lover or an enemy — you’re staying at arm’s length.”

“More like at cane’s length,” you mock, angry eyes swirling that white tie oh his slender neck, but the rope around your wrists stops you from tugging on it to angrily steal a kiss.

“Cane’s length?” curious, Viktor leans over you in his chair, and for a second you’re deceived, rejoicing at the proximity, but he’s quick to remind you what a fool you are, his unhinged expression turning into an entertained one. “You have quite the brilliant mind, darling. We should probably test that out.”

Your teeth instantly sink into your tongue, instinctively scolding yourself for the inability to watch your mouth. Why, just why would you say that?

“Test that out?” you mumble, as your gaze drops to his shoes, unable to handle the intensity of his amber eyes lancing through your face.

“Exactly,” Viktor confirms, slyly biting his lower lip. “You see,” he utters, as his crutch loudly taps on the floor, causing you to shudder, “I don’t think the distance between us is equal to the length of my cane.”

“You can’t be serious,” you snapped at him, sobbing frustratingly. “Viktor, it was just a metaphor.”

“I’m a scientist, my dear. I don’t do metaphors. I do calculations and proven facts,” he utters, placing the crutch into his lap, and you find yourself shamefully jealous of that stupid stick, wishing terribly it was you resting there instead of it.

Viktor gives the cane an evaluating gaze, as if trying to measure it with his eyes, cruel grin never leaving that sharp, currently reachless for you face.

“So, supposedly,” he clears his throat, hoarse voice unbearably seductive as he pensively looks you up and down, taking in the debauched arch of your back, the redness on your aching knees. “I believe that my cane is around… say, thirty five inches long. And you, my dear,” he grabs the cane by its handle again, pointing at your face, left eye closed as if he’s trying to measure something again, torturing you shamelessly, “are still too close.”

The annoyance is impossible to hold in anymore. It’s a pure torment — incredibly hot in a certain perverted way, if you were to be frank, but god did you hate him with every fibre of your being right now, dreaming of fucking this mocking sass out of him, of teaching him a lesson. Viktor deserved to be ruined purely for the way he keeps those skilled hands to himself right now, denying you the oh so craved pleasure.

“Well, I don’t think I’m close enough to you” a protest escapes your pouted lips, but it appeared to have fallen on deaf ears, just like all of your previous, hopelessly useless pleas.

“Eh, debatable,” he utters casually, driving you even more mad with a playful shake of that insufferably smart head. You bite back an angry ‘tsk’, followed by a pissed-off roll of the furious eyes. Viktor is quick to notice the bratty demeanour.

He’s smooth in his roughness. In testing your patience with the insatiability of his own. Something cold quickly brushes your chin, forcibly tilting your head up again, and you huff at the audacity, eyes snapping open as you realise that he’s coaxing you to look him in the eye with his fucking cane.

“The fuck?” you hiss at the cocky jerk, but the way he holds that crutch to your face disarms you, adds even more arousal to the mixture of intense feelings building up inside of you.

“Language, my dear,” he purrs, eyes sparkling with malicious pride, “we‘re in a respectable place.“

He bares the upper row of his teeth, smiling at his own witty remark, and you can swear to god that never in your life have you wanted to wipe a grin off somebody’s face so badly. With a kiss, preferably. But a fist would work just perfectly fine too.

“Oh please,” you hitch in breath when the same hard edge of the cane slips off your chin to fleetingly press into your neck, but something about the uncertainty of Viktor’s movements tells you that he’s not done with you yet, that there’s more ‘foreplay’ to come. “Your lab is not a church.”

“Oh yeah? Why are you kneeling then?” he teases, poking you with that sharp sarcasm. As if a goddamn crutch against your throat is not humiliating enough already.

“I want to slap you.”

Viktor hums, and the tortuous cane traces the curve of your shoulder, causing your breath to hitch in anticipation, the contrast of the cool material with your hot skin stealing a dreamy gasp from you.

“Slap me?” he murmurs, enjoying the way you suffer for him. Because of him. “Well, too bad I’m that good at tying knots.”

“You’re an awful person.”

“Oh, don’t flatter me like that.”

“No, seriously, why don’t you just allow me to make you feel good?” you practically cry out, arching your hips in a desperate attempt to get closer to him. But the cane is still there, gently dipped into your collarbone to keep you in place.

“You’re already making me feel good,” he whispers, pushing you away, and all you can do is groan, squirming like you’re facing grim death. But considering the current intensity of your overstimulation, that death might actually turn into quite the real one. In the guise of this devilishly handsome tease, which would make it the worst and the best way to go at the same time.

“But I can make you feel even better,” you beg, half-lidded, exhausted and so beautiful in this perverted state of such earnest vulnerability. Just precious. Sacred even, if the situation wasn’t so sinful. “Viktor, please. Aren’t you done torturing me? I could do so much better than just grovel here.”

“Perhaps,” he presumes, but you know him and his undying love for the eye-fucking too well. Hell, he might just adore this humbling staring even more than having actual sex with you. “But I would rather enjoy the exhibition for a little longer.”

You roll your eyes again. A rather dangerous choice of a reaction, because the crutch in his hand abruptly taps on your shoulder, drawing your attention back to his glistening eyes.

“Roll your eyes at me again and I’ll make it two cane’s length,” he threatens, and you bite your lip to suppress a pitiful moan so hard, that your teeth leave two crimson marks on it’s tender flesh.

And that sexy, secretly favourite torture of yours starts all over again.

[honey-tongued-devil]

[Part 2/?]

It was very quick, but god how could I give this man around 50 kisses in less than 24h?? Dunno, maybe I should… you know, remove his shirt to have more space? Do you want to keep kiss him??

Ps. I loved every single comment and reblog, so… do you want to give him another kiss? Where? (He will have top surgery scar if the second drawing will happen)

[honey-milk126]

Dating the Tua Characters

A/n : next one is Haikyuu. (This is not gonna have the little stories!)

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Includes : Luther Hargreeves,Diego Hargreeves, Allison Hargreeves, Klaus Hargreeves, Five Hargreeves, Ben Hargreeves, Viktor Hargreeves.

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⚠️ mentions of murder, Gn!Reader kinds implied, sorry if I use a nickname you hate,lmk if I missed anything⚠️

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Luther Hargreeves#1 ( you are 29)

•Is the biggest cuddle bug ever.

•Just wants to hold you.

•You have to ask if he is okay.

•Give him hugs.

•tries to spoil you.

•Wants to talk about his childhood.

•Physical touch and quality time are his love Laungaes.

•Nicknames for you: Baby, my love, honey, sweetie, teddy bear.

•Nicknames for him: Babe, love, sweets, my king, my baby.

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Diego Hargreeves#2 ( you are 29)

•Loves to hold you.

•You still gotta comfort him, he's been through a lot.

•Loves to kiss you. (It's his favorite thing to do)

•Quality time and gift giving are his love Laungaes.

•Loves to teach you how to throw knives.

•Loves it when you wear his clothes(his shirts)

•Makes everything about you. (He brags about you🥺)

•Honstley just loves to talk about everything you can do, what your learning, and your dates.

•Nicknames for him: boo, babe, love, sweetie.

•Nicknames for him: baby, my love, honey, my hero.

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Allison Hargreeves#3 ( you are 30)

•You guys dress up each other!!!

•Loves to talk about her day!!!

•She loves to hold you.(& needs reassurance that she's good enough)

•Takes you to her fed carpets? Meetings?

•Loves to show you off.

•Loves to talk about you. (It annoys her siblings)

•Fashion shows with each other!

• especially when you guys go shopping.

•Nicknames for you: Bae, babe, love, sweetie, honey, my Royalty, my flame, beloved.

•Nicknames for her: My queen, baby, my love, honey, sweets, pumpkin.

•Love Laungaes are quality time and acts if service.

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Klaus Hargreeves#4 ( you are 27)

•If you smoke or drink he will 100000% do it with you.

•Loves to hold you.

•Just needs held.

•Brags about you. (Again it makes his siblings so mad.especially Five)

•Compliments you 24/7.

•You complement him also 24/7.

•will be willing to get tattoos with you.

•Dont know what to get? He will get it so you can see it.

•Shows you off, To everyone even the old people.

•Loves to swim with you.

•Nicknames for you: Babe, my love, pumpkin, love, bae.

•Nicknames for him: Baby, sweetie, my hero (it melts his heart).

•He has like every single Love Laungae.

•Buys you flowers for no real reason. (He does it to surprise you bc everyone deserves flowers.)

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Five Hargreeves#5 (you are 29)

•You also have time travel abilities. (Like he dose)

•You also went through the commission.

•and you got stuck with him in the apocalypse future.

•it surprised everyone (even him.)

•Loves you so much.

•Gives you his special sandwich, peanut butter and marshmallows.

•Needs A LOT OF HUGS!!!!

•Loves to cuddle. (When be sleeps.)

•You help him study, and try to stop everything bad from happening.

•You know about Delores(it bugs you a little bit, but he was alone)

•Litteraly just loves you.

•Brags about you to everyone and anyone who will listen (even def people he will sign it)

•Nicknames for you: Babe, my flame, pumpkin, honey, sweetie, my little genius.

•Nicknames for him: my hero, baby, my genius, honey, sweetie, my king.

•Quality time and Physical touch are his love Laungaes.

•would kill for you/ try to protect you from the dangers in the world.

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Ben Hargreeves#6 (you are 17)

•Loves to look at you.

•Loves to show you off.

•You are also a ghost?

•Klaus is your best friend.

•Just loves to spend time with you.

•Its ice not to be alone.

•Nicknames for you: babe, baby, honey, sweetie, my love.

•Nickanames for him: my king, my ghost, love, babe, baby, sweetie.

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Viktor Hargreeves#7 (you are 28)

•Loves the fact that you treat him human.

• honestly loves to show you off.

•it kinda confuses his siblings.

•Teaches you how to play violin.

•Loves to cuddle.

• needs reassurance.(after everything)

•You know about his past. And how he was a she. And how he was neglected.

•give him flowers, he takes such good care of them.

•Buys you so many gifts.

•Get him stuff.

•Loves to cuddle by the fire ace and under covers.

•Loves when you read to him.

•Nicknames for you: babe, love, sweetie, my flame, my pumpkin.

•Nicknames for him: my king, babe, my baby, love, sweetie, my hero, my love.

[r0b1ns]

UMBRELLA ACADEMY X GN (MASC LEANING) READER

WAKING UP WITH THE THEM HEADCANONS

Characters: Klaus, Diego, Viktor, Ben (both), Allison, Lila, Luther

CW: very slight mention of spicy times

WORD COUNT: 650+

Sorry some of them are short

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KLAUS HARGREEVES

-klaus usually wakes up before you

-in some weird ass position

-he stretches, goes to the bathroom, and returns to bed

-he cuddles close to you and puts your arm around him

-its hard for him to fall asleep again

-so he traces details on your hands

-veins, lines, scars, tattoos

-sometimes mumbling something quietly

-kisses your fingers and palms

-he really wants to hug you but doesn't want you to wake up

-so when he feels you stir he whisper asks you if you're awake

-"are you awake (nickname)"

-if you are he turns to face you and hugs your waist

-likes to kiss your collarbones

-you rub his beck and play with his hair

-tells you about the weird dream he had

-you lay like this until one of you is hungry

-he complaints that you need to get out of bed

-but you drag him out and you make yourselves something to eat

DIEGO HARGREEVES

-you usually wake up at the same time

-either you're on Diego's chest or he's on your stomach

-he grunts and complains about the sun in his eyes

-you joke about him being grumpy

-than he smiles at you and and kisses your cheek

-you get up almost immediately

-he has training routine to follow

-sometimes if he finishes early he'll shower and get back to you

VIKTOR HARGREEVES

-most of the time he wakes up before you

-he just lays there with you in his arms

-just admiring your face

-he traces your features and accidentally wakes you up

-he feels bad but you reassure him it's ok

-you like to kiss him and brush his hair of his forehead

-viktor loves to just wrap his hands around you and say nothing

-but unfortunately his siblings make so much noise you can't possibly stay in bed

-you look at each other and roll your eyes

-having to get off of your comfortable bed

-you like to make breakfast cause he can't cook shit

-sorry Viktor

LILA PITTS

-there's not much to say

-she either wakes you up by kissing you

-and than it leads to more

-or she's already gone somewhere by the time you wake up

-i wish I could write more but that's it

ALLISON HARGREEVES

-you wake up before her

-you wake up hugging her in some way

-you like to caress her cheek with your thumb

-she wakes up with a smile and snuggles close to you

-asks how your night was

-likes to brush her fingers through your hair (if you have any)

-if your hair is too curly for this she just swirls it around her finger

-doesn't want to get up

-"why do we have to get up it's only 10"

-i like to think you piggy back her to the bathroom/kitchen

BEN HARGREEVES/SPARROW

HARGREAVES: -well he's a ghost

-so..

-he doesn't sleep

-but he likes to lay/float on your bed in the morning

-just watching you

-not in a creepy wat ofc

-sometimes likes to scare you

-"how long have you been here?" "Just a few hours ^_^"

SPARROW: -already awake

-like four hours before you

-when you come out of your room he smiles at you

-says "oh look who's up" in a sarcastic tone

-made breakfast for you while you were showering

-if anyone besides you two is in the kitchen he acts like he doesn't really care about you

-but everyone knows he does

LUTHER HARGREEVES

-always hugs you when you wake up

-is still asleep

-snores

-loud

-you try to tangle out of his hands but fail

-you'll have to wake him up to go to the bathroom

-wakes up like a mom

-"what? What's happened, is everything alright?"

-you say you just need to go to the bathroom

-he apologizes to you and let's go of you

-you kiss his nose and go to the bathroom

-asks you how you slept when you return with a dorky smile

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!gifs are not mine!

[maycat-19-142]

Viktor Krum reaction to seeing you after the war

A/n: enjoy

⚠️:wounds

He ran thought the broken halls and collapse ceilings. He ran till he reached the great hall. Then he heard your voice. "I think he is ok" he looked in to see you helping rap a wound of a man who was asking about someone. Viktor ran over to you and said "I thought I lost you" you turned and hugged him.

I'm rewatching harry potter. Have a good day and night 🌙

Pixie out 🧚‍♀️

[ursawastricked]

Distracting: Part 5

The Sun Chaser: An annual, 24 hour work day in the lab, used to catch up on any missed work time from the past year..and this is your first year joining Viktor and Jayce for it..armed with an ungodly amount of caffeine, excitement for time with his lab partners, and a crippling sense of shame for his newly found intimate thoughts of you, Viktor will try and make it through an entire day without thinking of you in that way again..at least not with you realizing..

Wordcount: 3,366

WARNINGS: Alcohol, mention of sexual acts, but mostly fluff and light flirting so have fun! part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

After another long shower, the third one that night, washing, rewashing, trying to scrub away any of shame that still coated the extent of his being. It had soaked far below his skin however, and had settled somewhere in his stomach, somewhere he couldn't run over with a loofa. But he would be damned if he didn't try. He stood in the kitchen, towel wrapped around his shoulders as he poked at some over cooked eggs on his plate, making every attempt to eat them as fast as possible after they had made a particularly squishy sound, and only further added to his shame. Oh that awful noise,

“Viktor, are you crying over your eggs?” Jayce asked, leaning on the counter edge, successfully getting Viktors attention as he had been hunched over, head in his hands for about five minutes at this point.

“What? No..just thinking” Viktor replied..in all fairness it was not a lie. He wished it was, because honestly not thinking right about now would probably save what was left of his sanity. He glanced at Jayce, taking what he realized was a coffee being offered to him, an offering he eagerly consumed, hoping it would jolt his brain into working order.

“Are you getting excited?” “For what?” “The Sun Chaser..” Jayce spoke the words like it was a legend, and in a way, it was.

The Sun Chaser, an annual tradition in The Hextech Lab. It was one, twenty-four hour work day, no sleep, non-stop make-up day, to push themselves ahead just a little bit and catch up on any work time lost over the last year. It was a night filled with workshopping, junk food, drinks..an ungodly and probably severely unhealthy amount of caffeine. But it was one of the pair's favorite nights of the year. The mixture of constant work, and sleep deprivation always made for a good time, lots of bonding, not to mention many many hours of laughing at jokes that probably aren't actually very funny.

“The Sun Chaser? Is that tonight?”

“Tomorrow, we have to prep Vik” Jayce chuckled, patting his shoulder and shaking Viktor a bit. “So you should get dressed, we need to go shopping. Here I made the list for this year,” Viktor glanced at Jayce, who held out a small folded paper, which he promptly plucked from his hand. He hummed to himself as he unfolded the paper, glancing over it for a little sneak peak into tomorrow's events. “Energy drinks, instant coffee, pastries, sweet milk,” he sighed constantly, already excited for that last item. “Booze, lemon juice..salt..what is all this extra stuff Jayce? Why would we need booze, a-and lemon juice?” “Oh,” Jayce blinked, uttering your name under his breath. “Yes..what abo-” Viktors sentence stopped in his throat..of course. You will be there tomorrow too. Of course you would, how on earth did he forget, “And..they asked for this? Why?” “Why said something about how booze would be fun as it got later, lemon for a chaser, and salt for before.” “They want to do shots?” “Sounds like it..oooo maybe they want to try body shots-” Viktor was quick to stop that idea, with a swift hard kick to Jayces leg. “OW!” Jayce howled out, quickly following it with a loud laugh as he saw that Viktor was now covering his head, shielding his entire upper body against the counter top.

“Oh this is going to be the best year yet!” Jayce cheered, shaking Viktor hard  by the shoulders with a loud huff of excitement.

The clock rang twelve o'clock, and with it Jayce banged an obnoxious fake gong with a loud howl into the empty lab, you followed suit with your own, egging Viktor join in as well before you all took one long sip from individual mugs of coffee. The usual starting ritual for this thing, with one extra person this time around. “Hell yeah! Let's do this!” You call, quickly rushing to your notes and starting immediately, Viktor laughed, watching as you scattered away and quickly began his own work. A very pleasant beginning to the Sun Chaser.

Five hours in,

“Viktor! Viktor, can you come help me with something?” You asked, holding together two wires, observing how they resulted in a small spark. You heard the familiar click of Viktors cane against the floor before you felt the warm sensation of his body leaned over your shoulder looking down at your work. “What is it?” He asked, glancing down at your current project. You turn to meet his gaze, finding him much closer than you already had expected. He met your gaze, about half an inch between yourselves. Your cheeks grow warm, your mind stalling a little in its tracks as you watch his face stare back, maybe a little more surprised than you. He cleared his throat, catching your attention away from where it had settled on his lips. You flicker your gaze back to the device you have noticed was now smoking just a little from the unstable wires touching. “Oh shit..” You mutter, ceasing the connection. From next to your ear you hear the familiar sound of Viktors chuckle, right before he reaches over into the device.

“I see..You need me to hold these while you weld them together?” He assumed, but you again were not paying any attention, your mind a bit foggy from the smell of Viktors collogne wafting off of him. “Yes..” You whisper, finding yourself out of breath. You try again, inhaling and rephrasing the reply “Yes, you need to hold them for me okay? D-don't get burnt alright?” You remind him. And again you fight away a shiver when you can feel his chest rumble with laughter behind you.

Needless to say it took about ten minutes to finish the melding of the wire, all the while Jayce sat back in his chair, watching you with a familiar smirk. “Cute..” He muttered to himself, writing down a note in a little black notebook.

Nine hours in

You were eating your dinner quietly, a moment of shared silence while you took a much needed break. Viktor had taken liberties with the word “break”, hence why he was currently jotting down a theory he had in an almost full book of notes. But then the slightest movement caught his eye. He turned his head to look toward you, catching the tail end of your shiver.

He watched as you brought your hands up to your bare arms, rubbing them for some needed friction, the slightest bit of warmth. And before he could think too much about it he walks over, coat in hand before tapping your shoulder,

“Are you cold, děcko?” he asked, putting a hand on the back of your chair. You barely lift your head from your food to give him a little groan, rubbing your arms a little more furiously. “It's cold..” You reply quietly, resulting in a soft smile from  Viktor. He nudged you with his coat, offering it to you,

“Here, until the heat comes on '' he said quietly, handing you the coat which to your credit, you stole away faster than he expected. In nearly half a minute you stood in front of him, hugging the coat around your form. It fit around you rather well in all honesty..but god this was a mistake.

Your body was perfectly tucked within something of his..he could feel his stomach tightening. And with the length of the fabric, it almost looked like you were not wearing anything under it- he needed to walk away. And so without a word, he walked away, very fast, to the bathroom, leaving you to settle back into your chair with a new found sense of warmth. Meanwhile, Viktor took the next fifteen minutes to try and cool down in the locked bathroom. Fifteen hours in

“Okay, okay, best shitty pick up line go!” You were all sitting around, about two shots in each. Jayce pointed to you first, “Go go go!” he chanted, watching as you chased your shot with an energy drink.You coughed a bit, tapping your chin as you tried to pick one, “OOOh I have it ok..” You turn to face Viktor, giving him a lightly goofy smirk, one you couldn't hold without giggling, “hey Vik..are you a triangle? Because, you would be acute one,”“What?” Viktor chuckled, watching as you nearly lost your mind giggling, leaning back against the floor as he began to mirror your giggles, “That..truly was terrible.” He sighed, sipping his drink and leaning back against his hands and watching as you began to wildly gesture to Jayce,“Ok now you! You go!” Jayce jumped at the idea, and quickly grabbed Viktor by the shoulder to get his attention, “Viktoooor..” Vik lazily turned his face toward his lab partner, raising an eyebrow inquisitively. “Do you have a bandage?” “No..why Jayce?” “Because I scraped my knee..falling for you~” Jayce cooed, leaning closer and swiftly giving Vik a kiss on the forehead before he pulled away, the three of you all bursting into tired laughter. Viktor took a brief moment, watching as you held your aching stomach, your hair splayed out on the ground around you like a halo..he couldn't begin to think about how pretty you were before Jayce caught his attention again. “Ok, Viktor..your turn. Best, shitty pick up line..go”  Viktor blinked, trying to filter through any he had heard, at this point his memory was a little foggy, and now with booze in his body, he was having a harder time thinking of any he would consider particularly"shitty ".He grabbed hold of your forearm, with a little effort, hoisting you back up into a sitting position. You snickered lightly, leaning closer as he kept a firm hold on your arm, gazing into your eyes with a passion that had your belly fluttering. “You look familiar..did we have class together?” He asked, his accent thick and breath smelling of the rum you had been sharing. You give one soft chuckle, tilting your head in prep for the rest of this surely crappy punny joke, “Because I swear..” He leaned a little closer, your nose scrunched..but you didn't pull away, “we had chemistry.” He hummed, drawing out the end of the word a little and leaning close enough that your noses brushed briefly, right before he pulled back. You felt your cheeks burn, and you stared forward at him as he took a leisure sip of his mostly empty drink. His gaze flickered off you, toward Jayce who groaned loudly, “BOOOOOOOO!” “What?” “BOO that was gold, I said shitty!” Jayce protested, sending you to his side of the argument, “Yeah that was so good! BOO!” Viktor laughed, putting his hands up to defend when you tossed an empty can toward him, weak enough that it just bounced off him. Jayce watched as you both continued your little scuffle, a few kitten bats here and there as you debated what exactly made a pick up line, a good one. He quietly jotted down another little note, smiling softly to himself when he caught You and Viktor leaned over, laughing toward each other, your hand using his shoulder to support yourself.

Twenty hours in

Viktor was so exhausted at this point. His mind was barely functioning at this point, so he was working on auto-pilot, which meant only his hands and eyes worked in full. That's probably why when you asked him if he had an extra screw, he didn't respond in english..not fully. It was a mix of his mother tongue and a few english words half slurred in there. “What?” you giggle, leaning closer. He lazily leaned sideways to hear you better, “Hm? jenom chvilku..I will..” He sputtered off after that. You chuckle slightly, stealing some of his empty cans of soda away so you could sit closer on the desk. “Jenom..” You try to repeat. Viktors brain gets the little spark it needs, one that brings a little more consciousness to him and he turns to look at you, still tucked in his sweater and leaning a few inches away from touching him. “What was that?” He asked, putting a hand on your head to keep it from laying on his shoulder..at this rate he knew it would completely turn his brain off if he could smell your hair. “I'm trying to speak your language. You sometimes mutter under your breath while you're working, and it always sounds really pretty.” “Well, your accent is atrocious..” He chuckles, resting his cheek against his hand as he watches you mirror his posture again..it was becoming one of his favorite of your habits. “You need to stop enunciating so harshly..Jenom. Chvilku” He purred, saying the words slowly for you to repeat. “Jenom chvilku,” you chuckle, trying to mimic his accent. “What does that mean? Does it mean something pretty?” Viktor shakes his head slowly, his smile plastered on his face as he watches you exhausted form slump over the desk, “It means ‘just a moment’,” he replied, “something pretty would be ‘něco hezkého’, if you meant that literally” “I didn’t, but that still sounded nice” you mutter, smiling toward him. At this point the sun had risen again, but Viktor in his ever nocturnal nature had drawn the curtains, allowing for the softest golden glow to invade the lab. The gold color played well of Viktors features, his chiseled cheekbones glowing lighty, and his eyes almost the color of the lighting..it was warm and soft, sending a buzzing feeling into your chest. One you were only partly aware of how mutual the feeling was. “Do you want me to keep talking?” He asked, bringing his hands back to his work. His gaze flicked between yours and and his project,“Yes please,,” You mutter, resting your head on your folded arms, watching as he fiddles with the machine, letting his voice filter through your brain and numbing it beautifully.

Twenty-four hours in

You were out. Your head was heavy against the desk, your chest rising and falling in a calming rhythm, one that Viktor had been observing for the past hour. A full day of working had passed, just about, and he had finished all he needed too, even fixing one or two of your projects up for you after you had fallen asleep. Jayce was sprawled out on the couch, watching the clock and trying to finish his calculations. Though he had made sure to keep check on you and vik as he worked. Viktor was slumped over the desk, watching you sleep lazily, a dumb smile on his face as he fiddled quietly with your relaxed hand still laid out on the desk. He was gentle..simply fluttering your fingertips under his, experimentally brushing them against your palm from time to time. Your skin was soft, and while your cheek was flushed with exhaustion, all he could do was focus on how lovely you looked. The sun had snuck its way into the lab, and dotted along the desk, warming your skin and highlighting the shine in your hair. It was bliss, the kind that had him humming a little song from his home, imagining that he was singing to keep you asleep. It was a brief moment, a perfect ending to the long day in his humble, love sick, opinion.“Watches her sleep..” Jayce muttered, scratching down the note in his book. Viktor raised his head, swiveling it toward his lab partner to see him jotting down something again.“What? What are you doing?” “Adding to my list,” Jayce replied simply, giving Viktor an innocent look..one Vik was able to see past instantly. “What list..” He muttered, standing and taking a firm hold on his cane as he limped closer. Jayce chuckled, hiding away the contents of the notebook like a teen girl hid her diary, “It's private! Kinda, if you still wanna play the clueless act” He laughed, leaning away as Viktor went in to snatch it from him eagerly. The boys played this game for a few minutes, one minute Jayce offering the book, before pulling it away again and adding to an ever more impatient Viktor, who was now too curious to let something like this go. “You have been writing in this thing for the whole day-” “I've been writing in it way longer than that,” “How long?” “I don't know, a few months?” Jayce shrugged, trying to do the math with what little was left in his tired brain, that is when Viktor was able to steal away the notes, snatching them and leaning away from a weak attempt to get them back. He flicked open the small book, reading the first few lines, “What could you possibly be taking note of? ‘Pointed out a bruise on their thigh’, ‘fixed his hair’, Jayce what is thi-” Viktor lost his words half way through, his tongue feeling heavy as his overworked head began to place memories together..notes..he was nothing interacts between you two? Why? How many things have been written down? His eyes widened, ‘spent the entire party staring at them, and then stole a champagne glass they used’. His cheeks flushed, a mix of rage and embarrassment filling his exhausted body almost enough to spill over and lash out if his weak body would allow it. “Y..you have been taking notes? Why?”

“Research..thought you would wanna keep track of each little detail for later” “Jayce this is improper! Taking notes on my interactions?” “Theirs too,” Jayce corrected, watching as Viktor gave him a confused look, he pointed to the index on the first page, “Red is interactions you initiated, blue is when they initiated”

Vik looked  at the pages, flicking through them quickly and indeed..seeing a mix of red and blue scrawled across the pages expances.He took a brief moment to read over some, ‘Stared at Viktor while he tested the Hexclaw’, ‘Asked if Viktor liked milk in his tea’ His cheeks flushed lightly, flicking through a few more pages before the pair heard you stirring at the desk.

Your head felt heavy, like it was full of rocks. Not only that, but your ears rung, as your eyes watered in protest of your current consciousness. It was not a good idea to be awake right now, however you had found that a desk was not a comfortable place to rest, despite how cozy Viktor seemed to make it look.

“Guys..? Is it over? Did we do it?” you ask, turning your head to look at your lab partners. You for a brief moment can't make out what is happening, seeing only a blur as Jayce struggles to his feet, and Viktor hurries to put his hand in his pocket. When your vision clears, you see them looking at you, a little too surprised for your liking. “What..?”

“Uh..nothing! Nothing! Just..packing up” Viktor barks out, rushing to grab the things still left on his desk. Jayce follows suit, packing his bag at a speed that leaves you trying to catch up,

“OH!” Jayce suddenly pipes up, interrupting as you try to wrestle your notebook into your bag, “You're still sleeping over at our place today right?” He asked. Viktor froze..his hands stalling over the zipper on his satchel as his mind tried to double check what he was hearing. ‘Sleeping over…at our place’..

Fuck. 

You were. 

Two days ago, while planning for The Sun Chaser with you, Jayce had offered for you to crash at their shared apartment the day after, seeing that your apartment was much further from the lab, it would be best to sleep in their apartment and not risk passing out on the way home.

“Yeah! I got my pajamas packed and ready in my bag!” You reply, smiling as you start to make your way to the door, following close behind an exhausted Jayce, and behind you..a much more awake Viktor.

A very awake, and very screwed Viktor.

TEEHEE HEE thank you for reading part 5 HEHEHEHEHEHEHHE, oooo shits going down next time gang, bro cant find his shit anymore @zaunitearchives @astralkiss @mackbethart @theseuscloud @g4l4xy-qu33n @ears-queers-gears-n-fears @thymesoup @cheeriecherrymain​ @saumspam​

[a-libra-writes]

⚖️🌟Libra’s Lackadaisy Masterlist🌟⚖️

Please check here if requests are open and what the rules are.

Under the Devil's Moon - Interactive Fanfiction, customizable MC, 25k+ words. On Chapter 1. Rocky, Mordecai, Zib and 4 OCs as Love Interests, more to come. WIP.

♣️Multiple Characters♣️

Getting a Laugh Out of You (M)

Lanky Tall Scrungly Boy (M)

Taking a Bullet For Them

Jealousy

Poly HCs - Zib & Mitzi

♣️Character-Specific♣️

Rocky Rickaby: Romantic HCs (Part 2, Part 3), Dating a Widow (F), Dating Asa's Daughter

Mordecai Heller: Romantic HCs (Part 2, Part 3), Male Partner HCs, Sharing a Bed, Widow HCs, Working w/ Marigold

Viktor Vasko: Married Life HCs (F), Romantic HCs (F)

Nicodeme Savoy: Dating a Widow (F), Romantic HCs

Serafine Savoy: Dating HCs

Sedgewick Sable: Crushing on His Assistant

Wes Clyde: Romantic HCs, Dating a Mob Boss' Daughter

Dominic Drago: Romantic HCs

Atlas May: Romantic HCs (F)

Zib Zibowski: Affectionate Partner

Asa Sweet: Dating an Older Savoy Sister

[ijwrsmff]

OMG YES!!!

I don’t know if your requests for yandere arcane is still open so disregard this if it isn’t.

Yandere Silco/Viktor x GN!reader (romantic, feel free to pick between the two men, I love both of them)

I wanna see them react to insecure reader being harassed for their insecurity in person and how they deal with the situation + manipulate it to their advantage in a way to get the reader closer to them.

Thank you so much and I hope you have an amazing day!!!

LOVE THIS IDEA!

I'm not the biggest Viktor person, but a yandere version of him? Now that I can get behind. Can you tell Silco is my #1?

I did this as headcanons, in the form of bullet points, I hope that's okay! Thank you for requesting!

(Traces of Jinx in Silco's section)

Silco:

When one of Silco’s men made an odd comment about you while you were in Silco’s office…he genuinely had no idea how to respond for several moments

Was this man really so stupid…so ignorant as to say something like that not only in front of you, but in front of him?

“Come here.” He said, in a cold and unwavering voice to the man

He was confused but got closer anyways

Silco moved quicker than any of you knew he could, and grabbed the man by the front of his shirt

“Tsk tsk tsk. And here I thought you showed promise.” He let go, shoving the man into the chair across from his desk

You could hear Jinx giggling above you, as she watched with anticipation

You were just…hurt

How come he picked at the one thing you were most sensitive about?

You looked at the scene in front of you, confused and anxious to see what was about to happen

It was no secret to you that Silco ran a…minorly illegal business

To say the least

But he rarely showed you just how bad it could get, so for the most part you had no idea

You were about to find out though

Silco gestured for Sevika to block the door, and it made the man antsy in his chair

He then looked up to Jinx, and nodded

She knew what to do

Silco then grabbed you as Jinx hopped down, and pressed himself against you

Your back was to his chest, and you were now sitting in his lap observing what was about to happen

The man screamed as Jinx kicked his shin hard enough to break it

She pulled out one of her guns, and started shooting across his arms and legs

The most twisted part of it all was that…he was alive. He could feel every shot into his body

Jinx giggled and put pressure on some of the wounds, as the man screamed…and screamed…and screamed

“See darling? This is what happens when someone crosses me.” He whispered into your ear

You were terrified, the display being so cruel and brutal that you were left in shock

He spoke once more, but this time to the man crying and screaming across from you

“Apologize. To them, not to me.” He smiled coldly over your shoulder, wrapping both his arms around you, keeping you locked in place

“I’M SORRY! I’M SO SORRY IT WON’T HAPPEN AGAIN, PL-”

Jinx let off one more round, straight into his torso

She giggled again, and shrugged, saying “Oops! Not good enough!” 

As the man fell to the ground, you nearly started sobbing

Silco felt this, and put a hand over your eyes, which only made you more terrified

“It’s okay…as long as you’re with me, not a single soul can bring you harm. I will punish anyone without any remorse for hurting you.” 

His breath was hot on your ear, and he chuckled. 

“You’re mine, and I’ll protect you. No matter the consequence.” 

Viktor:

You had been with Viktor a few months, and he was just…so sweet

Something in you had those alarm bells going off, but you brushed it aside as anxiety

He was always pretty protective of you, but generally much more laid back about it than some

You didn’t realize just the severity of it until today

You and him were walking, as he liked to do

Sure, his leg was real bad but he always said exercise would help eventually

He had his cane as usual, and you were both chatting away

It was peaceful…for now

A man you’d never seen before came up to you, and said something cruel about an insecurity you tried to hide all your life

The tears fell, and Viktor froze on the spot

Within seconds, Viktor went from looking at you, to the man

“That wasn’t nice…I’m going to request you apologize.” He smiled at you, and held your hand, barely paying attention to the man

“Why would I? Piss off.” The man said, and he went to walk away but Viktor spun around and slammed the cane into the back of the man’s knee

“What the-THIS ISN’T WHAT-” He was cut off when the cane struck his stomach

Viktor hit him, a good few more times before he stopped, leaving the man with at least a couple broken bones

He winced, knowing he overworked himself again

You just stared, how could he hurt someone like that?

“Ah…” He mumbled, leading you away from the scene

“I’m sorry love…When I saw you cry I just snapped.” He looked sheepish, but something in your mind screamed “RUN!” 

You ignored that feeling again

“You…care about me that much?” You wiped the tears from your eyes, and held Viktor’s free hand

“Of course I do. I would do anything for you.” And he gave you a big smile

Something about his words felt off…

You clung to his side, and he simply thought…”That was easier than I thought.” 

He had paid that man, telling him exactly what to say

Viktor knew of your deepest insecurity, and fully intended on exploiting that to get closer to you

The man he beat up wasn’t informed on the fact Viktor would beat him nearly half to death

But as soon as he left the scene, he signaled to his…”friends” to dispose of the man

Had he been more sane, he would have never used your insecurity against you

He was not, however

When he said he’d do anything for you…he may he lied a bit

There was one thing he could never do even if you wanted to

And that was leave your side

He would never, in a million years, accept a break up

Now…you wouldn’t want to know what would happen if you tried…

Would you?

[pathetic-sapphic]

viktor with a naturally strong s/o 👀

Viktor with a naturally strong S/O

Oh boy, if he wasn't completely and utterly in love with you before then he is definitely head over heels in love with you now!

The first time you show off your inhumane strength, Viktor is so flustered that he has to go out and have some fresh air.

Very impressed and proud to have such an incredible and amazing partner.

If you have a muscular physique, he loves admiring (read: ogling) them when he thinks you aren't paying attention.

Has literal heart eyes every single time you display your strength.

Will intentionally ask for your help with moving stuff around the lab just so he can admire your brawn and the light sheen of sweat coating your body.

You both like to play little games with each other, him by secretly looking at you thinking that you don't notice his longing gaze, and you by not giving him an inkling that you're aware of them and purposely showing off your strength in hopes of making him even more flustered.

He is fascinated by the contrast between your physical strength and the gentleness you treat him with. He loves knowing that he has a special place in your heart and melts whenever you give him a tight-but-not-too-tight hug or a pat on the back where it's obvious that you were holding back so as not to hurt him. You don't treat him like glass but hold back enough so that he isn't uncomfortable.

Gets as red as a tomato if you ever lift him up or carry him but savors the moment as much as he can despite his overall embarrassment.

Commits the feeling of your strong arms around him to memory each and every time he feels your touch.

Overall, he considers himself extremely lucky to have someone who is able to support him both mentally and physically and finds himself amazed by you every time he gets to witness your greatness.

[satan-plundered-our-oceans]

˗ˏˋ ꒰ arcane masterlist ꒱ ˎˊ˗

~ a masterlist for my arcane fanfics ~

vi

bark like you want it (vi x f!reader, sevika x f!reader)

jinx

get jinxed (jinx x f!reader)

sevika

bark like you want it (vi x f!reader, sevika x f!reader)

mel

n/a

jayce

n/a

viktor

n/a

silco

n/a

vander

n/a

caitlyn

n/a

ekko

n/a

[thehistoriangirl]

A Well-Deserved Celebration

First and foremost, I want to thank @therealtendercrisps for creating such sweet event! This fic is the Secret Santa gift for the amazing @zaunitearchives  ❤ ❤ merry belated Christmas, and happy Viktor’s birthday and early New Year!  🎊 I hope you like it kfhjsjdhjf <3 I’m sorry cuz I went overboard and it endep up being very long

Viktor x AFAB!Reader-------8.9K (oopsie)-------NSFW/+18 only/MDNI

“Summary” (very much plotless fluff/smut): You and Viktor going on vacation to celebrate Christmas and his birthday :3

Tags: Established Relationship| Fluff| Domestic Fluff| Christmas-y ambiance| Cuddling| Oral Sex (both receiving)| Vaginal Fingering| Vaginal Sex| Unprotected Sex| Brief Praise kink and Breeding kink because why not| Brief Aftercare| No use of pronouns but Reader is AFAB| Porn with Feelings basically| This goes from fluff to smut to fluff again so you’d been warned| In case somebody wants to read fluff without the smut part, you can read until the second *~*~*~*|

His fingers were massaging your scalp while brushing your hair, a custom he copied from you. The curtains drawn allowed the moonlight to filtrate through the windows and ripple against the wrinkly, white bed sheets you sat over, between Viktor's legs. The wind was howling outside, the edges of the glass tinted with mist from the warm ambiance inside.

You snuggled closer to his chest, pulling the covers higher until his shoulders were covered. "Are you sure you want to go on vacation?" You'd never imagined Viktor would be the one to propose taking a couple of weeks off during the winter holidays.

He stopped, putting the brush on the nightstand. "Well, now I have an important person I want to spend time with," Viktor commented nonchalantly as if his words wouldn't make your stomach flutter and cheeks hotter.

"Oh, you mean Jayce?" Viktor scrunched his nose, feigning an offended pout.

You wanted to laugh, but before you could react, you felt his fingers eagerly climbing up the hem of your shirt, hugging you with one simple push to get you closer, practically on top of his lap. Gasping, you turned your head to see him, to prove if he would dare to go further with you observing him. Viktor was grinning proudly, breath caressing your neck, and you could sense his pointy teeth getting closer.

His fingers dug at the skin of your hips, making you bite the inside of your cheek as you tilt your neck to the side, but he didn't approach it. Instead, he headed to nibble the edge of your jaw, teasing your neck with being too close and too far at the same time.

Your eyes became shut, sensing his soft lips brushing against your skin and his hands resting inside your pajamas, over your belly. Your hips squirmed at the sensation of his muttered voice sending cold air against your skin contrasted with the warm sensation of his tongue licking all those sensible spots.

“But first, I’ll have to stay a few extra hours to advance my workload before we go.” You blinked a couple of times, words still too unclear to be understood. Then you frowned, eyebrows knitted as you tried to push him away, though one of your hands was still clinging to his forearm.

“That’s not fair,” you said, feeling your lip quivering in a pout Viktor couldn’t see as he was making his way down your neck, toward your collarbone, keeping his lips light as his teeth were the ones making an impression, quite literally, of red blooms that in the morning would be shifting to pink and purple.

"Don't worry, love. I won't exhaust myself." He stopped when the fabric of your pajamas got in his way. Golden eyes searched for yours, as you nodded back. Your hips sensed the absence of one of his hands, rapidly finding it again once his fingers caressed the fabric to push it up and up again, cold air giving your skin goosebumps. "I have the impression I'm going to need all my energy for our travel."

*~*~*~*

Around a month later, you were watching snow painting the forest that extended like a white sea with uneven treetops that looked like icebergs up and down the hills. Viktor was half-lying between fluffy pillows, a mug of hot cocoa between his hands. The sky was metallic grey, no stars or moon could be seen between the storm clouds of the snowstorm sieging the little cabin.

It must be freezing outside, but not that you would know. The bed was a mess of wrinkly blankets, and Viktor’s sweater was cozy, brushing your skin with each movement while you rotate your body toward him, trying to lay your head over his chest.

The clock hung on the wall almost marked midnight. Almost Christmas.  The coffee table you dragged inside the room was filled with dishes; a little pesto star bread that was already missing a point, a steaming pot of spinach-mushroom cream, and a chicken noodle soup—because Viktor fancied soups and sauces instead of dry meat. You also baked cookies that he helped decorate with different icings, from stars to pines, and even some snow and gingerbread people.

All that afternoon you were roaming in the kitchen, checking the boiling food in the stove, and soaking in the dishes while Viktor was sitting on a stool, leaning against the kitchen counter, brows pinched in concentration as he held the icing over every single cookie as if he were a doctor making a surgery—or perhaps Viktor was just replicating the same dedication he had when looking at some blueprint or building a prototype.

He took around two hours to finish icing around fifteen cookies, but you thought that it was worth it when Viktor called you to see the finishing result. Viktor was smiling widely as he raised the platter to show you the cookies. The first ones got shaky lines, but Viktor learned fast, and soon each cookie was filled with little details, the tree trunks were decorated with brown and black to emulate the wood veins, the scarfs around the snowmen were stripped in red and green, and the gingerbread men were neatly dressed in black pants and sweaters. Though two cookies were missing already.

As you were checking one cookie now, a pine tree with a golden star at its peak. The mattress dipped when Viktor sat next to you, brushing his shoulder against your arm as he leaned toward the table, lazily taking one plate to serve some cream of spinach.

You took the cookie and broke the trunk that had chocolate icing. Though you would never put it in your mouth because long fingers snatched it away before you could blink.

“Hey, that’s mine!” He ate it quickly, and you couldn’t even request to take it back.

“You shouldn’t eat dessert first, love.”

“You just did!” Viktor had filled a bowl with soup, so he handed it to you, raising a spoon filled with the creamy liquid toward your lips. Your hair tickled your forehead when you shook your head. “I don’t want it.”

“The faster you eat, the sooner you’ll be able to eat the cookies.” He took the spoon, moving it up and down to cool it down. “Come on, it’s tasty.”

You pouted, but you couldn't be mad—it wasn't the first time he stole bits of your food when you were distracted anyway—, so you leaned toward him, taking the spoonful of soup. It was scoldingly hot, but he was right, overall was tasty, the right mix of sweetness from the cream and saltiness of the potatoes. When you gulped it down, Viktor kissed your cheek, giving you a piece of pesto bread dipped in cream.

“Thank you,” you said, eating from his hand while filling a bowl with spinach cream, moving it to cool it before telling him: “Open your mouth.”

"Oh, and may I ask why for?" He arched a brow, a half-smile sneaking through a serious face Viktor couldn't fake, not when his eyes shone with amusement.

“I’m feeding you, don't be too cocky.” Viktor chuckled, complying. The spoon slid inside his mouth as he closed his eyes to taste it, humming. You observed him, with the yellowish light of the two lamps at each side of the bed, dark eyelashes caressing his high cheekbones, lips pursed together.

He peeked at you through them after he finished the spoonful of cream, eyes made of melted gold in a gaze so sweet you felt your stomach fluttering. “What is it, love?”

You set your bowl over the table, feet dangling against the fluffy carpet below, turning to cradle his face with your palms. He stood there, frozen, with eyes slightly widened. “You’re so beautiful I can’t believe you’re real.”

His gaze softened, lips stretching in a sheepish smile while pink covered the tips of his ears down his cheeks and the tip of his nose, the one you leaned to kiss, careful not to disturb the bowl in his hands.

“I, too, can’t believe you’re real,” he muttered, his breath moving your hair while snuggling you closer with one steady hand pressed against your waist. “Let’s eat, shall we? I have something for you when we’re done.”

You two ate half the bread in a single dinner, three-quarters’ pot of chicken soup was gone, and each one of you ate at least one and a half bowls of creamy spinach, but somehow, you still reached for the cookies. Your fingers froze while seeing two in particular.

Frowning, you said: “Is it you?” You took the cookie in your palm, observing the careful icing decorating the gingerbread man with fluffy chestnut hair and a leg black brace over brown pants, a white shirt on top with a little red tie to finish.

"Yes. I… eh, I made one of you, too." He took the plate and searched for the cookie, putting the rest aside over a napkin, and piling them carefully. "Here it is. Do you like it?"

“Yeah, they’re adorable! You didn’t have to, now I won’t be able to eat them.”

"That's alright, if you can eat me, you can eat this cookie." You almost choked on your half-eaten cookie. "Oh, my bad. That wasn't very appropriate, was it?"

“You can’t even pretend to be ashamed.”

“I’m not. Besides,” he took your face with one hand, eyes gazing over your lips. “I truly enjoy it.”

You could feel your cheeks hot, your heart beating so loud you were sure he could hear it. "Vikt—," your voice disappeared when he dipped his head, lips brushing yours in a quick peck.

Too quick, sadly. You gasped and he was already gone. Your free hand was already grasping his clothes in a shameless need to pull him closer.

"What we have here, hmm? Do you want me to do this, love?" But he didn't lean closer, instead taking the cookie out of your hand, pressing it against the cookie in his hand in a cookie kiss. You looked at him, but you couldn't even frown at his tease.

“Yes.”

He smiled proudly, and for a moment you wanted to smack him with the pillow. “How can I say no to you?”

Turning, you took him by the collar of his pajamas seconds after he left the cookies on the platter. Viktor chuckled before your lips could absorb the sound. His hands rested on your hips as he dragged you closer, almost on top of his body as he rested his head over the piled pillows.

The cold air covered your skin with goosebumps as Viktor lifted your shirt. You pushed him with a giggle, lips brushing with his to say: “We should start the gift exchange before doing more important business, don’t you think, dear?”

His eyes twinkled as he lay on the mattress. Viktor only muttered: "Alright," appreciatively, slowly rolling over to stand up, looking over the floor to look for his suitcase.

You helped him drag the heavy object nearer the bed's foot, stepping away while he searched its contents. Your gifts were neatly tucked at the bottom of your valise, next to the ones you were supposed to give him on his birthday—the important ones.

For a couple of minutes, all that could be heard in the room was the crinkle of papers and the friction of clothes tossed away.

The blankets were soft against your skin as you sat over the bed, your gifts tucked over your thighs. Viktor sat at the edge of the bed, his fingers tapping on his own box, expectantly.

You felt your chest tighten, rapid heartbeats echoing in your ears as you slid the box toward him. He did the same, both looking as flustered as you felt. The lamp let you see a deep pink tint in Viktor's face, from the tip of his ears to his neck. You knew that some strokes of pink would be down his chest if you'd lifted the long-sleeved shirt he wore.

Your Christmas gift was easy to guess, because, well, you didn’t hide their shapes below the envelope. They were rectangular and narrow, and when Viktor tapped them, it reverberated in muffled sounds usually found in the library, those of hard cardboard book covers.

The books were about mechanics and physics. They had arrived at the Academy a couple of months ago. You knew the titles from all those times you saw the tomes laying around the living room in the apartment you moved in together. To consult the books, Viktor had to transcribe the pages and avoid at all costs scribbling over the pages' margins, which took him much more time than it would need if he'd owned them.

So, there they were.

His eyes darted between you and the books, a toothy smile starting to appear on his lips as he appreciated them, the blush getting a dark shade of red.

"Ah, thank you, my love." He looked like an excited child fast-turning the pages of the books and encyclopedias, fingers pressed over each segment of text, graphics, and equations. After some minutes, Viktor put the books apart to reach your lips with a soft peck, his thumb rubbing circles on one of your cheeks. "It's your turn to open your gift."

It was a heavy box sealed with tape and with a red ribbon on top. As you opened it, Viktor sat against the headboard of the bed, face still red and fingers tapping nervously over the books’ covers.

Your fingers met cold metal and fine-blown glass carefully wrapped in paper. When you lifted the figure out of the box and into the air, you saw a little cherry blossom tree, with pink flowers, dark brown branches, and a trunk curved in an S shape. Over the rounded base, it had a golden button Viktor encouraged you to press with a tilt of his head.

Inside each flower’s stem was a minuscule light bulb that illuminated the cherry tree with golden-pinkish hues that reflected on the wall with the silhouettes of little stars.

“Do you…, do you like it?”

"You made it, didn't you?" You laughed, leaving the delicate lamp in a space over the nightstand, to curl yourself against him. "It's really beautiful, thank you so much..." Unexpectedly, your voice started to waver, and tears blurred your vision. "You shouldn't have—"

“Oh, no, no. Love, please don’t cry.” A loud thump over the nightstand echoed, the mattress dipping as Viktor rolled to your side, arms enveloping you as your ear pressed against his heart.

“It-it’s the most beautiful thing someone m-made for me—” you hipped, hands furiously trying to dry the stream of tears away. Viktor took them, replacing your fingers with his, much gentler.

He directed your face toward him, his gaze warming you from the outside out. Despite feeling awkward about your emotional outburst, his soft smile and twinkling eyes created a pool of warmth inside your chest.

“Well, that’s because you only deserve the most beautiful things,” Viktor said, kissing your forehead as his free hand tugged the blankets over you two, long fingers tapping out the light in the lamps on the nightstand. He put his leg over yours, tangling your limbs as you used to snuggle before falling asleep. “Merry Christmas, my love.”

You made a fist of fabric with his shirt as you tugged him closer. “Merry Christmas,” you said, meeting his lips briefly. “I love you, Viktor.”

He only hummed, beaming; his eyes were already heavy with slumber. But still, Viktor put you closer, his hand on the small of your lower back while your arm hugged his torso.

You were smiling, too.

*~*~*~*

Five days passed much faster than you’d anticipated. Snow was falling on Viktor's birthday, the sun barely peeking from between the heavy grey clouds. Viktor thought it was still around 6 or 7 AM when he opened his eyes.

What he found strange wasn’t the clock marking almost 10 AM, but instead the empty spot next to him.

The bedroom door was open, and through the crack, a sweet smell infiltrated the room, like vanilla and orange juice. A soft sizzle made him realize someone was cooking, and waves of warmth pooled inside the room against the misty windows from the chimney in the living room.

But the bed was almost too hot as if you were still snuggled up against his body. His hands patted at the heat centers near to him, to discover you had put some heating filled with hot water below the wall of pillows you aligned next to him, some of them wrapped in your sweater so he could smell you closer.

He wanted to look for you, but the thought of cold outside the pile of blankets made him falter. Instead, he just wriggled to sit against the headboard, piling pillows for him to keep him steady. It took him just a moment but was enough for you to peek at the entrance.

“Good morning, sleepyhead.” You headed inside with a platter between your arms, balancing two bowls with neatly cut fruit and a little portion of boiled oatmeal still steaming, filling the air with its vanilla essence, and two glasses of orange juice.

Viktor frowned slightly when you left the trail over the coffee table to sit at the edge of the mattress, next to him, and then dipped back toward the kitchen. “I would’ve helped you with breakfast if you’d woken me up.”

You came back a couple of minutes later, and in your hands were two bowls of zelňačka soup leftovers Viktor taught you to cook yesterday.

He opened the covers for you to slide in. You stood there, taking your shoes off, and he quickly took one of your hands to push you toward him. When you leaned to give him a peck in exchange to let you go, he felt your cold nose against his and frowned. Though you were wearing one of his sweaters and some long, fluffy socks, your skin was chilly.

“Come here, or you’ll catch a cold.” Viktor wasn’t asking, so he tangled his hands around your waist to drag you down.

Finally, you slid inside the blankets, bumping your shoulders so he could slide enough to not have you dandling at the edge of the mattress.

He helped you carry the platter between his left leg and your lap. “And? Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“Because you don’t usually get too much sleep, and I wanted you to rest today. Besides—” The bowl of soup was warm against the cold tips of your fingers when you took it off the platter and gave it to him, moving the spoon in circles to cool it down. “You look so handsome when asleep, I couldn’t gather the courage to wake you up.”

"I see. I'm only attractive when I'm sleeping. And if I don't have much sleep, that means—" Your laugh cut his words, but he wasn't mad. His fingers brushed yours when he cupped the bowl in his hands, leaning to kiss you on the forehead. "It's certainly a witty strategy to lure me to sleep, isn't it?"

“Is it working?”

“Perhaps. I may want to take a nap after breakfast, but only if I have company. I can’t sleep when I’m alone.”

You turned to look at him, but Viktor pretended to have his sight rooted inside the bowl. "Oh, my, look at my poor love. I won't sneak out of bed again, alright?"

He nodded, looking very proud of his achievement.

After that, you both ate in silence, the only noises were the clanking of the spoons against the bowl while cutting the potatoes, sausages, and cabbages from the zelňačka. When the soup was finished, you gave him the oatmeal. It was still hot, with some cinnamon powder scattered at the top, slices of blueberries, strawberries, and some bananas serving as the topping.

Viktor thought breakfast was done, but then you snuck up a little pastry over the platter, a slice of mocha-pounded bread with a little unlit candle on top. He felt his cheeks hot, heart pounding fast.

“Love…"

“Happy birthday, Viktor,” you said, smiling widely though your voice was wavy. “I, uh, I forget the lighter in the kitchen, but I can go for it now—”

He hugged you next to him. “It’s alright, I’ll imagine it’s lit.” Viktor blew over the candle, chuckling. “See?”

“But your wish wouldn’t come true if the candle isn’t lit.” His hold of you tightened, and he tilted his head to snuggle his nose against your hair.

“I don’t need to wish for anything, you’re already here.”

You giggled, cheeks burning hot, and you considered if he would purposefully say things like that to make you flustered. For his intense gaze searching from your eyes to your lips, he did. You cupped his cheek with your free hand, and he leaned into it, and closed his eyes when you told him: "I love you, Viktor."

Viktor leaned, half-turning his body toward you. Heavy eyelids that caressed your cheeks with his dark lashes when you closed the distance to kiss him. Your hands were interlaced, keeping the warmth inside the grip still tucked under the blankets. Viktor’s thumb rubbed circles on the inverse of your palm, and you knew the goosebumps starting to appear in your arms weren’t because the room was cold.

It wasn't anymore, quite the contrary. And it was a mystery if the cause was the hearth burning fiercely in the living room or your bodies starting to defy the chill with candid touches and kindled gazes.

You pushed the platter away, back to its place on the coffee table, breathing heavily as Viktor snuck his way down your neck. Pointy, avid teeth nibbled the skin where his pasts attentions were disappearing, marking his favorite spots again.

“You’re too far away, my love. Please come closer.” He had his arms around your waist until you were almost toppling him over, legs straddled over his lap, your hands tangled between his hair as he clashed his lips against yours, drowning any moan forming in your mouth.

You loved his kisses. They were always hungry and desperate as if he'd been starving from your touch and love. As if he'd never had the chance to have you in his arms again. He could be gentle and slow with his hands, but his kisses always gave away his inner desires, just like now one of his hands pressed your lower back so you could sit firmly on his lap, with the other grasping your right hip to keep you in place.

As your body was already accustomed to his, your hips began to swiftly grind against him while feeling him growing inside his underwear. You wouldn’t have noticed if it weren’t for Viktor’s grunts and his hands that went adrift under your sweater—his sweater technically—, already pulling down your underwear.

You tugged his hair away to breathe, hugging his shoulders to keep your balance while raising one of your legs so your panties could slide off to one of your ankles. You felt his lips peppering your shoulders with kisses before you could straddle him again, this time adding the so-much-expected friction of his underwear against your bare pussy.

He could sense you quickly dampening the fabric of his cloth, fingers caressing the sensitive skin in your inner thighs. You reached for his cock, already hard, scratching its length with your nails. Viktor bit your bottom lip as you started to stroke him.

His tip was already wet with precum when you touched it, fabric put aside, your lips forming a smile while kissing the top of his head. You paced your hand in a slow, teasing rhythm, gently separating your body from his embrace.

Viktor looked at you with heavy lids. “Where are you going, hmm?”

You looked back at him, heart pounding madly in your chest. "You know where I'm going."

He blinked, letting his embrace grow loose as you got on your elbows. You kissed his tip, any sign of a response dying in his mouth when a grunt replaced it. His familiar taste overwhelmed your tongue, arousing you even more.

You felt your cunt dripping wet, Viktor pulling the covers away so you could move freely, laying on one side so his fingers could have extensive access to your folds while a complete view of you taking him in your mouth.

First, you licked the pinky-reddish head that twitched in response, his breathing becoming uneven while one of his hands gripped your hair.

“Oh, love. You’re very mischievous.” You played with your tongue, rolling it around his shaft and down his balls before steadying yourself. A look at Viktor’s intense gaze told you that he wanted to be deep inside your throat, just as how you much wanted him to be there. “You love to take me like this, don't you?”

From your side view, you observed his legs tensing with every inch of him that went inside your mouth. His other hand rested in the curve between your jaw and your neck, long fingers feeling the outline of his cock sliding inside your throat. The other hand quickly grabbed away any rebel locks that could block his keen gaze.

Even if he was still a little shy about asking you to please him with your mouth, you'd discovered that he enjoyed it. On days when he was too tired or his body hurt too much to even let you ride him, this was the most obvious form to please each other.

Today was his birthday, so you were going to do everything in your hands to please him.

Your mouth started with slow movements from your tongue, each time moving his shaft deeper into your throat. Tears blurred your vision, but you knew you were doing it just fine when you felt Viktor’s grasp tightened, his right hand directing the pace of your tilted head now that you were taking him all the way.

He growled, head resting back against the pillows. "You take me so well, I love you so much for that, my little slut." You hummed and gagged—because you couldn't enounce another sound.

One of his hands began to play with your clit, while the other brushed away your tears with a shaky laugh. “I promise I’ll make you up for this.”

He thrust harder, using his hand to guide your head into the required pace. Your hands were unsure where to go, changing between massaging his balls and traveling down his legs and stomach, sometimes leaving marks on your nails for when he was being especially rough.

Like now, with the tip of your nose brushing the hair in his navel, your tongue caressing the base of his balls. Your nails pierced his thighs, and you felt him tensing, his pace becoming uneven while his breath got out in shallow pants. His fingers dug in and out of your stopped hand surrounding your throat.

“I’m—I’m going to—” You could barely understand what he was saying with gritted teeth, accent thick between grunts.

You felt your face vibrating in a happy hum feeling him all hard and ready, his cock getting out your mouth until only the tip was inside, lips around it. The vibration started his undoing, fingers grabbing your hair almost violently to put himself deeper as he jerked erratically inside your mouth, some hairs down his navel’s trail brushing your nose with the movement.

The taste of his seed enveloped your tongue, as it did the coughing sensation of the liquid striking your throat, some of it escaping your lips. Viktor collected it with his thumb, shoving them inside your mouth when he slid off it. You bit his thumb playfully.

Viktor retrieved his discarded shirt to clean off your mouth and chin filled with saliva.

"Now's your turn, love." You were starting to see again, delighting over the sultry view of his face, neck, and chest completely blushed in deep red; beads of sweat sticking locks of hair over his forehead, eyes still burning with lust.

You sat between his legs, the soft covers getting sticky with your arousal, your entrance some inches away from him. For his frown, you were too far.

“I think,” you said, mind foggy. “I think—I would like to wait until the night.” Even if your core was pulsing with the thought of having him deep inside. “I want to prepare something special for you, and—and I don’t think I’ll have enough time if we continue.”

Viktor cupped your right cheek, brushing your lips open with his thumb. His finger still had some faded taste of him when you licked it. “If you let me, I’ll help you prepare what you have in mind.”

“But it’s your birthday—” you started, and he shushed you with a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“I know, and I appreciate you wanting me to enjoy it. But it doesn’t sit right with me for you to do everything. Alright?”

You nodded, a slight pout popping your bottom lip. Viktor leaned against you, enveloping one hand in your back to drag you closer as he kissed you, teeth biting your pout away. “I’m sorry, that adorable face isn’t not going to convince me.”

You giggled, the sounds muffled by his eager mouth.

“That’s not fair. Why can you trick me, but I can’t?”

He brushed your noses together. “You can trick me; I just hide the fact better.” Viktor then advanced and gave you another kiss on the forehead. “Let’s draw a bath, yes?”

“Together? Sounds like a trap.”

Viktor smiled in a smug gesture, thumb lazily circling your clit. “It is if you want it to be.”

*~*~*~*

Lunch and dinner got delayed for a couple of hours, which resulted in having lunch until 6 PM. The sun was already hiding down the hills on the horizon, freezing air moving the tree branches outside. Viktor concealed as much as he could the numb pain installed in his joints because of the cold, but you could guess it well enough.

“Why did you want to come here for vacation? The cold doesn’t bother you?” you said, putting some hot compensators wrapped in some towels under his legs and one on his back.

He was sitting on the couch next to you, a sea of covers got you two bundled up. The cabin was filled with misty windows from the stove boiling food and the roaring hearth you were sitting across from.

“Because you told me when we started dating, that you’d never seen snow before.” His growing blush wasn’t linked with the flames of the hearth. “I, eh, I wanted to be the one to show it to you.”

Your fingers were cold when you interlaced them with his, but he didn’t mind. Instead, Viktor carried them to his mouth, where he kissed the knuckles with reverence, eyes closed.

You’d just finished another round of some board games you found in one of the cabinets next to the chimney, discovering that Viktor was better at Scrabble; though it could also be because he used to peek at your chips when you were distracted when a hand skidded from your hips to your inner thighs. But you were better in domino, despite the distractions.

Viktor was explaining how to play chess when you checked the clock and discovered that the new mocha bread you were baking was supposed to be out of the oven around fifteen minutes ago.

You jumped barefoot toward the kitchen. Smoke was starting to form inside the oven, so you put on your gloves and get the bread out. It was a little burned in the outer crust and down the base, but it was salvageable.

You were trying to get the bread out of the mold when you heard Viktor’s thumbs of his cane arrive at the kitchen, your shoes in one of his hands.

“Thank you,” you said, leaning against the counter to put them on.

He went to the cupboards to get a pair of bowls for another classic chicken noodle soup that awaited on the stove. A very basic pizza casserole next to it, with the remnants of the food you purchased a week before making Christmas dinner.

Viktor served the food as you prepared the breakfast bar with silverware, and steaming cups of hot cocoa alongside next an amorph mocha bread with an unlit candle at the center.

Dinner went smoothly, the clock ticking away midnight as you finished your soup. But none of you were tired. Nervousness and expectation ran through your veins like ecstasy, and it got every fiber in your body not side-look toward the Christmas tree where Viktor’s gifts were half-hidden between the rug and its decorated base.

You put the bread in front of him when he was done with the main courses, lighting the candle. Your voice was wavy and out-of-tune when you sang him the happy birthday song, but for the way Viktor was looking at you, you’d thought you were singing an overcomplicated opera.

The flames of the candle danced in his elegant features, focusing on his teary eyes before he blew it softly.

“Happy birthday, my love,” you sang at the end, your throat getting sore from an unexpected knot. “Please don’t cry. I love you.”

You stood up to sit on his lap, hugging him to hide the little stream of tears that were sneaking down your cheeks. His hands were grasping fists in your clothes, his nose buried in your hair.

“I truly don’t deserve you.”

You were playing with his hair when one of your hands hit him lightly over his heart. "That's not true! If you say that again, I'll get mad." You kissed his jaw, hearing him sigh. "I think the same about you all the time."

“But that’s not true, you deserve the best.”

“Exactly. I deserve you. And you deserve me. You’re the best for me. Do you believe me?”

Your cheek was against his heart, and you heard it beating faster, but steadily.

"I do." You tilted your head backward to kiss him, just a peck.

Your legs were starting to cramp when you got up, extending your hand to him. “Come with me, I have something for you.”

You guide him toward the Christmas tree, where you started to lay the blankets and pillows on the couch to create a nest over the rug, next to the hearth. You knelt and helped him to sit on the floor, shoulders bumping together. Viktor put his cane aside, resting against the couch. Your hands found the two enveloped gifts hidden in the changing shadows of the fire, paper cracking when you got them on his lap.

He looked at you, with wide eyes, and blushing cheeks. "Are they… for me?"

“Yeah! You can open them if you want.”

Viktor was careful not to tear the wrapping paper, slowly peeling off the adhesive tape until one of the sides of the wrapping was open so he could slide its content out.

The first one was a framed drawing of him. He was leaning over his desk, working with a new blueprint. It could have been done from the multiple times you visited the lab to make him company before going home together. It wasn’t colored, but the traces were impeccable and delicate, and he felt tears prickling because he could see the love in the forms. Your love for him.

“Love, this is… this is marvelous. No, wait, I—I don’t even think there’s a word—” You giggled, nervous.

"More often than not, you're unsure about how other people look at you, but I wanted to try and put on paper how I look at you.” Your fingers were fidgeting with your sweater. “I’m happy you liked it. But that’s not all! Look, open the other one.”

“You shouldn’t have, with this one is more than enough—” But while he was touching the paper, he felt something soft inside, like clothes. “What is it?” Viktor muttered, opening the gift.

It was little, pink, and oddly familiar. You were removed from your seat. "I… I saw it in a market, and I thought you'd like it…"

A waverider plushie lay in his lap, light and dark pink, just like his childhood friend, Rio. "Oh, love…" he sighed shakily.

“You don’t like it? I’m sorry—” Your apology died, absorbed by his sweater when he hugged you, the plushie still in his lap. You rested your chin over one of his shoulders, feeling your face tickled by his hair when he moved to snuggle closer.

"You remember it," he muttered next to your ear, and you couldn't smile.

“Of course I do. I remember everything you tell me.”

He took a distance to examine the plushie as if it were a mysterious gear of a machine he didn’t quite have in mind to create. Its eyes were brown buttons, tail deep pink just as its appendix near the head and over its spine.

Viktor moved his gaze from the plushie to you, comfortably sitting next to him, taking the wrapping paper to fold it carefully. It was an intrusive, inconsequential thought, but he liked it.

He liked to imagine a little baby tucked in a crib, with this very same plushie next to them.

Your chuckle returned to reality. You were leaning into him, putting aside locks of his hair that were covering his eyes. “What have you thought so deeply about?”

“I think I know what I want for my birthday next year,” he commented, shifting his position so he could be in front of you, putting one pillow behind you.

You blinked for a moment, confused, with a quick beam following. “Oh yeah? What is it?”

Viktor pushed you gently against the pillows and blankets, and you tangled your arms around his shoulders to stop the fall, laughing. His face was inches away from yours, breath fanning over the rebel hairs around your brow.

“A baby of my own, if you’ll be so kind as to give it to me.” He peppered your face and neck with kisses as he slowly settled you against the little nest of blankets and pillows.

You let him go when your head hit the pillow. Feeling your cheeks growing hotter, you raised your hips to help him take off your underwear, keeping your legs open and hovering in the air. “Oh. In that case, you’ll have to earn the right.”

Your hands were trying to roll off his sweater, when Viktor took a distance, sitting over a cushion, the couch used as a backrest.

“Fair enough.” He began to pile up some pillows in front of him, in the middle of his open legs.

“If it hurts, then I can be on top, or you can take me from behind." You were about to propel yourself up with your elbows,  but Viktor pushed you down once again. Still sitting, Viktor took one of your legs, hand wrapped around your ankle as he dragged your body to turn it so he could have a broad, complete view of your little, naked cunt.

“That won’t do, I want to see you.”

You were already sticky and wet when your back rested over the piled pillows, hips higher as your back arched down. Viktor took one of your legs, heel resting over the couch’s seat. He blew cold air over your molten, boiling core and chuckled when you moaned back. Your skin started to be covered with goosebumps, his name enounced in half a plea and half a demand.

You'd repeated his name if it weren't for the gaze he dedicated to your body, belly bare as the oversized sweater ran down to let him peek at your breasts. His eyes seemed to synchronize with the flames of the hearth as the amber in them crackled and burned, darker. After what felt like a frozen eternity, his gaze lazily climbed to your face, where he smiled almost unnoticeable, a slight curve toward the right.

You bit your lip, and his gaze settled down, finally carrying your other leg lower, your heel resting in the curve of his left shoulder, where you could sense the soft leather of his back brace.

He passed a finger through your folds, humming happily when you squirmed, back arching even more.

“My love, you’re always so eager.” His fingers easily came in and out of you, and quickly, he found a rhythm that enveloped the room between the frizzling sounds of the burning logs against the hearth, and the lewd, wet sounds of his fingers pleasing you.

Viktor adored watching you wriggling, hips buckling against his fingers with such necessity. Lust knotted, tugged heavy at his stomach, and down further. He’d never thought something so simple could make you enjoy it so much.

You clenched around his fingers, but you were so wet you didn't notice at first. Your whimpers grew in between your pants. He re-accommodated, so his hand wouldn't get cramped, and resumed the pace, this time much quicker, his other hand hovering near your swollen clit in light circles.

Your throat would be sore tomorrow, with all the squeals getting out of it now that nobody could hear you, half of them being his name and the other bunch divided into praises and commands to do it faster, deeper. He felt both aroused and proud, a smile expanding on his lips as you locked your hips, thighs tense as you screamed, your walls collapsing and expanding between his fingers in rapid pulses, your arousal covering his hand and pooling down toward your ass.

His cock twitched inside his pants, wanting to be buried deep inside you. You were trying to roll out your position, but Viktor stopped you, fingers grabbing your ankles to open you even more as his head dipped between your legs.

The last waves of your orgasm were still running through your pussy, shiny arousal escaping your folds. He took all of what he could with his mouth, tongue licking carefully as you jumped with the unexpected kiss.

His tongue became cheeky, cleaning your arousal from between your folds, hands cupping your butt to keep you open up. But you kept getting wet, and he continued licking, moaning, and grunting against your pussy.

“Vik—ktor—wai—" your words got interrupted when a scream formed deep within your chest. Viktor was licking your already sensible cunt with renewed effort, nose brushing your clit with each tilt of his head.

You came fast, and it hurt, a strange kind of bliss that felt like a burning pain running through your sensible muscles, straining your already tense legs. His hands ran from your ass to your thighs when you started to choke him, fingers digging at the skin in your inner thighs, knowing full well they would get bruised.

Viktor has never minded that, and as proof, while you cum, he dedicated his time to mark them with his teeth and then showered the marks with kisses, his breath fanning over your pulsing core, eyes fixated on it too.

Just as you stopped pulsing, he put a kiss on your clit, brushing it with his nose in a rhythm that made you writhe, trying to get up into your elbows.

“Wait! Viktor… please! It—I’m too sensible.”

He blew at your entrance again, the cold air meeting your hot core now dripping from your arousal and his saliva. You shivered. “That’s good, isn’t it, love? I’m doing it just right.”

You whimpered in response, and Viktor chuckled. “Does that mean I can try to have my baby now?” He saw your pussy tensing with his words, cupping your ass as he helped you to lower your legs. A moan escaped your mouth. “I’ll take that as a confirmation, my love.”

You sat, disheveled hair that couldn’t hide the lust in your eyes. Viktor took the hem of your sweater and pulled it over your head, discharging the wool and cotton fabric over the couch. You were finally naked, and his view seemed to drink for each inch of your body, feeling a warmth each time his gaze lingered at your legs, stomach, breasts, shoulders, and face.

“You’re so enticing, I wish I could draw you like this so you could see what you make me feel,” he said against your ear, lying on the side, next to you.

Your smile was mischievous, fingers running from his chest to the hem of his underwear, patting his hard shaft. “I think I have an idea about it.” Supporting your weight with your elbows, you reached for him, wanting his lips against yours, his tongue exploring his mouth and leaving a taste of your own essence.

Your hands were fiercely pulling his clothes out, pulling when it got stuck in his back brace, fumbling with anger when his zipper got stuck and you yanked so strongly it broke.

Viktor laughed against your lips. “It seems you owe me a pair of pants, love.”

You grunted back, biting his bottom lip.

Without breaking the kiss, you helped him to pull down his underwear, stroking his cock with a familiar rhythm, nails sometimes scratching at its base and down his balls. Viktor bit his way down to your breasts, stealing shaking breaths from your lips.

You were both panting, needy of air as much as you were for each other. Viktor brushed your noses together.

“May I?” he asked, voice rough and accent thick. You rolled, positioning him on top of you. Your new position was a few inches away from the enclosed hearth, flames licking your skin, crackles of the burned wood soothing your ears.

You could see beads of sweat falling from Viktor’s temples, sticking his hair to his forehead and down his neck.

Your heels dug against the blankets when you opened your legs from him. “Please.”

He straddled you, a little pillow at each side of your thighs where he rested his knees. You rose your hips to meet him midway, desperation and need growing in your taut stomach. Now that you were familiar with his size, Viktor could bury himself all the way inside you in one thrust.

Your nails scratched both his back brace and his skin when you put him in a possessive hug full of wanting him to get deeper, pumping in that sweet spot that made you grow breathless. You knew your fingers would get scraped with all the force you were putting, brushing over his notches and metallic rods, but it didn't matter.

All that mattered was having him thrusting deep inside of you, to feel his eager mouth roaming your shoulders and breasts as he looked at you as if you were the most stunning creature in the universe.

For him, you were so much more.

His mouth was playing with one of your hard nipples, the little peak coming in and out and around his tongue, eyes locking into yours from beneath his dark lashes. You saw his arms shaking from all the weight he was putting on them, but he didn’t let you speak to offer him relief.

Viktor changed his attention to the other nipple, leaving the other sore and hard. “How is it possible for you to be this perfect?”

You were too lost in your pleasure to say something more than: “Viktor.”

"You're doing it perfectly, my love," he said, liberating your nipple and watching it bounce before catching it again. "I love how you're always ready for me."

Viktor let his body fall against yours, caging your hips so he could resume the pace much faster. You arched your back and raised your legs, to both give him more access to your breasts and to feel him filling you completely.

He felt it too, hips buckling desperately against your stomach. Your hands navigated from his back to his hair, pulling him closer.

“We’re going to have a beautiful baby, right, my love?” His pace became uneven, weight pulled down against you as he grunted, biting one of your nipples as he felt you clenching around his cock. “As my belated birthday gift.”

“Yes! Yes, please!” You screamed, hands tangled around his shoulders.

He finished first, hips caught against yours as he filled you still being deep inside your cunt. You felt his warm seed traveling down your walls, spilling outside down his base and your ass. Viktor had his head buried in your chest, his hair tickling the flushed skin. He was grunting and whimpering and biting the skin of your breasts as he pumped his seed with each twitch of his cock.

You soothed him, brushing his hair and rubbing circles in his back.  

The high of his orgasm rode off. However, he noticed you haven’t cum yet, so he didn’t slide off you. Instead, he rolled so your body was on top, straddling him.

"Let me please you, love. Take your pleasure from me." His eyes were shiny and bright, lips swollen for your kisses.

You rode him, hands over his shoulders while your gaze scanned his complete body, now sweaty and filled with scratching and biting marks. The pace was quick and wet, and you could see his cum pooling on his navel as you slid up and down his shaft. Viktor was still hard, hips thrusting against yours by pure instinct even if he hissed when you quickened the pace.

His hands enveloped your lower back, the other caressing your cheek lovingly. Viktor was still playing with your tits, taut peaks expecting his sweet licks once again.

You wouldn’t hold on much longer, finally collapsing on his lap as you finished, with him still deep buried inside you, screaming at your pussy clasping him as tight as you were hugging him.

“Viktor,” you cried against his ear, head buried in the curve of his neck.

“I love you,” he answered back, shushing you as the last ripples of your orgasm left you exhausted and numb.

You didn’t recollect when he laid you against the blankets, a pillow down your head. You whined as you felt him slide out of you.

"I'll come back." Viktor stood up. The changing light of the flames let you admire your work from early in the morning and now; pink and red traces of scratches covering his stomach and down his navel; some lovebites marked in purple and red on his neck, shoulders, and even scattered over his chest. As he turned his back at you, you saw more scratches where the back brace didn't cover.

You were napping when Viktor came back minutes later. Brushing your sensitive skin with one wet towel. You moaned at feeling the slow circles he was drawing in your skin, passing the dry one to finish.

A little towel was dedicated to cleaning the mess he left between your legs. Your hips wriggled at feeling the rough texture down your folds, teasing rubs in your clit. He kissed your brow from time to time.

"You did so well today, my love. Thank you." Your eyelids were heavy, but between blinks, you could see his satisfied smile.

Viktor cleaned your entire body, first with the damp towel, and then drying the skin that was covered in goosebumps—not for the cold, but for his touch—; stopping occasionally to steal a bite from your stomach, or your shoulder, or the skin of your inner thighs.

You recovered enough strength to sit and help him clean himself and remove his back brace. You rubbed him with the wet towel while Viktor dried himself. Though it took more than expected because you liked to play with his cock which was getting hard again.

Viktor followed your example, snuggling against your body to kiss you and touching your already-cleaned pussy—which was starting to become wet once more.

It was around 4 AM when you were settling in your improvised bed, the hearth burning brightly as Viktor collocated new logs near the fire. He slid to bed shortly after, and you hugged him, one of your legs between his legs so his right could rest over your hip.

He hugged you back, kissing your brow lightly. “Thank you for today, my love. It was the best birthday I’ve ever had.” He tilted his head to meet your lips. “I promise I’ll make up to you. I’m already planning what I can do for your birthday.”

You chuckled, a sleepy smile playing on your lips that made his heart melt. "I'm glad you liked it, love. You deserve it."

It could have been the reddish flames of the renewed fire, but you saw Viktor’s cheeks tinting a deep red.

“Could, eh, could we do this next year, too?”

You snuggled your cheek over his chest, heart beating strongly, perhaps a little faster than usual. You loved that sound.

“Of course. As long as you want to.”

A pause. His hands enveloped your waist and pressed you closer.

“Would you still be here next year, with me?” You could have imagined that. It was muttered too low to recognize the familiar rumble in his chest when he talked.

"I promise," you said, and his grasp tightened. "I love you, Viktor. My love isn't going to go anywhere. Just with you."

He sighed, shoulders relaxed while his breath became more profound, but his embrace remained firm and secure.

“Just like my love for you,” he whispered back, and then both fell asleep.

[trashland-llamas]

Workaholics

x gn reader

Miguel and Viktor being horrified when they realize you’ve been overworking yourself to the point of exhaustion. They’re both aware that it’s a pot calling the kettle black situation but it doesn’t stop them from worrying. Miguel had come to get you for dinner when he spots you asleep at your desk. Face planted in a pile of paper and books. He lets you sleep, telling Viktor who’s simply makes a plate, putting it in the fridge for when you wake up. It being a relatively good day for him.

‘Hello, sleepy head.’ Viktor greets you, having decided to wait in your room. ‘Assuming Miguel tucked me in.’  Not only because he couldn’t pick you up, but also the duvet feeling like a boa constrictor. Sitting up, you rubbed your eyes. ‘You deserved a nice sleep. Now, c’mon. Let’s go feed your hungry stomach and then a nice bath. How does that sound?’ One hand grasping his cane while the other was outstretched for you to take. 

‘Will Miguel be joining or is he still busy dealing with superhero stuff?’ Standing up, hand still intertwined with Viktor’s. Giving him a confused look when he chuckled. ‘You underestimate how long you’ve been asleep for, he’s been off for a few hours now.’ His cane echoing as he led you downstairs. Seeing Miguel microwaving the plate made earlier for you. ‘Ah, look who’s out of bed.’ Miguel kisses you on the cheek, letting you know he’s teasing. 'What, did you miss me?'

'Of course I missed you. Thinking about the time I spend with you and Viktor is the only thing keeping me sane half the time.' The two led you off to the bathroom, putting in a few bath bombs. The water not too hot, not too cold. Viktor decided to sit on the tub's ledge as it wasn't big enough for the three of you. Miguel sat behind you, letting you lean on his chest. Viktor occasionally swishing the water with his leg. 'Should probably get out, starting to prune.' Miguel helps you out, wrapping you up in a fluffy towel. Viktor held onto to Miguel's shoulder as he got out.

[x-reader-things]

I also just finished watching arcane again!! The series is phenomenal-and I was once again reminded I would love to hold hands with Viktor-

Can I request some headcanons for how Viktor would comfort his partner who experiences anxiety? Gn!reader please!!

Thank you for requesting! :DDD

This is my first time writing specifically for Arcane and this character so I hope it’s on character - did my best with the little I skimmed from his fandom wiki for Arcane and from what I remember from the show-

AND YES IT IS A PHENOMENAL ONE HOLY SHIT THE ANIMATION AND THE CHARACTERS AND THE VOICE ACTING ARE????? CHEFS KISS

Personally Vi and Ekko are my favorites- <33

Anyways, I hope you enjoy!!

“It’ll pass soon”

Viktor x reader [romantic]

Summary ; In which you’re anxious, and Viktor always knows how to help you out.

Requested? ; Yes

Warnings ; none, besides small descriptions of physical anxiety - kinda based it on what I deal with myself, but everyone reacts to anxiety differently.

Definitions ; счастье моё (stchastye moyo) - gender-neutral, meaning “my happiness”

Word count ; 554

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Viktor is, first and foremost, a scientist.

He notices things through keen observation, studies them to no end to understand them, and draws conclusions that should be able to help others like himself.

And with those skills, comes observing you.

How you act. What you like and dislike. What makes you comfortable and uncomfortable.

And definitely what makes you anxious.

He knows hextech can’t truly fix that.

He should know, he deals with anxiety himself.

So as a partner and a scientist, he recognizes the signs.

The nervous glances.

The subtle deep breaths you take to calm yourself down. Or at least try to.

Never works. Maybe sometimes on the rare occasion, but not completely.

Then there’s the nervous jitters - maybe bouncing your leg, or running a hand through your hair constantly (if you have the hair type to do it) or running a hand over your face, or shaking your hands out to try and get the shakiness away.

Whatever it is, Viktor recognizes it.

He waits and checks in every so often, just to see if you’re able to calm yourself down first, instead of prying you to tell him what was going on.

When you don’t calm down though, he decides a distraction is probably better to try first.

He shows you the inventions he and Jayce are working on, discusses them with you, tries to see what you think about it. Half of the time that helps you calm down, primarily because you focus on his voice, and also because you love hearing and experiencing his work.

Anxiety is a fickle thing.

So when it doesn’t work out, that’s when he asks you what’s wrong.

“You don’t have to tell me just yet, but I’d like to know whenever you’re ready.”

If it’s really bad, he has you both sit down, and you just lay your head on his shoulder. He rests his cheek against your head and wraps an arm around you, one of his hands coming up to run against your upper arm to ground you there. Breathes slowly until you do it too.

And he waits until you’re ready to talk.

If it’s a sudden panic you just grab onto his shoulder or hand and squeeze it, and he already knows.

Viktor either excuses himself from his work or if he’s talking to someone (normally it’s just Jayce - he understands immediately and spares you a quick sympathetic nod), and lets you lead him to a secluded area nearby and lets you spew your worries and panic to him.

He tells you you’re safe with him.

Reminds you that things would be ok and that with anxiety this is normal.

“It’ll pass soon. I know it doesn’t feel like it but it will, alright? How about this, tell me five things you can see right now.”

“Um - the ground. The tile.”

“Good, good. What else?”

“Your shoes. They’re uh - they’re kind of scuffed, you should get them cleaned.”

He laughs quietly. “What else, счастье моё?”

“The window.” Another encouraging hum for you to continue. “The hexgate outside. It’s glowing, some airship just came through.” Your eyes settle on the person in front of you. “You.”

Viktor smiles at you. “A little on the nose, huh?”

You smile back at him.

He helps you breathe again.

He always does.