#arcane.viktor

[vander-affectionate]

sorry im thinking about sweet little virgin viktor, but here me out bcmy urge to corrupt is high

shaky hands pulling down your pants and then —

his face is suddenly beet red and he's looking away like he'd expected you to have on a second pair of underwear, like he hadn't expected you to be so damn pretty everywhere, like he wasn't just mouthing over the damp spot between your legs.

"y-you're dripping..."

his eyes are blown from where they're on the floor, but he's slowly building his courage through stolen glances to your ass hanging off his desk.

it's adorable seeing him like this and you jest, dragging a couple fingers over your slit and drawing them into your mouth all while keeping his gaze. "so it appears i am" you gleefully jest.

he swiftly drops his eyes and his face seems to get that much more vibrant—

"w-why, why did you do that?!"

you lean down, fingers drawing in his tie and pulling him forward only slightly, "didn't you want a taste?"

viktor's throbbing. his dick print is straining his trousers so much that it hurts and his eyes roll into his skull when your foot presses on his erection only slightly. he's groaning low in his throat and gripping your thighs so tightly that you're sure he'll leave marks. his hips roll and he looks teary when you remove your foot.

"well?" you smile, leaning back on the desk and viktor's dropping his head on your pelvis.

he can fucking smell you. his dick twitches, you're witness to it when it does from within the confines of his pants. he's too lost, near drooling over the treat between your legs to realize that your leg has brushed his dick and now he's slightly humping your leg from where he's bent over you.

your fingers tangle harshly in his hair and his eyes flit up to you, you feel him twitch against your leg and his hands are shaking now.

"do you want a taste or not?"

he trips over himself and hilariously enough, viktor's fly loses the battle against his straining erection and you can see how it finds relief in the smallest gap of his pants.

"or would you like me to taste you?"

[vander-affectionate]

𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐑 has this thing- he's always preening and leaning into you when you call him your baby, your angel, your good boy and he'll cup your face, maybe wrap a hand around your neck with heart eyes and call you his favorite little slut while he's pinning your hips to the mattress with his, still not sure how the praise gets frazzled in his head, but oh well i guess

[vander-affectionate]

Hello, if you’re taking prompts, could I please request “Viktor + touch-starvation” please and thank you! I don’t have a preference for either SFW or NSFW, so whatever feels right to you! Please and thank you!

oooooo my heart kinda lurched, anyone being touch-starved just makes me feel for em bc baby i can kiss your pain away, i also have trouble counting so there might be twenty one or two sentences in here

warnings: minors/ageless blogs do not interact, fluff and pouty viktor i believe, gn!reader

You did a study on how many people show their love in college and back then you were naive, you think. Wide-eyed, falling in love with anyone who caressed your cheek and the whole study was ridiculous and far-fetched, especially when it was thwarted by your professor. But Viktor, after meeting him, you realized he wasn’t much different.

Of course, he didn’t go running after matters of the heart quite as easily, but he’s definitely shown you a thing or two about this ‘love language’ theory you had.

You spent time in his lab, an assistant of an assistant, reading over Viktor’s handwritten letter to a department of some entitled ambassador, but your hand was stroking through Viktor’s hair. He was casually flipping through agendas, meeting notices, and reports when your hand slipped from his hair. He was reading, head leaning towards where your hand had been before taking your palm in a delicate hold before placing it back in his hair.

You smiled, setting aside the document and removed it again only for Viktor to roll his chair towards you and lean his head on your thigh. You kissed his forehead, maneuvering off the desk much to his surprise, his fingers catching your hip making you halt as he found somewhere to stop in his reading before curious eyes turned up to you. “Where are you going?”

You fight a smile off for the sake of messing with him and nod to the papers, “Heimerdinger’s waiting on those papers.”

“They’re not urgent and I could use the company,” he says as he mindlessly signs something off. “Just for a few moments longer.”

You end up sitting on the desk, only this time his head is between your thighs and he’s skimming through this paper uncaring if someone walks in on Heimerdinger’s assistant’s head nestled between your thighs like he’s completely lost it. You ask him what if someone walks in to you like this and he simply shrugs, “No one comes in here around this time of day, but I missed you.”

You let his bangs fall into his eyes with a playful smile, “But I haven’t left your side all evening.”

“You haven’t kissed me all evening either,” his nimble hand lifts the bangs out of his peripheral so he can send you a pointed look and all it does is make you laugh.

“Is that right?”

He raises his brows incredulously and you laugh at the attitude on this man when he doesn’t receive his kisses.

“Better?” you ask and he nods.

“Don’t let it happen again,” he chided with a sternness that makes you throw your head back laughing and, in turn, he smiles up at you.

[vander-affectionate]

the oh hellos are doing something to me, but i thought i'd pop in to tell you your favorite spams your phone when you don't give them their good morning texts and will be sighing when you finally pick up the phone. they're checking up on you, standing outside your door, waiting for the perfect moment to tell you they're waiting for you to open it and they totally weren't about to kick your door down to confirm your safety...

[vander-affectionate]

For the twenty sentences event-

Viktor and the reader on a cookie date

And viktor is obsessed with cookies-

I think it'd be chaotic and cute <3

i hope i could deliver, thank you for requesting, baby! <3333

warnings: minors/ageless blogs do not interact, fluff, maybe jealous victor?

Viktor had never been to a topside bakery and because it was late, he was sore from working with Heimerdinger and Jayce, you decided to have a little fun with him.

He was smiling beside you, both of you on the living room floor with a box of recipes and five different bowls of batter. The side of Viktor’s face was riddled with flour whilst you were mixing yet another bowl of batter.

“Is all of this really necessary?” he asks while you dump an obscene amount of chocolate into some batter.

“Yes, you’ve been in and out the underground so much that you’ve never had a decent cookie,” you kiss him and his eyes droop with adoration as he stares at you, “This wrong must be corrected.”

He sets his cheek on your shoulder, “How long were those chocolate cookies supposed to be in the oven?”

You shriek running over to the oven, sighing defeatedly at the burnt cookies.

“How are you going to correct that?” He snickers, barely dodging one of the burnt saucers you send hurdling his way.

You plop beside him, leaving burnt cookies on the counter, watching him mix a different batter and press a kiss to your cheek in between. “It has been awhile since I’ve made cookies from scratch.”

“It shows.” Viktor laughs and you playfully swat his chest.

“Then I’ll give the cookies to Jayce.” You hum.

You’ve never seen anyone drop a bowl so fast and Viktor makes no move to correct the red that spills onto his shirt, wrapping his arms around you so he can lean his head on your shoulder.

“You made them for me, no?” he kisses your temple, “I appreciate them, that much I promise.”

[vander-affectionate]

Hi! How about viktor + having to get him to bed because he fell asleep working in the lab again!

some of these viktor asks are making me soft and i don't like it

warnings: minors/ageless blogs do not interact, fluff, gn!reader, viktor is a darling

Viktor’s head is bobbing, the report in his hand has long since fallen onto the desk and he’s fighting to keep his eyes open as he sits half leaning on the desk in front of him.

“Viktor.” your voice makes his head shoot up and he offers a tired smile.

“Mm, heading to bed?”

Sleep blatantly pulls at those beautiful eyes and you cross the room to take his hand that’s been free of that report for awhile now. His fingers curl with the dips of your hand and he sighs when your other cups his cheek, he’s more tired than he’d like to admit and it shows when he doesn’t open his eyes for a moment or two.

“That’s enough for today.” you tell him and he’s staring at you, aiming those feathery golden irises at you, pleading for another hour. “No. Viktor-” you laugh. “Come on, I’m spending the morning with you tomorrow, so let’s go to bed now.” He allows you to guide him out of his study with that promise.

He’s sitting on his bed, a perfect arch to his back as he leans against the metal headboard and stares at you with a reverence that makes you feel shy underneath his gaze.

“You should stop staying up so late.”

Viktor smiles at your soft tone, that’s all you’ve ever been with him. “But then you wouldn’t be the last thing I see before I sleep, I always want that.”

You’re sighing and defeat is on the tip of your tongue given how sweet Viktor has always been, especially when he’s on the cusp of sleep. “It’s selfish to think I wouldn’t want that, too.”

He smiles at your teasing tone and nuzzles his nose against yours when you lean down to press your forehead to his, “You spoil me, darling.”

You lean into him with a gentle laugh and mutter, "Unfortunately."

[vander-affectionate]

realizing i have a thing for sub!viktor