#lol viktor smut

[redr0sewrites]

Viktor general romance hcs!

🥀A/n: HES SO POOKIE I LOVE HIM‼️

🥀Cw: fluff, smut, slight angst if u squint, switch!viktor

🥀minors dni with the nsfw portion

sfw:

this man is such a workaholic, he genuinely never thought that he would fall in love

viktor is very inexperienced in the romance department, so he's definitely a little awkward at first

once he's close with someone, he definitely starts to open up to them a lot more! he'd really appreciate a partner that he can have deep, philosophical conversations with and definitely asks for your opinion on a lot of things

your a very valuable person in his life, and viktor makes sure that you know that. while he may not be great with words, his actions show that he truly cares for you

while he may not admit it, viktor loves when you complete acts of service for him or help him at all. he loves when you visit him in the lab and bring him some coffee, it always makes his day

because he works so much and spends so much time in the lab, viktor will often invite you to join him there. you two often spend hours together, just sitting in near-silence and working in tandem. viktor would love it if you got along well with jayce (and sky too but mostly jayce), you are his favorite people and he would love it if you all got along

viktor isn't the most cuddly person in the world, but he makes some exceptions for you! after a long day, he loves just melting into your embrace and having you play with his hair. viktor would spend hours just laying in your lap and rambling about hextech if he could

he's not big on pda, but he loves holding your hand. viktor holds your hand anywhere and everywhere, he always wants you as close to him as possible and he'll sometimes trace words into the back of your hand with his thumb when you are asleep. before he said "i love you" out loud, viktor probably traced it against your skin at least a million times.

viktor prefers to stay in for dates, and definitely enjoys staying up late with you. idk if they have television in the world of arcane, but it seems a little shocking that they can have giant magical teleportation portals and literal magic orbs and magic flying blimps and body enhancing drugs but haven't created a tv. so like. lets just pretend they do have television. cuz if they do, than you and viktor DEFINITELY have movie marathons and movie nights together

he loves making you little trinkets and gifts!!! whenever there is extra material leftover at the lab, viktor's first thought is to make something for you! he once made you an entire bouquet of fake flowers out of scrap metal, and told you that he would love you until the flowers withered (it would never wither cuz its made of metal ☹️). your home is practically overflowing with these little trinkets, but you REFUSE to get rid of any of them (i think i saw the flower scenario on a tiktok, but URGRHRHRH i wanna write it so... if anyone is interested... 😇)

honestly, the best time spent with viktor is in the comfort of your own home. you have a very domestic relationship, and he likes sitting with you in comfortable silence.

he'll call you pet names in zaun, even before you two are together😭

overall, viktor is genuinely such a sweetheart once he trusts you and will stay by your side no matter what

nsfw:

SWITCH LEANING SUB 🫵🫵🫵

because of his leg and overall sickness, viktor definitely prefers simpler positions that don't require a lot of physical stress

he likes having you on top of him so that he doesn't have to put pressure on his knee, and he definitely prefers not having to push himself too hard

i'd say his favorite positions would probably be you riding him, sitting on his face, lotus position, and maybe 69 or missionary too (but the last two are only on good days when he isn't in too much pain)

at first, viktor was insecure about sleeping with you because he genuinely does not think very highly of himself and didn't want you to think that he was weak or ugly :( please reassure him

ON THAT TOPIC!!! PRAISE!!!!!!

praise is literally SO important to him, while it is one of his kinks i genuinely think he appreciates it outside of the bedroom as well.

lots and lots of communication. "is this ok", "can i touch you here", type of stuff. he's very gentle with you, and obviously you are with him as well

because he wears his leg brace literally all the time, viktor has a handful of bruises and scars from the brace rubbing against his skin 24/7 (idk if he sleeps w it on tbh- im assuming not but u get the point) and he can be a little insecure about them. PLEASE kiss them and show his body a lot of affection in general

viktor isn't super vocal at first, but once he trusts you he lets out the neediest whines and moans. he curses a lot under his breath, and he has a verrryyyyy pretty fucked-out expression.

this man is a switch 100%. most of the time he subs and bottoms, but sometimes he'll dom from the bottom and very occasionally he'll dom from on top. when he's a sub i definitely see him as, like, the male version of a pillow princess. he definitely just wants to lay back and get taken care of, and will get very pouty if you do not do so. he loves being pampered and praised and he's SOOO sensitive when he's subbing. when he's in a more dominant mood, i see him getting off on your pleasure a lot more than his own. he loves fingering you, and definitely loves overstimulating you

viktor loves being marked and also marking you. he bites down on your shoulder a lot to muffle his moans, and he loves giving you hickeys. i genuinely think that's another one of his kinks as well

TOYS!!! im sorry but this man definitely has an extensive collection of sex toys you can't tell me im wrong bc im not. he isn't inexperienced by any means, but he probably got a lot of toys over the years because he just didn't really have that many partners and just wanted to try a bunch of things on his own yk? anyways, he fucking LOVES using them on you and teasing you mercilessly is definitely part of your guys' foreplay

this man has the most gorgeous hands and definitely puts them to good use‼️ you cannot tell me viktor does not have amazingly skilled hands bc your wrong. he literally does jayce told me

i don't think he's super vanilla but i also don't think he's into like SUPER hardcore bdsm? i think it would intrigue him but he's probably the type to be into what you are into and if you want to try something new, he's more than willing (as long as its safe. either of you getting seriously hurt is a major nono for him). that being said, i don't think he'd mind being handcuffed or experimenting a bit with shibari, but you guys DEFINITELY have a safeword. like even if you have 100% vanilla soft sex he still establishes a safeword with u and makes sure your comfortable.

overall, his kinks include: praise (giving and receiving), little bit of edging (receiving), overstimulation (only giving), marking, and kind of a wildcard but also maybe somnophilia. like he would NOT complain about waking up to head lmao- he's def the type to have wet dreams i want to write this omg

i am so! tired!!! still feeling very crappy but i am pushing through my classes until the end of the year 😭 i am so close and yet so far 🙂‍↕️

ANYWAYS HOPE U ENJOYED!!! FEEL FREE TO SEND IN ARCANE REQUESTS!!! ive also been on a huge jayce x viktor streak lately? im not usually a big shipper but their dynamic intrigues me. i want to put them in a jar together and shake them around a bit. but yea i love them both!!!

[league-of-legends-hcs]

Viktor breeding kink….?????

Like to me it just seems like he’s getting very interested in the science of life so would he or would he not just end up happening to start railing the life out of an apprentice who he just might have had crush on for a while??? And attempt to knock her up

Y’know….. for science

Do you see that happening or……

The thing with Scientists and Bees

WARNINGS: NSFW, Smut, 18+ PEEPS!

You had been working with Viktor for a while now, knowing about the man's work ethic. It would be a lie if you said you weren't worried about him... But this was the drop that made the dam burst.

It had been a normal day in the lab, you were busy cleaning and organizing Jayces files since that man was horrid at keeping them cleaned and neat, when Viktor cleared his throat and looked at you. "Little bee," you scrunched your nose at the nickname he had given you (he claimed you were always buzzing around the lab, barely ever sitting still like a bee) and turned to look at him. He seemed to be a little flushed, a light tinge of pink in his cheeks and his breathing a little uneven, "are you... Familiar with.. Ehm.." You tilted your head and smirked.

Something was making him nervous and you assumed it had something to do with you... You bit your lip and sauntered over to him. "Oh no way! The one and only stone cold and always calculated Viktor is at a loss for words!" You sat down on his desk, legs crossed as you said "Quick, give me something to write this down!" You teased, leaning back on your hands.

The scientist now took a deep breath, his golden eyes shimmering in a way you hadn't quite seen before. You could see him recollecting his thoughts and when a moment had passed, he stood up, placing himself right in front of you, his presence alone now causing you to uncross your legs.

"I've been wanting to do this.. another way, but it seems that you leave me no choice."

You were about to ask what the hell your friend and secret crush meant by that when he pushed your thighs apart, his calloused fingertips sliding along your thighs gently yet with a bit of force behind it. "Viktor... What the.." he silenced you with his lips on yours, the kiss slow and sensual... And absolutely flustering to you to no end. You felt the heat rise to your cheeks instantly and when the agonizing moment finally ended, you needed a minute to catch your breath, completely bewildered by what just happened, but Viktor? He smirked.

"I've been pursuing a theory..." He muttered, leaning in, placing his soft lips on your neck, causing you to shudder. Your hands tensed into fists, still very much steadying you on his desk. "I have noticed that you spend a lot of time around me.. that you blush whenever I come a little closer to you.. and Jayce can be hugging you, yet.. the blush of your cheeks only shows up when it's me... And... You see.." he pushed you back a little, causing your shaking elbows to give out, placing you on the desk, the scientists tall form looming over you, "Your taste in novels is pretty peculiar... So now.. instead of being a nice gentleman about it as I originally planned.." his fingers trailed along your neck, making you shiver and goosebumps run all over you, "I... Will take the leap and..." He cleared his throat, a little unsure still, but he said it anyway, "I will ravage you."

You could swear that your heart just stopped for a moment. The urge to clamp your thighs shut was strong, but with every growing second, with every moment of silence, Viktor seemed to grow more confident. You weren't moving. You weren't shoving him off, you weren't yelling at him or asking him to move away...

"Oh look at that..." He teased now, his hand slowly sliding towards the buttons of your blouse. "My little busy bee is at a loss for words for once.." the buttons popped one after another. "I'll have to write this down in my notes..."

He had you wrapped around his finger the bastard. Never had he shown any interest in you romantically or sexually and all of a sudden... This?! "If you want me to stop, say the word. I do not want to make you uncomfortable... " He muttered now, avoiding your eyes a little... But you shook your head. "No. Nonono don't stop!" You begged way too eager for your own liking. And when those tantalizing eyes of his found yours once more, full of surprise, it was like a switch was turned. Gone was the man that was unsure of his own actions and doubting if he had read the situation right...

He smiled confidently, freeing you of your blouse. "You, my dear..." He purred now while kissing up your chest, then to your throat, then back to your lips and before he kissed your supple lips once more, he told you "You keep me up at night.." it sounded... Hungry... Almost starved.. and it made your core tighten a little.

"Whenever I look at you, I feel this urge..", he admitted while trailing his hands along your sides, "I want to fuck you stupid."

You squealed a little, your eyes falling closed at the way he played with the waistband of your bottoms. "Lift your hips for me, beautiful." He purred now and you obliged immediately, a chuckle leaving the man at this display. "You're just as eager as I am it seems.." he muttered now, one of his hands closing around your throat. "Fuck... Viktor.. I.." you stuttered, unable to withstand him any longer. "Yes dear... You are aching for me.." and as if to prove his point, he pressed his clothed crotch to yours which was now only clothed in a thin layer of your panties... Which were drenched already.

"I wouldn't be a man of science if I did not tell you about my... Urges a little more." Viktor now pushed the tip of his index finger into the wet spot of your panties, feeling you shudder a little. "Viktor please I.." for now, he didn't relent. Viktors eyes darkened a little, a dangerous glint lying within them as he pushed the tip of his finger into you deeper, your panties now drenched in your own juices. He did not want to let you speak yet. Not before you had heard him out.

"I want to put a child into you." He said now, his voice strained, as if he had trouble holding himself back, and you felt like all the air was knocked out of you at once. Not just because of his words, but somehow the scientist had removed your underwear without you even really noticing. Your skin was on fire, you felt like you'd choke in your current clothes and Viktors presence completely overwhelmed you at this very moment.

"I like you.." he confessed, a smudge of red on his cheeks as he pushed two fingers inside you. You tensed around him and breathed out an unsteady "Fuck... Yes!" Which made the man smirk. Hastily he peppered your face, your mouth and your neck in kisses, his two fingers still working your hot, wet core.

"I want to fuck you... Breed you..." His face now laid in the crook of your neck, teeth lightly nibbling on the skin there. "I want to taste you, every little bit of you... And I want to revel in the feeling of this..." He gulped and let out a shuddering breath before continuing, "this... Pussy around me... I've been thinking about you, little bee... For such a long time you have been haunting my dreams..." Now, he motioned 'come hither' with his fingers deep inside of you, brushing along the sensitive spot hidden within. It was as if he knew how you worked, as if he knew where he had to touch to keep you teetering on the edge... And it was agonizing. his fingers felt delicious, the stretch comfortable and the sounds pushing you further and further... But you didn't want to come like this...

"Then.. f-fuck me already!" You whined out, unable to play any games for much longer. Viktors eyes widened a little, his mouth lightly agape, the movement of his fingers slowing to a halt, making you groan in frustration. You tried to grab his hand, but he removed it from inside of you and used his other hand to gather your wrists, pinning them above your head while he pushed his fingers into your mouth, making you taste yourself. "Such a good girl for me... Who knew you could listen without talking back for once?"

A shiver went through your body. Since when was Viktor like this? He was... Seeping authority and dominance.. completely contrary to his day to day appearance.

You mewled in response to his lightly mocking words, your tongue still swirling around his digits. With a low chuckle he removed them from your mouth and kissed your deeply, his clothed erection grinding against your naked, desperate cunt. "Fuck you're wet..." He purred and let his fingers slide along your slit for a little.. but you could barely take it anymore. You just wanted him inside of you.. you *needed* him inside of you.. because who were you gonna lie to... You found Viktor insanely attractive. His intelligence, the way he carried himself, the way he always stood behind his word... He made you so weak whenever he glanced at you in the lab or when you heard his rough morning voice.

"Please Viktor... Please just..." You were almost sobbing in need, completely forgetting where you actually were. "Please what, little bee? Speak to me." He purred, his voice now steady. Now he was sure. Completely and utterly sure that you felt the same way... And knowing this... He could play with you. He cupped your chin with his free hand, smiling lightly. "Use your words, baby. Use those pretty lips to tell me what you need.. and I'll give it to you." He forced you to look at him, his pupils were blown and his cheeks flushed, his chest rising and falling a little more rapidly than usual and he was shaking just the lightest bit.

"I need... You to fuck me.." you rasped out, your face hot with embarrassment... And he was so cruel sometimes. He plunged his fingers back into you and asked "I am, no?", in an innocent tone. "Or... Are my fingers not enough for you?" You rapidly shook your head, to which Viktor took a deep breath. "Do you want my cock, dear?" He asked you now, straight up staring into your soul. You nodded and gave out a meek "...yes". And now, he caressed your cheek, kissed you once more and purred "Good. Very good.. who am I to deny you, my dear.."

With those words he undid his pants, pulling his underwear away with it... And your eyes widened. You'd dreamt about him a lot but you didn't really expect him to be.. *this* well endowed. "Surprised?" He quipped and pulled your attention away from the thick, hard cock that was so close to where you needed it yet way too far away.

Forming a coherent sentence was not really on your mind whenever he began to guide himself into your heat, curses and gasps sliding from both of your lips, only muffled by a feverish kiss. You felt the stretch.. fuck he was huge... Yet gentle. He let you adjust, even though you could clearly see him hold back. "V-viktor.." you blabbered and wrapped your arms around his neck, spreading your legs a little more so he could sink in even deeper.

"Sssssh... I know you can take it.." he assured you, softly patting your hair. "Relax... Please dear.." he huffed, your tightness being a lot to take for him as well. "Fuck you feel so good.." he let you know, broken huffs and moans slipping from your lips. And when he had fully buried himself in your cunt, he let you adjust... You felt full, but not quite full enough. Something was just missing.. and you knew exactly what it was.

With a shaking voice you let out a small "I-i want your cum... P-please.." and all of his resolve was thrown out of the window at this very moment. It seemed like those words made him lose control and he began to move, to thrust into you. Slowly at first, slowly moving in you, slowly letting your back move along his desk, but it did not take very long for him to speed up, to hammer into you, to press against you with all he had, and you were squirming too much for his taste.

"Be still, dear... I will make you feel good... I will fill you up until you're dripping with my cum... Yes.." he huffed, grabbing the backs of your knees and bending them so your legs were pressed against your chest and nothing would leak out. "Nngh... Vik.. Vik please.. cum inside... I wanna.." you could barely string those words together with how hard he pushed into you, at which pace he abused your cunt, wet sounds echoing throughout the lab, only accompanied by your moans and his grunts.

His thrusts grew erratic and your nails dug into his back as he leaned over you to kiss you, your breaths choked and broken by tears of need.

When he began to circle your clit with his thumb, you felt like you'd burst apart, shivers wrecking your body as your orgasm wrecked you thoroughly... But Viktor wasn't done. He fucked you through your high, praising you for how good you're doing for him, telling you how you're his good girl and purring that you've earned a reward.

And that came in the form of his cum deep inside of you. You squealed and could swear you almost came again from the overstimulation... When he had finished coming, he pulled out of you, his hands now back on the backs of your thighs, your legs still next to your head. You had been delirious for a bit, but even after you had come down from your high, Viktor was still holding your legs up.

"what... Are you doing?" You asked him, wiping the sweat from your forehead with your forearm. The man titled his head at you and said "Making sure nothing leaks out." With a sigh you sat up, watching the mixture drip onto his workspace. "If it does.." you purred and slid onto his lap now that he had plopped back into his chair, "You're just gonna have to fill me up again."

A wide grin spread on his face. "Oh I intend to, don't you worry, little bee..." Then he kissed you deeply, his arms wrapping around your middle so he could hold you on his lap... And this was only the beginning of a long night.

Oh anon.. thank you so much c: I've needed exactly that bit as inspo for this man. I just took the prompt and... Idk. It became a lot more than intended. Sorry for the wait!

[zomaeliet]

Implied Viktor x AFAB reader, no pronouns mentioned for reader, uses words describing female anatomy, wet dreams, drabble, minors DNI!

I very fucking much wrote this at 3 in the morning falling asleep at my desk and I have no recollection of writing it

You feel the ghostly touch slide deliciously from the center of your knee to the pliant and plush give of your inner thigh. Your breath catches in your throat, a subtle whine leaving your kiss-swollen lips as long, slender fingers press to the soaked fabric of cotton panties - playing you like a talented pianist as you keened and your back arched toward the man before you, but the bonds kept your bare skin to the cool wooden chair as goosebumps erupted over your body. You felt warm breath fanning against your shoulder and neck, the accented whisper of the man you loved murmuring sweet nothings and gentle praises, though your eyes were useless with the blindfold, you still knew those honey-whiskey eyes bore into your skin from the flame you felt in your cheeks and between your legs.

A warm and searching tongue licked one long stripe along the side of your neck, canines grazing the side of your jugular as you called out to him, a desperate, pitiful plea for simultaneously more or less pleasure as your mind went into overload. The sweet scent of mint mixed with the earthy tones of coffee and sweat were intoxicating to you - growing ever more infatuated with the charming, intelligent and vaguely dorky brunette you had somehow gotten to come home with you after months of begging for a single date.

Viktor ground against your plush thigh as his fingers dove beneath your panties and plunged knuckle deep into your drooling cunt. He groaned at the feeling of your walls squeezing only two fingers, biting your neck as a muffled cry from his own ecstasy slipped from him. You felt him prepping you for his cock, his fingers slowly pistoning as his thumb reached your clit, not satisfied until you came on his fingers just once - luckily for him you felt your release bearing down on you like a bullet train, the straining bulge in his slacks as he ground into your bare thigh caused your voice to be rather breathy.

Just as the coil began to stretch, and stretch, and stretch - just before bursting - you wake up drenched in a cold sweat, your alarm blaring as you throw the blankets off of you in favor of rinsing yourself off in a cold shower, trying to scrub the obscene thoughts of your coworker from your flesh as well as your mind, hoping the water will wash it away before you have to face him at work while the thoughts creep back up on you.

[demacianpuppet]

Oh, I forgot to post this here.

Anyway, I wrote a piece about Mel and Viktor having some fun time together.

[fairy-writes]

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Arcane: League of Legends: Viktor, Silco, Jayce Talis, Vi, Vander, Caitlyn Kiramman, Mel Medarda

Bungou Stray Dogs: Nakajima Atsushi, Nakahara Chuuya, Dazai Osamu, Kunikida Doppo, Fukuzawa Yukichi, Saigiku Jouno, Suehiro Tecchou

The Case Study of Vanitas: Vanitas, Noé Archiviste, Roland Fortis, Dominique de Sade

Demon Slayer: All the Hashira, Akaza, Kokushibo, Douma, Kibutsuji Muzan, Kamado Tanjiro (aged up), Agatsuma Zenitsu (aged up), Hashibira Inosuke (aged up)

Doctor Who: The Doctor (9th, 10th, 11th, 12th), Jack Harkness, River Song

Fullmetal Alchemist: Roy Mustang, Greed, Riza Hawkeye, Jean Havoc, Envy, Alex Louis Armstrong, Olivier Armstrong, Edward Elric (post-FMAB), Alphonse Elric (post-FMAB), Ling Yao (post-FMAB)

Grimm (NBC): Nick Burkhardt, Hank Griffin, Sean Renard, Drew Wu, Monroe

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo Satoru, Fushiguro Toji, Geto Suguru, Nanami Kento, Itadori Yuuji (aged up), Fushiguro Megumi (aged up)

Moriarty the Patriot: William James Moriarty, Albert James Moriarty, Louis James Moriarty, Sherlock Holmes, Mycroft Holmes, Fred Porlock, Sebastian Moran, James Bonde

Tokyo Ghoul: Uta, Kaneki Ken, Kirishima Touka, Kirishima Ayato (re: age), Nishio Nishiki, Tsukiyama Shuu

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[thehistoriangirl]

If You Hadn't Left (Me) [Chapter 1]

I thought I would start posting in the first of February but oh well better now than never lol

I'm gonna post the other fic's masterlist tomorrow I think :3

Viktor x Fem! Reader-----2.9K----SFW*

// M A S T E R L I S T

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Synopsis:Viktor was never supposed to see you again, just like you had promised that evening when you both ended up heartbroken and bitter toward destiny and all its twisted ways. So twisted as to put you back into his life not only as a temporal working partner to cover Jayce’s absences, but also as the maid of honor in the wedding where he’ll be the best man. Hypothetically, it doesn’t have to be that difficult to find a way around the river of memories flowing between you both. Though, of course, hypotheses are flawed. Just like that part of him that still craves another ending to this story. 

Tags: Second Chance | Angst | Exes to Lovers | Denial of Feelings | Viktor's horny down memory lane* | Reader is pissed | My man is going thru the stages of grief | MelJay bc Jayce deserves to be happy | Eventual Smut | Eventual Happy Ending |

Taglist c: @ihopeinevergetsoberr @blissfulip

That goodbye became a broken promise, cracked over the sound of your voice ever since he heard it at the Council assembly.

Sure, you had spat out the words fueled by betrayal and hatred, but Viktor took them like an oath to put in peace his stormy mind.

First coated in a lie so fragile Viktor was surprised it hadn’t fragmented before, and now this—he was sure he shouldn’t take another glass of wine from the walking waiters zigzagging across the opulent hall—but he had avoided you all night, and he knew Jayce wouldn’t let him go before arranging the “formal meeting” between both of you.

If only he knew...

We congratulate Miss Favred for winning the design contest for the new hall construction inside the Museum of Sciences and Technologies. Graduated from Piltover’s Academy with honors, you're the proof that progress and art are held hand in hand in this city.

Almost the same speech Heimerdinger delivered during your graduation ceremony, only that this time you were all alone on the stage, Viktor's hand grabbing his cane to not feel the growing sensation of emptiness.

Part of him thought it was mere shock. After all, you haven't seen each other in almost ten years; and a petty part of him was surprised he even remembered you, how the image of you was locked in the depths of his subconsciousness that only needed the ring of your greeting to resurface.

But now? Hours after the reencounter? He was so, so weak…

With a sigh, Viktor finally admitted it: stealing glimpses of your purple dress flowing against the gentle breeze was a weakness, though if the excuse lay in masochist interest or avid curiosity, Viktor wasn’t ready to clear his mind. Why would he, anyway? It was a couple of wine glasses too late.

Funny how some things defied the City of Progress where everyone was eagerly grasping the tomorrow.

Viktor just felt stuck in the past, down a path he wasn’t so sure how to slip through.

Your hair was the same, richly stylized and decorated with a geometrical headpiece that looked like a crown from Viktor’s angle. Your time in Shurima had replaced the Piltovan style built by several layers of clothes like vests and corsets for simple, airy fabrics that played with transparencies. The deep shade of violet pooled in continuous drapes ironed in the long skirt falling freely around your hips and down your legs, a gold-threaded corset hugged your waist and framed your bosom, the fabric slowly fading into a lavender tone held like loose sleeves with golden bracelets.

You were covering your mouth while your eyes closed in amused crinkles for whatever the young merchant Mauriel Garfen was telling you as his expert hand twirled you around the ballroom. It didn’t matter much, as Viktor could paint it just fine: with the vivid dark pink adorning your lips, though he knew your favorite color was more of a burnt brown, or maybe even red—

"That's enough for today," Viktor mumbled, eyes looking intently at the crimson liquid as he swirled the stem around his fingers before settling it down against the nearby windowsill.

Suddenly, he heard your happy squeal as you went to hug another young woman dressed in a vivid teal, halter dress. Her curly black hair bounced as you two swayed. Viktor didn’t remember her vividly, but she had been one of your friends ever since your undergraduate years.

If only… Though he knew he didn’t have any right to be greeted as warmly. If even he had any right to be greeted at all. Only because you had returned. Because of course, you did.  Once you had told him that despite the high number of students inside the Academy, you'd find each other in one way or another.

“No, not like fate,” you have told him, voice groggy with slumber as you laid against his chest, hands pointing at his dorm's ceiling where she had stuck luminescence cut-outs of stars. "Entropy."

You were right, from all his perfectly calculated plans tumbling into a state of chaos, one he surprisingly wasn’t against.

Until he was.

Garfen twirled the both of you, giggles bubbling like the nearby tray of drinks a waiter was carrying toward the Councilors discussing on a corner of the hall.

You looked like that photograph he kept in the bottom drawer of his tattered closet, only that the sepia tones eating it away had been repaired with the tone of your skin, the void he left behind replaced with you looking like a fairy queen with your golden crown and dashing company.

Someone more fitting. But Viktor was now the co-creator of Hextech, wasn’t that enough?

His fingers tangled around the glass’ steam, barely feeling the hot sensation of the alcohol down his throat as he gulped it all.

You’re so pathetic, Viktor. Get over it. Why haven’t you done that already?

“Vik! There you are!” He almost dropped the glass with the impromptu voice of Jayce chiming in his roaming thoughts. “I’ve been looking for you all night.”

"You know I'm not… eh, akin to this kind of party," he said, only half a lie. He'd been hiding inside a balcony and then, when Jayce passed by, Viktor slipped between a corner and a column. Now, he'd been too distracted to notice. "I've been unwinding."

“For a moment I thought you were already gone!” He patted his shoulder. “I’ve wanted to introduce you to Miss Favred since morning, but I suppose you had duties to take care of after the meeting.” He had bolted out of there as soon as Councilor Medarda called the session off.

His jar tightened, just as the grasp on his formal cane, naked metal replaced by a coat of black marble and polished wood on its handle. “Jayce, I don’t think this idea about the Hextech Wing would be… good,” he started, pouring in all the thoughts that had flown inside his head ever since the morning meeting. “This isn’t what I imagined when you told me we would celebrate the first decade of Hextech’s creation.”

“Viktor—”

“No, listen to me,” he replied, almost through gritted teeth. How pitiless of him he couldn’t even manage his feelings in public. “We want to help people in need, not to gloat about a fancy exhibit at the Science and Technology Museum. This is just another excuse for the Council to gloat about their grandness. What would the exhibit do for the people who believe in us, hmm? For us as scientists, even? Are you listening to me?” His friend had shifted to his embarrassed posture, where his tall body was trying to shrink into a ball, with hands tightly grabbed against his stomach, gazing at the floor. "Jayce—?"

“We’ve arranged that part of the Museum’s entrance fee is going to be destined to fund upcoming Hextech projects. That way you won’t need as many sponsorships,” Mel interjected behind him. Viktor turned to look at the Councilor, frozen to see the figure tailing close behind. “I believe we talked about it in the past meeting.”

Surely. Not that he would admit he had been too distracted by the nervous movements of your hands gesturing away to explain your design to oblige his mind to follow the Councilor’s debate sprinkled in between.

“Perhaps what he’s referring to is about how much time will it take to seize a positive quantity to fund a project,” you said to save his embarrassing stunned silence, poking your head from behind Jayce’s wide back. Your eyebrows arched slightly, head tilted toward Viktor.

The movement is so familiar from when you helped him through the boring, long seminars with haughty professors and even mouthier classmates. A head tilt and a slow gaze once you had laid the counterargument, ready for him to lock the possibility of a reply with his conclusion.

“I… That wasn’t what I meant,” he said, surprised by his cold tone.

You blinked at him for a moment, a frown slightly forming between your beautiful eyes. He didn’t dare to back out from it, he didn’t have a reason why.

Jayce cleared his throat. “Um… well, Vik, this is Miss Favred, she’s going to be the designer of the Museum ampliation…” He said, and you stepped next to Jayce, lips in a neutral yet mocking smile, with the curves of your lips turned up.

“It’s been quite some time, Miss Favred,” Viktor mustered, a smile plastering on his mouth that was too wide and toothy to be considered polite.

“Likewise, Viktor,” you said, tone sweetly as you extended your hand toward him.

Viktor almost wanted to yank it away once he felt a surge of electricity tingling up his arm once your long and elegant fingers wrapped the reverse of his palm. You giggled, nails digging into his skin with discreet violence.

His lips pressed in a thin line that couldn’t be faked as a smile even as he continued shaking your hand for a minute too long, wanting your eyes to decode the hidden message in his. What are you doing here?

“Oh, do you know each other?” Mel said after calling your name, which made you yank your hand away from his grasp.

“We were acquaintances at the Academy,” you said, gesturing away.

Classmates, the word slipped with an acid aftertaste when Viktor tried to back you up. "Very close classmates." Because of course, this was the perfect time for his brain to break under pressure. Yes, so close you slept against his chest every other night, so, so close that he even burrowed inside of you—

Mel turned to you, with an almost accusatory air. “What a surprise!”

“That was many years ago.” Your gaze swept from Mel’s to his, if only for a second. “I had forgotten about it.”

Oh, so that’s how you wanted to play?

"Well, I'm glad you two can reconnect after so many years!" Jayce said a big grin on his face. The sweet oblivious Jayce. “It’ll be good for Vik to have another friend! It’s… slightly difficult for him to open up and get new ones.”

Viktor glared at him. “Why are you talking about me as if I weren’t here?” he replied, while you mumbled:

“I wonder why that is.”

His head turned toward you in a movement so quick that some of his pushed backward-styled hair fell over his forehead. "Pardon?"

You smiled at him. “I didn’t say anything.”

Oh, you—

"Why don't we leave you two to talk?" Mel said, ignoring the pleading look you sent her when Jayce nodded, saying that there must be a lot to tell between the both of you. “Councilor Talis, let’s go for another drink. There’s something I need to talk about with you.” Probably about the wedding. Not that Viktor was interested in the matter when he had you in front of him. 

From all the stolen glances, he had pieced you whole like a puzzle, filling in the missing pieces eaten away by time with the new image, though he knew some things wouldn't change. Like the way you smelled like hyacinth and mangoes, your favorite fruit. All that freckles and moles and scars dotted around your body like those two small ones peeking over the square neckline on the left of your collarbone, which he knew balanced out with the two tiny moles under your right breast.

Surely your skin was just as heavenly soft as back then despite the occasional roughness of your fingers from working so much. Your palms were always warm against his cold fingers during winter. 

“Viktor," you called him. And he frowned to conceal what he had been thinking all the damn night.

“What?”

 “Why don’t we strike a deal?” you said, arms crossed, disrupting what would have been his doom if he continued.

“Do I look like someone that would strike a deal with a devil, Miss Favred?” Viktor said, arching an eyebrow almost in a flirty way. Just amused enough to push you to the edge of your years-trained composure. You certainly played the part, with all the allure and the deep gaze of your eyes.

“I suppose this must be awkward for you, too.”

“It isn’t awkward for me,” he lied. “You should worry about your work instead.”

“So ready for me to leave?” You chuckled. “I think you should know that I applied to this contest because I need the spotless curriculum if I want to be the new Interior Design teacher at the Architecture Faculty.”

“You’re just trying to annoy me. You said you would leave and never return.” Better put, Viktor cornered you to say so, but he wasn’t going to let his mouth run free.

"And you said we were going to get married," you replied, and Viktor felt himself trip backward if it weren’t for the support of his cane. “So I guess we’re even.”

Viktor stood there, stunned golden eyes wide open. He started calling your name, but you had your hand raised.

“You’re right, my bad. That was unnecessary.” Your hand arranged a loose lock of hair poking your cheek. “Anyhow, I’m not going to mention anything about the… past. So you don’t have to worry about me running out my tongue—despite how close classmates we’ve been.”

“Now you’re just being…” improperly brash, dangerously cheeky. Almost as if you’d been pushing him over the edge of his decorum to see if he’d cornered you against a wall to seal your endless rebukes with a kiss. Or many. “…insufferable.”

"Don't worry." You waved away. "I'll finish my job as fast as humanely possible, and then we won't have to see each other again. Because I know you aren't fond of assisting the Progress Day's party."

He crossed his arms, letting the handle of his cane hook on the curve of his elbow. "I'm not sorry to disappoint you—but I'm very fond of Progress Days. I've changed," Viktor said, but it was only a half-truth. He wasn't sure how he could change a feeling that lay hidden deep inside, frozen in time instead of giving them a real burial. You only had to dig to start seeing the uneven silhouette of the memory boxes where nothing should be more than black earth.

“Anyway,” you replied, your tone bleeding with sarcasm. “That’s my peace treaty. I know Mel and Jayce will feel awkward if they ever discover that they’ve arranged old flames as partners, so let’s just forget it. I assure you it’s nothing that could endanger the quality of this project.”

Let’s just forget it. You were right, as you had always been, and yet…

I've already forgotten you, Viktor, you said inside his mind, a smile that once had left him breathless now hurting him in the unspoken truth that now you were better without him.

Of course, you were better without him.

Yet, Viktor couldn’t help but seek your left hand accommodating the deep V line of your dress for the poignant sight of a band on your finger.

“I’m not a passionate teenager, Miss Favred," he said, his tone devoid of any warmth. "I assure you I'm not interested in dwelling in the past. So rest assured, I won't embarrass you." It was totally unconscious that his voice dripped with contempt.

You curled your upper lip. “You’re such a fusspot, always the victim.”

Viktor inhaled sharply. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing,” you spat, taking your skirt with your fists as you were ready to stalk away.

The parallels made his heart squeeze in a painful grip. Was history about to repeat itself?

Before his brain could recollect the action, Viktor had called your name, hand extended open as if wanting to touch you. “Wait—” As if he had something to tell you.

You ignored him, stopping when Jayce approached you both from the complete opposite direction Mel and he had gone at first. Also, you couldn't point out if the dark marks of brown smeared on his face were just a plaything of the lightning or marks of kisses.

“Are you leaving so soon?” Jayce told you, hand over your shoulder.

“Yes,” you told him with a smile, completely ignoring Viktor. “My feet hurt and I’m afraid I haven’t recovered my sleep schedule since my return.”

"Well, maybe Viktor can walk you home?" he offered. "For what Mel told me, you live near his apartment." Not that he had moved a lot since you left, but seeing the surprise in your eyes felt like a little victory.

“No,” Viktor and you said at the same time.

“I mean—,” you started.

“I want to stay a little longer,” Viktor said. "As I should be open to enjoying these celebrations more. Hextech anniversary only arrives once a year!" He tried to laugh, but Jayce looked at him with such a concerned frown it was hard to keep his act. Your contained snort wasn't helping.

“Vik… I think you’ve had far too many drinks.”

He glared at Jayce for what felt like the thousandth time. "I'm fine, Jayce—”

"Well, goodbye!" you chirped, getting on your tippy toes to kiss Jayce's cheek, and then, forcefully, approach Viktor and give him a goodbye kiss, too. More like a rude smack, with how forceful you were.

"Tomorrow, eight sharp," Jayce told you, poking your side with his elbow. "Viktor doesn't like it when I arrive late."

“I can’t wait,” you beamed, eyes boring into Viktor’s. As if daring him to say something.

"Me either," Viktor lied.

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Viktor was never one to catch feelings easily, but when you came into his life from being a good friend of Jayce, he began to feel something new.

When Jayce introduced you to him, he didn’t know how to react to your bubbly air headed nature, it was new. Sure, Jayce is charismatic, but he didn’t shine as bright as you did, you could light up the whole room with a personality like that.

Maybe you weren’t the smartest, but you were an amazing listener, and things didn’t seem to get to you very often. Usually just in one ear and out the other, but when you were interested, your body language changed, anyone could tell you were paying attention, even if you usually didn’t fully understand.

You’d turn yourself towards him and lean in again or prop your elbows on the table and put your chin in your hands, kicking your feet a bit, and it was when you would ask most of the questions.

“What’s that?”

“What, a Hex Core?”

“Mhm! I dunno what that is, Sorry.”

“No need to apologize, I understand not everyone has the same knowledge. Ehh, a Hex Core is an adaptive rune matrix with Hextech in the middle…the potential for ultimate advancements in technology!”

“ohhh!… what?? I dunno what that stuff is either, i mean, i know what runes are but…what’s…all the other stuff??”

Viktor took a minute, how would he explain this without making you feel like you had less and less knowledge? He would never want to hurt your feelings, you were too pretty to be sad.

“Hextech uses magic to create artifacts, it’s made up of a special crystal. It can do all kinds of things, not just for me and the hexcore is full of hextech, which means it has all kinds of that magic.”

“Sounds like a lot of math, which i’m not good at. I think I’ll stick to less complex things and let you handle all of that genius people stuff”

You were really the only person who could distract him from his work. He had completely forgotten about the papers in front of him, his focus was on you, even if the papers were the thing you asked about. He realized he doesn’t ever really ask any questions that he had for you

“May I ask you an…odd question?”

“hm, of course! just make sure it’s not too complicated of a question? really big words get me all confused…”

“Of course of course. Those nails of yours, are they real? like, your actual nail? they’re quite long.”

“What? god no, these are made with powder polymethylmethacrylate and a monomer liquid!”

You turned over you hand and tapped on the underside of your nails, Viktor was a little shocked from that long word you managed to string out describing the acrylic powder

“So…they are plastic?”

“Nope! You gotta put the liquid with a bit of the monomer and then put it on top of a guide, sometimes plastic? but I like to use my silicone one because it peels better, and thennn you put the whole thing under UV light for it to harden and they’re so much better than fake plastic nails! fake nails that are plastic feel so icky and come off WAYYY too easy. plus nail glue can fuck up your skin soooo bad!”

“ah, i see, so you know a lot about this topic?”

“Of course! if i’m gonna look pretty I have to be healthy and to be healthy i have to know what Im doing to my body! That’s why I like hate cOsMeTiC sUrGuRiEs cause like everyone is beautiful in their own way and the fact that people think they have to pay to be beautiful is really disgusting! everyone was made to grow differently, just because you don’t look like your neighbor or your pretty classmate doesn’t mean you aren’t pretty or attractive or perfect! But like Botox for headaches is fine, it helps with migraines!”

“I see you feel very strongly about these things, Is there a reason why? Perhaps a connection to memories in which it makes you upset about this topic?”

“Well…I just want everyone to be happy, you know? and if you hate yourself because you don’t look like everyone else…that’s not happy. The only thing that’s truly ugly or unattractive is the way we treat some people, and the awful things we say and do. Ugly doesn’t exist *on* people, it exists *in* people.”

You turned to Viktor after finishing a sentence, a small smile, the first real one you’ve seen, but you decided not to say anything, having an internal celebration instead of external. Celebratory of small victories(or should i say Viktories, okay yeah i’ll see myself out sorry), it was rare to see Viktor smile from what Jayce has told you.

“You are very different from me, and yet i enjoy the company you provide, it’s quite odd, with how different our knowledge is you’d think I would be annoyed with all your questions, but you also have knowledge I don’t. I do not look into what I wear or the lotions, soaps and sanitizers I put on my hands-”

You were quick to accidentally cut him off, suddenly remembering why you came to the lab in the first place, even when it slipped out on the way from your home to the lab.

“OHMYGOODNESS!! I tOTALLY forgot about that! Sorry, I didn’t mean to cut you off, but I wanted to say I got you some new soap because i was reading the ingredients and yours contained formaldehyde!! that’s probably why your hands are always so dry, that is so bad for your skin! I also got you some lotion because they’re so dry from that awful soap…”

You quickly dug through your purse, pulling out a large bottle of moisturizing hand soap and some hand lotion with aloe, quickly placing them on the desk

“I literally went to the market at like 8 this morning because I knew that’s when they first set up so like they weren’t all gone when I got there!”

“You did this for me?”

“pshhh, yeah! and i got my pet some more of those cute special treats, they only get sold like twice during the week and they’re all gone in like an hour. it’s so terrible if I can’t get my sleepy butt up in time to get some!”

“Are they truly that important?”

“Well, my pets are like…my family! they’re like my little babies and I would literally assault whoever the hell runs this universe for my babies?”

“I apologize, I was speaking about the soap.”

“Oh, oops! Yeah, I wanted to get you something nice, plus, all the really nice ones sell out so fast! Especially like when this huuuuge group of wives come through and buy like literally everything nice.”

"Group of...wives?"

"Yeah, like, you know, middle aged women who don't need so much damn soap?"

"Ah..."

he seemed to take a pause to think

"Why...for me? Why not for Jayce?" He asked, looking up at you

"What? Your hands are dry, Jayce doesn't have...all that as an issue...you know?"

He seemed surprised as he thought before laughing quietly

"How are you so sure what my hands feel like? I'm sure Jayce is very touchy...but you know, I am not."

You felt your face heat quickly

"Well, I- they sound dry! You know, when you rub your hands together and it sounds...dry, like you can't hear my hands unless I rub them together really hard!"

He chuckled softly at your embarrassment before standing

"I find it cute that you care. Thank you, Солнышко(sólnyshka)"

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Tags: enemies to lovers, slow burn, angst, dubious science, mostly canon compliant, no use of y/n, chemist!reader, eventual smut, masturbation

Cw: hangover symptoms, masturbation, unintentional boners (lol)

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Chapter 4: Cognitive Dissonance

It wasn't enough to take a cold shower. Ignoring the black plastic stool he kept in the shower—a tool for days when he'd had enough standing—Viktor stayed there, forehead pressed against the wall, as the icy cold water cascaded down his spine. After a few minutes of contemplation, he switched off the shower and, without even trying to get a towel, strolled over to the bed, leaving a trail of water on the floor, before lying face down on the mattress.

He nearly gave in to the need to scream into the pillow, and if he didn't know what cognitive dissonance felt like before, he certainly knew now. He always had strong feelings for you, just not on this end of the spectrum. Oddly enough, the feelings of rage and irritation weren't gone either; rather, they were feeding everything else.

A silk sleeping gown—that's all it took;  you are so weak. Oh but  there was much more to it. It was the way you smiled at him from where you sat, that cheeky smile that you had never given him before, the rasp in your voice when you called his name, the image of you walking over to him without breaking eye contact and bending over the table to write down the time... the stupid time, it definitely could have waited until tomorrow. 

That mistake cost him his sanity, and those images were now burned in his brain. He needed to do something about it. They would go away once he was done with it, he was sure. He turned to lay on his back, his hair still dripping wet from the shower and sticking to his forehead. He sighed loudly in resignation as his hand closed and his fingers arranged themselves to form his length. He was painfully hard; he had been for the past 30 minutes, so this would be fast.

His grip was light at first; there was no reason to be aggressive about it, and then something else came to mind—that image of you sitting on the puff again, but this time his brain focused on the way you crossed your legs. Those legs...he'd never noticed how—he inadvertently tightened his grip, a small grunt hitched on the back of this throat. Soon, he started to stroke himself slowly. At first, he intended to get this over with quickly, but now he didn’t want these memories to go away.

The reality of what had happened swiftly morphed into what he wished would have. Depraved thoughts of desires he didn’t know he had, and the stroking continued repeatedly, going at it with the longing of the body that was missing next to him (or on top of him, more precisely). Before long, the idea of your lips and the places he wanted them to be made him light-headed, his voice cracking into a gravely moan as he felt the warm liquid trickle down his hand.

“Ty mudák ” He cursed himself as he lay there motionless, noticing his bed was now soaked in what was probably a mix of water and sweat.

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When Lara woke you up the next morning, you couldn't help but marvel at how she was ready and up and ready immediately, and how the apparent absence of hangover symptoms in her made yours seem so much worse in comparison. Although you were used to strong chemical smells, the strong scent of paint solvent and whatever was burning in the kitchen added to the mounting pressure under your skull as you lay in the bed you had shared, staring up at the ceiling while your eyes adjusted to the light.

Though her creative abilities did not extend to cooking, you could have tried to eat more; her oatmeal attempt was passable, so you naturally did your best to force it down, more so for your own good. The pomegranate juice was nice, and the water was necessary. After one or two more spoons of cement oatmeal, you both started to change into your uniforms, and the memories of the previous night triggered by the tall-tale clink of the spirit bottles you were cleaning up made you draft up a self-satisfied smile.

Everyone's dissatisfaction with your tardiness vanished as soon as Lara's unbelievably bright energy filled the main halls of the academy, where you had promised to meet up with the rest of your temporary team-mates.

“Why hasn’t anyone entered the conference hall?” She asked.

“It’s occupied; we need to find somewhere else to work.” The guy from biology whose name you didn’t remember interjected before anyone could answer.

A small cacophony of different opinions and suggestions rang through your ears a lot louder than it actually was, and making up what everyone was saying proved almost impossible. You were comfortable not contributing to it until Asher said something addressing you directly.

“How about that café you two went to yesterday? I’m sure they can accommodate a larger group.”

“No.” Viktor spoke immediately, and judging by the expressions on everyone’s faces, they had all noticed the urgency in his tone.

“Why not?” Asher answered a little too defensively.

“Ask her.” Viktor said, followed by everyone’s eyes turning to face you, filled with curiosity.

“I’m not telling, and frankly, I am not concerned about where this meeting happens, we could sit down right here in the hallway for all I care."

After some sour looks and more back and forth about the meeting place that you abstained from participating in, it was decided that you’d all share your notes with each other and skip the talking part by working on your individual presentations for the day at the library.

As soon as you all got there, you expected the silence and solitude of being with your own work to be a relief, but it only made the ruminating thoughts in your mind more painful and the otherwise mundane noises louder. Hold back from banging your head on the dense wooden table, mouth dry, stand up to drink water, remember you don’t have any of your notes or books, roam the chemistry section to try to find something of use, go back to the table, notice how one of the legs is shorter and it makes your pens roll all around it when it moves, change to a different table, clicking, sneezing, graphite scratching paper, erasing, and crinkling. slurping, breathing… . 

“You are hungover.” Viktor’s quiet whisper startled you.

“No waaay…” You said, dragging your voice as you looked at him with dead eyes.

“Did you at least remember to correct the thing I asked you to? Or do simple tasks become difficult for you when you’re intoxicated?” he said with venom in his voice.

You stared at him quietly for at least a minute, during which you expected him to pull back. He didn’t.

“I did remember. Maybe if you weren’t so uptight, you would know that work and fun can coexist in the same brain."

“I’m not uptight."

"Sure, Mr. ‘I get red with anger when I see people having fun’.” You said, chuckling softly, “I could almost feel the heat emanating from your face last night, all that just because I had a couple drinks.”

Regrettably for Viktor, he couldn’t deny any of this without admitting to what he really felt (and did) the previous night.

“You don’t know me; don’t act like you know what I think.”

“Whatever.” You said, with a sigh that came a little too loud, as you started to stand up to leave.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He said swiftly, grabbing you by the wrist. ”We have to work on these presentations.”

“Let go.”

The warmth of your arm seared beneath his fingers, and the way he had held you allowed him to feel your heartbeat. He regretted touching you almost immediately, certain that the feeling of your velvet-soft skin against his would go down as another memory he wouldn’t be able to shake off. He let go clumsily, turning his head to try to hide the internal battle raging inside of him.

“Listen, I don’t owe you an explanation and don’t need your permission to leave, but there’s quite literally nothing for me to work with in here, all of my stuff is at the labs so I intend to go get it.” You said as you gathered your things and stormed off.

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It should have been quick. In-and-out and no one needed to know, but the theme of your life recently had been ‘how fast can Viktor get in the way of fun’ and this time, coming up at less than three minutes, was his new record.

 “Did you think no one would see you?” He said mockingly, appearing behind you almost like a ghost as you walked over to the laboratories.

 “Can you get out of my way for once?”

 “I am certainly not in your way."

 “You know what I mean. Why are you even here anyway? Are you going to tell on me?”

He shook his head, “I am coming with."

 “Why? Are you chaperoning to make sure I don't break anything?” You said narrowing your eyes. 

 “I need my notes as well.” He said with a tone that seemed oddly sincere. You sighed in resignation.

 “Fine.” You said already starting to walk again.

 You both tried your hardest to move as silently as possible, and before you knew it, you had arrived at the chemistry lab. While you frantically searched for the necessary journals and notes and quickly placed them into the cross-body bag you had brought, Viktor stood by the entrance. You waited in silence at the door for a beat or two to make sure no one was coming, and then walked about ten more steps north to the hextech labs.

 This time you were the one to stand guard, and it would have gone exactly the same way if the faint sound of multiple steps and voices that seemed to belong to people you didn't know, hadn't echoed from the end of the interminable hallway. You gave yourself permission to panic for half a second before hurriedly entering and shutting the door as quietly as you could. Viktor could see the terror on your face clearly enough for his mind to begin spinning, but you were faster than him. As soon as your eyes landed on the cleaning closet, you ran over to it, making sure to link your arm with Viktor’s and drag him with you.

 The timing was almost as impossibly tight as the space in that closet; you hadn't even had time to take a breath before you heard whoever was walking around open the door to the lab and walk inside.

 “...just wait for a second, will you?” one of the voices said, seemingly exasperated.

 “It was nothing, see?"

 You were starting to feel light-headed, although you weren't certain if it was due to the fact that you had been inadvertently holding your breath, or rather the tight feeling of Viktor’s chest pressing against you. Whichever it was, it had been decadently mixed with the headache-inducing smell of cleaning supplies and a much more appealing (and recognizable) saffron and leather.

 “Something could have broken; just let me look around to make sure."

 The constricted feeling hadn't escaped Viktor either; it was, unbeknownst to you, a much more pressing matter for him. The fervor started where your bodies touched—chest and arms. It could have been natural and justifiable if his boiling blood hadn't traveled up to his face to become a searing blush and all the way under his belt. You would notice, and it would be the most humiliating moment of his life, so he did everything in his power to pull his hips away by at least an inch; enough space for a sheet of paper would've been enough, but it was this obvious attempt that doomed him. Even though at first you were too preoccupied with trying to listen in to the conversation happening outside to have noticed, your attention was pulled in to what was happening inside when you felt Viktor struggling to move. 

 “What are y—” Was all you were able to silently mouth to him before you felt what he was trying too hard to hide.

 Oh.

 What could you even do? Making fun of him was out of the question; you didn't dislike him enough to be that foul. Ignoring it was useless; his face told you he noticed that you had noticed. All those thoughts were gone in a span of milliseconds when your body reacted on your behalf. The enormous flock of birds flying inside your stomach, your mouth dry, and the heat in your entire body took place over your previously undisturbed demeanor, your heart suddenly beating louder than the voices outside and even your own thoughts.

 You looked up at Viktor without saying a word. Not like you would've had something to say, but any of the quips you usually had ready to go seemed to have vanished, and his own expression, laced with panic, made you not want to say anything at all. Soon enough, the sound of the people closing the door as they left the lab served as a welcomed relief. After some seconds of safety buffer, you opened the door of the closet, and Viktor almost ran out as soon as a sliver of room was spared. He picked up the two journals he had left on the table closest to him when you had dragged him in the closet and turned to look at you, still standing under the threshold of the closet door.

 “One word about this to anyone, and I will murder you in your sleep.”

 Viktor's anger was almost comforting since you were afraid he would feel embarrassed, and things would turn strange and awkward. You would take rage over that any day, so this reaction was the best-case scenario. The stiffness in your shoulders subsided as you cracked a small smile of relief and pretended to zip your mouth shut.

The walk back to the library was sepulcral.

[goldnhourwrites]

I was really curious what the AO3 stats for League of Legends are so I did some digging and decided to put it here!

The "League of Legends" fandom tag covers the game itself. Arcane has its own fandom tag, as does League of Legends RPF, although as you can imagine LoL and Arcane have significant overlap.

4,738 of the fics tagged with the fandom League of Legends are also fandom tagged as Arcane.

There are 18,321 fics in the LoL fandom tag.

6,424 of them are tagged M/M, 6,361 are tagged F/F, 3,828 are tagged F/M, 2,001 are tagged Gen.

The most tagged characters are the Arcane squad: Vi (3,084), Caitlyn (2,952), Jinx (2,942), Jayce (2,016), and Viktor (1,914), broken up only by Kayn in 5th place (1,958). They're followed by Lux (1,818), Akali (1,690), Ezreal (1,680), and Ahri (1,662).

The most tagged relationships are Caitlyn/Vi (2,286), Jayce/Viktor (1,111), Lux/Jinx (924), Aphelios/Sett (699), Akali/Evelynn (649), Ezreal/Kayn (496), Ekko/Jinx (386), Graves/Twisted Fate (382), Jinx & Vi (364), and Diana/Leona (352).

The most common tags are Fluff (2,433), Angst (1,808), Hurt/Comfort (1,256), Smut (1,068), and Modern AU (1,025).

i just think they're neat :) stats were fun to check!

[balsamfir-fics]

a hope redefined (prelude)

Genres: angst, post S1 canon, more angst, romance, eventual smut, established childhood crushes to strangers to lovers, post-pining, becoming machine herald (sort of), eventual dad!vik, political tensions, growing up, the human condition

Pairing: Viktor/AFAB Reader

Warnings: series will have eventual smut, mentions of difficult pregnancy/injury/civil war. this prelude mentions spicy activities.

Summary: Viktor shouldn’t be alive.

He shouldn’t have survived the blast of the Council attack, and even if he did his sands of time should have soon run out. And yet here he stands, part man and part machine, in a future he never planned for and an augmented body he never expected to have.

With no template to follow, Viktor forges a new path towards happiness as he grapples with reconciling the man he once was and the man he could become. Complicated as this path may be, he knows better than to waste an opportunity to spend his remaining years with you, the person he’s kept in his heart ever since you were children. Amidst the chaos of an antebellum Runeterra, Viktor finds his freedom, his future, and his family.

Chapters: Prelude

Chapter Word Count: ~1.3k

Author Notes: Unedited. Threequel and final part to a hope never forgotten and a hope at risk. This can be read independently of its predecessors, though reading those first will better contextualize Viktor and YN’s relationship. Previous fics summarized below if you don't have time to read them!

Prequel summary: YN is Heimerdinger’s adopted daughter; YN and Viktor are childhood friends who grew up together between the ages of 10-16 and separated at 16 immediately after an unspoken confession of love. The uncertainty and cowardice of youth prevent YN from keeping contact until twelve years pass. Over the next five years the two keep orbiting each other, gravity pulling them closer, until Viktor’s hospital stint as per Episode 5 forces YN to reckon with their lifetime of love. The end of A Hope Never Forgotten sees Viktor’s seventeen-year-long hope and longing fulfilled.

A Hope at Risk follows canon for episodes 5-9 of Season 1, with some references to LoL lore for post-Season 1 events. Viktor hides his prognosis and the nature of his Hexcore experiments from YN for as long as possible, until his life is in jeopardy after the Council attack and YN finally finds out. YN and Jayce share the decision-making burden in not destroying the Hexcore so that Viktor's life can be saved. Viktor withdraws while processing all of these black-swan events (Hexcore integration, new city of Zaun, his Zaunite and Piltovan identities, etc), but hopes to work through his demons enough to return to YN. In the meantime, he moves to Emberflit Alley in Zaun where he hopes to rebuild who he is and figure out who wants to be.

If missed, the prior work notes that Viktor refers to YN as 'Sparrow' sometimes, which is because he finds her lively and likeable.

This last work refers to Arcane Season 1 canon first and foremost, then interprets post-Season-1 events by incorporating elements from older LoL lore. The majority of this piece will not follow Season 2 canon as it's not out at the time of writing, but Viktor's plotline in this work is written to be as plausible of a Season 2 fan theory as possible.

The first work in this series deals primarily with hope as per the title; the second deals with themes of loss and survival. Both are about decisions made and avoided. This final work reckons with recovery, rebirth, and rebuilding.

Hope, as the past five years has taught Viktor, is not quite the out-of-reach temptress he once believed it was, but rather a willful act of empowerment that even he is entitled to pursue.

It’s a bit of an odd lesson for him. During decades of wanting, but not having, he thought perhaps hope was a thing intended only for others — never him. He now thinks back to those days, remembering his own failure to quell the little flickers he felt, despite what he considered to be careful, methodological, and supposedly fool-proof efforts. How could his sixteen-year-old self, shown blissful perfection for mere minutes before having his heart torn away from him, ever have fathomed that there was something that came after despair? How would he, at 28, know that the little flame of hope he forgot to extinguish would grow to a blaze of success? Even more important — how could he have ever known that a sickly boy from the undercity could be given a second lease on life?

These second chances he never expected to receive (and one, even, that he still struggles with accepting) are the reason he is here today, he reminds himself. And here so happens to be in the arms of your post-coital form, watching as you struggle to calm your breathing. This affirms two things that he thought to be impossibilities: you’re his partner, and he’s — somehow — alive.

Such boons come with their own set of costs, of course. The cool metal of his peculiar augmentations serve as a daily reminder of what he gave up for science, for life, and for society. In part, he surrendered some of his humanity; though he's grateful to live another day in your presence, something that nearly feels sentient lives within him as sustenance. Nevermind the brief euphoria he felt running at the docks; the Hexcore might be a curse, he thinks, but it saved his life. In other ways, he lost control over his moral sensibilities; the breaths he’s allowed to take now were given to him against his consent, and the corrupted Hexcore remains, undestroyed, within him. Skye’s life was taken by the very thing keeping him in the mortal realm, and he endures the guilt of her death with every second his life goes on longer than hers.

He’s spent the greater part of the past few weeks in agony, mostly of the emotional sort as the foreign, willful hum of the Hexcore inside him makes quick work of healing his most severe injuries. Tormented by his conscience, his fear, and a profound sense of losing himself, Viktor knows he’s made a series of hurtful decisions to part from his entire family in Piltover. He knows that some of these relationships will have seen their heyday and may be beyond repair — not for lack of effort, but by the predicament of the turbulent political climate created in the aftermath of the Council attack. But such efforts must be taken one step at a time, one person at a time. Fixated on working on himself so that he might stand by you as his full self and not a broken, conflicted version, he furiously set plans in motion no matter his uncertainty. At his first sign of some satisfactory progress (to his standards), he allowed himself the small luxury of reaching out to you. He’d intended to only start a conversation, hoping to restore the full effect of your relationship as best as one might during a powder keg of a political situation. At most he’d expected that you might see each other in a few months to a year after letting letters and counseling do the work of rebuilding.

Naturally, you (fearless, fearless you, Viktor thinks) showed up on his doorstep at first chance instead. He would never complain, but after two nights of your warmth in his bed and the impossible pleasure of your daily company, the worries that prevented him from seeing you earlier seep back in.

As if you can sense his rising anxiety, you stir against him now after having come back down to Terra. He smiles at the dazed, incomprehensible murmur you make with your lips against his bare shoulder. You ease him, somewhat, but the kernel of worry remains. Viktor presses kisses to the top of your head. You tighten your arms around him, blinking back into reality under the dim Zaunite glow that filters into his bedroom.

“It’s still early,” he hums. “I’m sorry I woke you for…” (You raise your eyebrows knowingly, pressing naked self into him more intently). Viktor elects to finish his sentence carefully. “…For certain activities.” He coughs, making you smile at the dichotomy of his bashfulness after rather intense morning spent with his face between your legs. “You should get some more rest.”

Never one to be told what to do, you frown slightly, then prop yourself into an elbow. But Viktor is adamant you take care of your health (never mind that he’s notoriously bad at doing the same for himself), especially in these polluted depths. Pulling you to the washroom for the loo and a quick rinse, he then leads you back into his small bed for a few more hours of shut-eye. Later when he tries to wake you for a tardy breakfast, he chuckles at the trail of dried saliva you hurriedly wipe away — at least it’s a strong indication that you’re able to sleep soundly despite the constant bustle in the streets of Zaun. His small unit is a far cry from the sweeping wings of the Heimerdinger Estate that you’re accustomed to, and it’s still much less comfortable than even his modest apartment back in Piltover. In the least, he’d managed to pull together a rudimentary air filter from spare materials he brought with him from the academy lab and hopes that it lasts long enough for the duration of your stay.

Then he realizes something. He has no idea how long you’ll be here in Emberflit Alley with him. Hopefully not long, he thinks. Not because he wants to stop seeing you, no — rather, Zaun is no place for a Piltovan at present, and the small alley he’s in now was chosen for its seclusion instead of its relative quality of living. The dangers to you in the former undercity are many; if not to your health by means of pollutants, then by the constant stirrings of war that are whispered in the streets, emboldened by the Council attack and the topside confusion that remains unresolved. The pit in his stomach grows. You shouldn’t be here. No matter how much he would prefer to bask in your presence.

Nonetheless, you are here and these precious minutes are not to be wasted. You sit up, concerned by the change in his expression as thoughts race through his brilliant mind. “Vitya?”

“Hm?” He shakes his head slightly as if to rid himself of his thoughts, then pushes himself off of the bed to lean against his crutch. “Ah, I made a quick meal in case you might be a bit peckish. It’s not much, but it’s enough.”

You survey him, waiting to see if he might share what he was thinking of. Viktor merely tilts his head in the direction of his kitchen with a half-smile. He waits patiently as you grind your teeth in your decision to stay in bed longer or satisfy your hunger, electing to savor the moments he can with the extra time he’s been given, and pushes away his niggling concerns for now. His leg twinges as if to remind him who he has to thank, but when you slot yourself into him and support his side (arm wrapped tightly around his waist), he melts into your warmth and feels his worries — temporarily — fade into the background.

The road ahead might be immensely difficult and fraught with tragedy, he thinks. But mornings like these make it all worth it. As he wraps his own arm around your shoulders and nestles your head onto his, Viktor silently vows to help ensure that you and Runeterrans — all Runeterrans, not just the privileged few — get to have a future filled with such mornings.

[league-of-legends-hcs]

Viktor x fem!Reader bj

Warnings: 18+, smut, Dom!Viktor, oral

I want to suck viktors dick so bad... like hear me out on this one right...

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You're kneeling before him as he sits in an armchair, legs spread and pants undone, his cock straining against his thin underwear and you can see a little wet spot from where the precum seeps through from just how much he needs you... how much he needs to feel those velvety lips wrapped around his aching length, how much he needs to feel your tongue swirling around him... mnh... you drive him wild just looking at him like that... that hunger in your eyes...

And you are indeed hungry.. with precise movements you pull his boxers down, mindful not to touch his cock in any way. You wanted all the pent up frustration, all the stress that he had put himself under to break through. You thoroughly enjoyed him being like this. Especially when he was finally giving you the attention you were craving so much.

"Darling..." he mused, his long fingers tilting up your face gracefully, "if you keep toying with me like this, I will have to put you in your place..."

A pleasant shiver ran through you as you put your face onto his thigh, your hands lazily drawing patterns on the inside of them. With the most innocent face you could muster you said "I have no clue what you're talking about...", blinking a few times.

But today was not one of the days he had the patience for your teasing. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment, cursing under his breath. Fuck, that sent a shiver of excitement down your spine.

"You leave me no choice then.", he told you in a deep, raspy voice as he opened those deeply golden eyes. His pupils were blown wide, his gaze seeping with Lust. Then, he grabbed your hair and tugged you to look up at him. "Open your mouth for me", he demanded, letting you feel that this was not a request. He was giving you another chance to be good.

And knowing what stress he had been under, you relented, opening your lips, placing kisses along his dick. A pleased sigh left Viktor, his grasp on your hair getting a little lighter. "My good girl..." he praised you when you took his tip into your mouth, groaning once you also started stroking him.

He tried looking at you but that mouth of yours... it just felt so good... so good that he couldn't control himself. He began to move your head up and down... at a gentle pace at first. "Forgive me, my love.. I cannot.. fuck.. help it.."

You began to move a little faster too, his sounds making your mouth water. By now you were almost drooling around him... and damn did that turn Viktor on even more.

You were his. His to see like this, his to play with. To love and worship. His to fuck mercilessly.

His hips began to move against you, chasing the sensation you were giving him.. and now he became rougher too, thrusting into your throat, revelling in those gags and muffled coughs. The power and pride he felt right now were intoxicating him almost as much as those watering eyes of yours did.

And when you could feel him twitch inside your mouth you couldn't help it but moan, getting Viktor to chuckle while holding you down with every little bit of his cock neatly pushed into your mouth and throat. Your nose was pressing against his abdomen while he swore out in his mothertongue, his hands pushing you there while his nails dug into your head, fingers tangled in your hair.

"Yes... be good.. stay there... be good for me.. FUCK!", he pushed out in between shallow breaths before reaching his peak, cumming down your throat, hearing how your gagged and sputtered around him.. and even if you were close to blacking out, he wouldn't let go until he finished. And once he did, Viktor would carefully pull you off of his dick, looking at you with nothing but adoration in his eyes while you kept your tongue out for him, showing him what you had left of his cum.

He smiled and caressed your cheek. "You're so sexy..." then he pulled you up and kissed you deeply, not caring about tasting himself on you. Once you were seated in his lap, Viktor wrapped his arms around you and put his head onto your tits, his eyes closed when he sighed happily.

A few moments passed by, you stroking his hair while he was resting before his raspy voice filled the room. "How about we move this to the bed.. it's my turn to make you feel good now."

I was thinking about doing a version where reader keeps being a brat but Idk. Hope you enjoy reading! Feel free to drop an ask!

[vviolets444rroses]

REQUESTS?

hi my loves😽,

if you happened to make a request within the time that i was gone, i will TRY to fulfill every one. however, some requests are of things i might've forgotten about (LOL). like a book or movie, yeah? please be patient. i'll be drafting posts before i post them when my summer break starts.

currently interested in writing about...

🗡️; deadly class... YES TO- marcus lopez, saya kuroki, maria salazar, etc! NO TO- chico salazar, viktor, etc...

🪄; harry potter... YES TO- most characters from each house (especially the slytherin boys!) NO TO- toxicity, ab*se, discrimination, & TBD...

⛓️; the 100... YES TO- bellamy blake, octavia blake, clarke griffin, etc! NO TO- TBD...

🕸️; marvel cinematic universe... YES TO- peter parker, tony stark, wanda maximoff, yelena belova, etc! NO TO- TBD...

🌊; outer banks... YES TO- jj maybank, kiara carrera, john b routledge, rafe cameron, sarah cameron, pope heyward, etc! NO TO- toxicity, ab*se, & TBD...

some interest in writing about;

julie and the phantoms, scream, cobra kai, the karate kid, the outsiders, books, etc... 💓

i really do hope i get requests about any of these topics because i would love to write more... i will always try to put the correct warnings before my writings, but most of my posts (if not all) will be SFW. for the most part, i do write in lowercase on purpose. the "NO TOs" are just things that i would hope not to get requested. like those type of plots, y'know? like i said, there will always be warnings if there are sensitive topics. some of the tags on this post are things that i will not personally post about... like if you seen a smut hashtag on here- i do not post smut here. mainly on wattpad.

BUT PLEASE DO SEND ME REQUESTS! I DO HAVE A FEW POSTS UP THAT MIGHT PEAK ANY OF YOUR GUYS' INTEREST.

love yours,

aiya🎧💝😸 (vviolets444rroses)

[vityaposting]

jayvik x transman bf reader :3? maybe like dysphoria comfort ((maybe with a little smut if you feel like it..,,.)) anyways BLUSHES i love viktor hes the loml ^_^ (i couldnt tell if you write male reader,, sweat drop)

hi i am SO sorry this took so long!! its been a hell of a week lol but i didnt forget about i promise!! and yes ofc i write male reader, esp transmasc reader, we’re so underrepresented in the jayvik fandom frfr. i wasn’t really feeling like nsfw for this one im sorry but i have some softness and happiness instead :3

jayvik x transmasc!reader — dysphoria days (sfw) (1400)

It’s nearly midnight when you hear the apartment door creak open, and you perk up just a bit, the day’s sorrows temporarily forgotten. The sound of Jayce’s laughter hits you first. “V, you’re a menace, I’m telling you. One of these days you’ll burn the whole Academy to the ground.”

He seems surprisingly energetic considering how late it is—his gaze lights up when he sees you waiting on the couch. Viktor follows him, shoulders drooping with exhaustion, but he gives you the smallest of smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

Viktor’s chuckle is scathing, but it makes your heart flutter anyway. “And you enable my behavior, so if they throw me into Stillwater you’re coming right along with me.”

Jayce clearly sees it pointless to argue, so he turns his attention to you. “Hey there, sweetheart.” You nearly fly into the air as he flops onto the cushion next to you, but a strong arm around your shoulders keeps you still. When he places an eager kiss against your temple, you feel your face burn. “How was work?”

“We missed you,” Viktor says quietly, settling down much more gently on your other side, leaning his crutch against the coffee table. “We made wonderful progress. Do you remember that equation I was telling you about—the one Jayce couldn’t solve for the life of him?”

Jayce shoots a halfhearted glare across the couch. “You fell asleep at the workbench during three separate experiments today. You’re one to talk about my work habits.”

“And I told you I’ll rest. There are two of you and only one of me, and I know how you both get when you think I’ve been up for too long, hmm?” His head lands on your shoulder, and his hand finds yours, long, thin fingers trailing across the back. You know what he’s about to say before he says it, but you find yourself burning anyway: “Solnyshko, you are so quiet. Something’s bothering you.” It’s a statement, not a question: he’s always been perceptive. And he certainly doesn’t like being lied to.

You can’t find yourself in it to try. “It’s been a rough day, I guess,” you provide by way of an excuse.

That’s all it takes for both of your boyfriends to zero their attention on you. Viktor’s quiet determination sharpens, and his grip on your hand becomes infinitesimally stronger. Jayce seems surprised to learn there’s anything wrong at all, but he’s threading his hand through your hair before you can blink, his golden eyes wide with concern.

“Sweetheart,” Jayce breathes. “What happened?”

“Nothing, I just—nothing out of the ordinary.” You feel a bit silly now, bringing up something that has always been a thorn in your side (or a hundred or so gigantic thorns in your heart, if you want to be accurate) but it’s a bit too late to back down. “I’d… been out to get the groceries. I was so excited at first, since I knew you’d both be home tonight and we could finally spend a night in and just be together, but when I went to check out, I made the grave mistake of speaking.” You laugh humorlessly. Viktor’s brows knit with sympathy; Jayce places a reassuring kiss against the shell of your ear. “And you know what happens when I speak.”

The cashier’s cheery tone rings in your ears again: have a wonderful rest of your day, ma’am! It’s the saccharine sweetness with which the word is always said it really gets to you, because it’s never malicious. It would hurt less if it was… but all it is is a reminder that in their eyes, you are something else entirely. The world sees a lie.

One word is usually all it takes for a steady wave of agony to follow. Your voice gave you away—but was that it? It was hard to avoid self consciously tugging at your shirt, changing your gait, squaring your shoulders. All these little things you did wrong. All these little things that made the rest of the world see something that didn’t even exist. Sometimes, you feel more like an illusion than a person, floating from person to person and watching them take in your fractured reflection.

Until you get home.

You don’t realize your breath has quickened until Jayce’s strong hand cups your jaw and forces you to look right at him. “Hey,” he says. “I get it, sweet boy. I really do. I’m so sorry you had to deal with that.”

“And you are more of a man than anyone who cannot see you for who you truly are,” Viktor butts in bluntly. “You are the handsomest and most beautiful person I’ve ever had the privilege to love—don’t start, Jayce, you know what I mean.” Jayce grins, biting off his joking retort. “And loving you is such a privilege,” Viktor continues. “My wonderful boyfriends… you are my greatest joys. I don’t know who else would drag me out of that godforsaken lab in the middle of the night.”

Jayce peppers kisses from the line of your jaw up to the corner of your eye, drawing giggles out of you all the while. “I could go on and on about what makes you so wonderful. Those people don’t see you the way we do. Would they ever stop to notice how your eyes change when the light hits them? Or how your whole face goes soft when you get complimented?”

“Pretty boy,” Viktor adds, just to test this hypothesis.

“You fluster so easily,” whispers Jayce. He runs his hand through your hair, twirling a few strands around his fingers, while Viktor trails a feather-light touch up your arm. Viktor stops at your shoulder before leaning forward to press a kiss against the hollow of your throat. You can’t help but draw in a shuddering breath as your skin lights up with electricity. You’re sure you must be glowing as brightly as the hextech contraptions in their lab.

“See?” he whispers. “Beautiful. Look at you.”

You want to protest, but with all the attention being leveled at you, you find you don’t have the strength. You can only relax further as Viktor takes your hand and presses five chaste kisses against your knuckles, and as Jayce leans closer to whisper in your ear. “You know, we could spend hours showing you everything we love about you, but I think we have dinner to make, don’t we?”

You manage a short laugh. “I’m not feeling well and you two just take the opportunity to tease me?”

“Teasing you is just a bonus,” Viktor huffs. “We actually just want to make sure you eat. I know you’d get on me about not having dinner.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Vitenka. You did have lunch, right?”

He makes a little ehh noise that forces a snort out of you. Predictable as ever.

“Yeah, I even brought something up from the cafeteria,” Jayce says. “It didn’t work. How about this. I’ll do the cooking tonight, and my poor malnourished darlings can stay here and relax, hm?”

“I’d like to argue, but I don’t think tonight’s the night,” Viktor says. Tucking his head into the crook of your neck, he draws patterns against the back of your hand, humming to himself. “I am terribly in love with you,” he mutters. “It’s honestly a little surprising. The both of you hit me like an airship hits a bird in the sky.”

“That sounds gruesome,” Jayce says. He kisses your forehead once, then Viktor’s and heaves himself off the couch. “Alright. Dinnertime. V, I’ll add extra spices just for you, and…” His gaze softens as it lands on you. “I love you so much, okay? No matter what.”

His perfect golden-boy smile makes your heart melt. “I love you too.”

He gives your shoulder one last squeeze before disappearing into the kitchen. For a moment, the living room is silent, but soon Viktor clears his throat. “The world is wrong about you. I know who you are. You are so precious to us, no matter what anyone else sees when they look at you. Everything you are,” he murmurs, “and everything you will ever be, I love you, crasafchek.”

You press your cheek to his hair, grinning like a lovestruck fool, a little grateful he can’t see. The sound of clattering pots and pans echoes from the kitchen—the domesticity of it all wraps you in a quiet peace, and you may or may not drift off with Viktor in your arms before dinner is even done.

[triptychgrip]

Post-canon Viktuuri intimacy: my love of writing the most tender filth imaginable

I think I'll always love writing post-canon Viktuuri smut, because in my fluffy little head, Yuuri and Viktor have the most filthy yet tender sex imaginable. It's particularly fun to write about their kink life, imagining what a few years' experience of unraveling Viktor time and time again might do for Yuuri's confidence...

If you've read my work before, I imagine you know I love writing Dom Yuuri. The most recent chapter of my married Viktuuri 2018/2022 Olympic Games fic -- Chapter 17, meaning there are only 4 chapters left until the end of part 1! -- features a pretty lengthy sex scene, and given the heightened emotionality of this particular day (i.e. the one right before Yuuri's last ever competitive skate), it was really fun to write.

It also includes mention of one of my favorite headcanons in the overall 300K+ word fic series: that Yuuri is not only a talented athlete, but singer as well. In fact, since gaining confidence in his skating as well as his relationship with Viktor, it's long been a dream of his to skate to his own music one day in competition. He finally does so in his last ever competitive season, which culminates with the Bejing 2022 Olympic Games.

Below is an excerpt from this most recent chapter, which I hope piques your interest in checking out this story or my other YOI works (which are basically all explicit...lol, what can I say?).

Note: content warning for explicit sexual content, Dom/sub power exchange

Note of context: on this particular day, Viktor is in a feminine mindset. She came out as genderfluid post-retirement, and sometimes uses she/her/hers pronouns

Given Yuuri's impressive stamina, Viktor decided to help things along by beginning to twist her wrist and pulled off for a few seconds so that she could administer a few full strokes.

“I love making you feel good…that’s all I ever want to do,” she whispered, glad when her husband opened his eyes so that they were looking at one another. “You deserve it, you were so beautiful yesterday. And not only your skating, but your singing, too.”

Her eyes actually grew wet when she said the words, but she knew Yuuri would understand the sudden onslaught of emotion.

Viktor had been hearing ‘Gold’ all season long, but never in a million years would she have guessed that Yuuri had recorded a surprise version of it: one that featured his own lead vocals instead of Yukimi’s. Though her love had skated to the sound of his own voice before (at the 2018 World Championships, in a tribute during her last competition), this was the first instance in which Yuuri had skated to a song of his own creation.

It had long been a dream of his to do so, and Viktor hadn’t even really been able to pay attention to the first thirty seconds of Yuuri’s performance yesterday, what with the way she’d broken down, sobbing. Her uninhibited reaction had been the subject of quite a lot of memes, but she couldn’t bring herself to feel even the slightest bit embarrassed. She hadn’t even realized that she’d grabbed Phichit’s sweaty arm – he had literally just come off of the ice after his own stellar performance – and had been grateful that he hadn’t minded when she’d begun to blubber all over him (then again, Phichit had cried a bit, too).

It spoke volumes about their relationship that even with the very wanton activities they were currently engaged in, a distinct softness entered Yuuri’s beautiful, gold-flecked and chestnut colored gaze.

“I could never have done it, if not for you watching me, Viten’ka,” he whispered, bringing his forehead slightly down to meet her own. “I’m so happy I got to surprise you like that.”

Viktor was proud that even as her vision grew blurry, she managed to keep up her ministrations. She giggled quietly at the sweet way her spouse kissed at some of the tears that spilled over, but the sudden heightened emotion receded, replaced with the earlier eroticism when she gave a particularly deft twist of her wrist.

“FUCK!”

She recomposed herself, bringing her mouth back down and attempting to fit the entirety of Yuuri’s dick inside. When it hit the back of her throat, she hummed, satisfied at the second loud thunk! that resounded.

“Ah! Vitya!!”

Viktor immediately pulled off with an unabashed slurping sound, but before Yuuri could protest, she sunk back down, taking his cock all the way to the back of her throat, yet again.

“Swallow around me, honey,” he ordered, the firm directive sending another heady pulse of fuzziness right to her brain.

She did so with enthusiasm, nearly losing her goddamn mind when her husband brought his hand up to her throat, lightly massaging it so that he could feel himself inside of her.

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Current WIPs (updating list)

Requested WiPs (will generally work on in order they’re sent in):

Heartsteel members with a Vastayan partner Headcanons: I’ve been doing research so I have a better understanding of the Vastaya!

NSFW A-Z with True Damage!Yasuo Headcanon: 😲😲 What’s this? Me stepping into other parts of the LoL Musicverse??? (Lol I know I do like almost all Heartsteel stuff but I am a fan of the other musicverse groups!) I’m gonna do my best to do this request justice for the younger sword DJ brother. (Funny that I haven’t even done one of these yet for Heartsteel!Yone.)

Heartsteel with Reader!Partner that has an obsessive habit Headcanons: So this is super relatable to me as someone with severe anxiety that causes me to have such habits. That being said, I’m going to take a bit to write this one since I know this can be a very sensitive topic. While I wholeheartedly think mental health is something that must be talked about, I want to cover this topic in a way that still allows for people to find my writing to be somewhat of a safe space.

Dad!Heartsteel Yone Headcanon: Specifically GIRL DAD!YONE!!!! Oh I am SO EXCITED FOR THIS ONE. I initially saw Yone as a boy dad, but the more I thought about it I was just like….. “Nah this Anon is totally right. I NEED to write Yone with at least one daughter! That’s too cute of a thought.”

Dad!Heartsteel Aphelios Headcanon: This I’m changing up from the pregnant!reader format I’ve been doing for the others. @milksuu (who I’m a big fan of) has such an EXCELLENT one of these for Aphelios already and I really don’t think I could/would add or change much of anything. So for this we’re doing Aphelios with a partner (reader) who is already a single parent!

NSFW Reader distracting Heartsteel!Yone to get attention when it’s fucking late and he’s working.

Non-requested WiPs (will work on as inspired):

Base-lore!Aphelios and Lunari Healer!Reader: I have the concept written down but I need to make an outline and such. I think this might be my next multi-chapter fic?

Something with Base-lore!Yone: This is just a brewing concept at the moment. A little angsty?

NSFW One-shot sequel to The One That Can Break My Heart (My FWB/Base-lore!Ezreal multi-chapter fic): 👀 Like I said in one of the chapters, I enjoy this universe and want to go back to it. Maybe my first attempt at writing smut. Lord help us all.

Kisses with Heartsteel Headcanons: I’m keeping the requested first kiss headcanon to just first kisses. This is more kisses in general.

Heartsteel with a fellow musically-gifted partner Headcanons: Listen as someone who was professionally trained in singing (pro choir and voice lessons), as well as took piano and viola lessons, I’m so excited to write this??

Heartsteel cuddle Headcanons

What it’s like to sleep with Heartsteel Headcanons: As in literally sleep in a bed with each member. SFW!

Some Headcanons for Arcane!Viktor: I haven’t written for him NEARLY enough.

I hope you’re looking forward to what is coming. I know I am! ☺️💙

[aevallare]

tagged by @anosrepasi!!! i am only doing this for my main fandom account because the other one is between me and god <3

1) How many works do you have on AO3?

66

2) What’s your total AO3 word count?

802,941

3) What fandoms do you write for?

currently bg3 is everything all the time. i've also written for mass effect, arcane, league of legends, dragon age, legend of zelda, fallout, kingdom hearts, stardew valley, and genshin impact

4) What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1 - kindred (baldur's gate 3 - astarion/f!tav)

2 - insinuations (arcane - jayce/viktor)

3 - doctrine (arcane - jayce/viktor)

4 - celestial (arcane - jayce/viktor)

5. a sycophantic, prophetic, socratic junkie wannabe (fallout - deacon/f!sole survivor)

5) Do you respond to comments?

when i can!! i'm posting three multi-chapter fics simultaneously so it doesn't always work out lol

6) What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

treason (fallout 4 - deacon/f!sole survivor) - sorry deacon lmao.

7) What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

i mostly write happy endings, but i think the happiest is probably doctrine because arcane s1 ended so sad that mine looks like a fairytale lol.

8) Do you get hate on fics?

haha

9) Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

yeah. what kind don't i write at this point

10) Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

not really

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

i've had whole fics stolen and concepts plagiarized

12) Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes!

13) Have you ever co-written a fic before?

yes!! i've co-written with @caspercryptid and @the-neon-pineapple in the past and i hope to link up with both them and @dishsaop in the future. i will also be giving astarion TWO weed-smoking girlfriends with @again-please :3

14) What’s your all time favorite ship?

never ask me this question again

15) What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

i finish every fic i start nowadays

16) What are your writing strengths?

sheer word count lmfao

17) What are your writing weaknesses?

smut is by far the weakest part of my writing i think though it's been getting better since i've trial-by-fired myself with the white boy of the century

18) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

i did it in sycophantic a fair amount because clara is danish but i also speak danish fluently. astarion also speaks elvish sometimes in kindred but it's purposefully not understandable.

19) First fandom you wrote for?

fullmetal alchemist or naruto

20) Favorite fic you’ve written?

every fic i've ever written is my favorite i shan't choose between my children (i love you pour one out)

i'll taaaaag @dwarfsized @again-please @caspercryptid @the-neon-pineapple @p-inkbrush @commander-krios @kittenintheden and @cursedhaglette <3