#Viktor headcanons
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Jayce finding out about your relationship with Viktor.
Inspiration: Part of my pet name headcanon (HERE) for Viktor! I just had to. The thought of this cute little interaction from the pet name “my most esteemed colleague” was just too good.
Character: Arcane!Viktor
Genre: Headcanon
Category: FLUFF (Ft. Jayce being a bit of a silly goose. 😂.)
Gender: Gender Neutral Reader!
TW: Small mention of alcohol. Swearing (because I swear lmao.)
Important context: Based on what I wrote in the pet name headcanon, I’m writing this with the idea of the reader being a professor at the academy (any subject). Also timeline-wise: this is before the end of the timeskip. Obviously HexTech exists, but Jayce isn’t a councilman yet or anything.
You and Viktor have only been dating maybe a couple months at this point. Your relationship is extremely new.
Not many people in your lives know. Not because you both aren’t happy or excited about this new relationship. It’s quite the opposite, in fact.
You two have never been so happy, but both of you are just fairly private people. Neither of you feel the need to be extremely obvious about your relationship in public. You’re both happy to save affection for those quiet moments alone together.
Someone who surprisingly does know? Heimerdinger. He knows because he’s the one who introduced you to Viktor at the academy holiday party last year. It was only maybe a couple months after you joined the faculty.
He immediately noticed you and Viktor both trying to discreetly check each other out during academy meetings.
“Discreetly” lmao you two were halfway to making heart eyes at each other already, let’s be so fucking for real. But he thought about it and realized you two would actually be really good for each other.
“Viktor, my boy, I’d like to introduce you to one of our newer colleagues here at the academy, Professor (Y/L/N). Professor (Y/L/N) teaches [enter subject] and is already responsible for some incredible projects. Professor, I’m pleased to introduce my former assistant, Viktor. He’s now working in our labs with Mr. Jayce Talis on HexTech.”
You couldn’t help but smile shyly at the tall young man who seems only a bit older than you are. He’s really quite handsome. And his EYES. You were pretty sure you could get lost in those amber eyes forever.
You realized you’d been quietly watching for a moment instead of responding, causing you to blush and stammer out a response.
“V-Very lovely to meet you, Viktor. I’ve asked Professor Heimerdinger to refer to me as (Y/N). Since he still won’t, I hope you will? I find Professor (Y/L/N) too formal for me, at least among colleagues.”
Viktor gave you a smile that made your heart flip. “(Y/N) does seem a lot more fitting, I agree. Happy to call you whatever you’d prefer (SMOOTH VIKTOR 😉). Now, while we were talking, I see they’ve set out the champagne. Would you like me to bring you a glass?”
“I’d love that, thank you! Once you return, I’d love to hear more about the intricacies of HexTech. Your work with Mr. Talis is fascinating and I’d love to understand it better, especially if I can hear from an expert.”
“Happy to talk about it, as long as I can hear more about [subject you teach] and your projects. I admit it’s not a topic I’m extremely familiar with.”
You smiled. “I’d love to tell you about my work, though I can’t promise it’ll be as attention holding as yours.”
Heimerdinger stepped in here, “You sell yourself short, Professor. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed our conversations about your projects. Now you two go enjoy yourselves. I’m going to go make sure people aren’t causing any trouble.”
The yordle had been alive long enough to know when two people have excellent chemistry. He noticed the intense sparks between both of you IMMEDIATELY and he figured it wouldn’t be long before the two of you were together. (Surprise surprise he was correct.)
You’d never had so much fun at a work function before that night.
You and Viktor ended up talking together the rest of the party and he walked you home. Turns out the two of you live fairly close to each other.
You and him quickly became friends, and it only took a couple months for him to ask you on a coffee date, which you happily agreed to.
And once again you and him ended up talking together for hours. It was the most enjoyable date you’d ever had. You’d never felt so naturally comfortable with someone before.
And Viktor wasn’t even upset about being away from work for so long (though he did have to create some random excuse to appease Jayce’s curiosity).
Soon one date turned into more, and before too long, the two of you were officially in a relationship.
This brings us back to the present.
Viktor always gets to his lab so much earlier than you arrive at the academy.
To the point you sometimes wonder if he’s slept there. (The answer is sometimes yes.)
But anyway, one Wednesday night when Viktor decides he isn’t going to sleep at the lab, he comes over to your apartment for dinner. And while you two are chatting, he can’t help but complain a bit about the coffee machine in the lab not working.
And while of course you are being a supportive partner and listening to him, it is kind of hilarious, but also concerning, to realize how much this man depends on caffeine to get through his day.
Like you knew he drank coffee. You were not aware how much coffee he consumed since he mostly consumed it in the lab.
As the two of you sit together on the couch, chatting while Viktor goes over notes and you grade assignments, you can’t help but muse out loud a little bit after another round of tired grumbling from him.
“Tomorrow is my light class day. I could bring you coffee and breakfast? Since I know you’re already at the academy before the local cafes open.”
He perks up at the thought.
“I don’t need the breakfast, just the coffee, my dear.”
That earns him a mock stern stare from you.
“Ah ah ah, I’m going to make sure you actually eat breakfast, damnit. Even better, I’ll eat my breakfast with you. I rarely get to see you in the mornings, so it will be nice.”
He can’t help but smile. It would be nice to see you in the morning, especially when he’s tired. You always brighten his day whenever he sees you.
You’ve been visiting him and Jayce in their lab occasionally since you and Viktor became friends, but due to both of your recent schedules, it’s been a while, like since before the two of you made things official.
“That sounds nice, yes. When should I expect you?” His voice is happy as he laces his fingers with your hand that isn’t holding a pen.
You can’t help but blush happily at the little gesture. Viktor becoming more and more affectionate with you in private has been such a lovely surprise.
“I usually get to the academy around 9 on Thursdays. Does 9:15 work for you?”
He nods. “You know my order, yes?”
“Of course, Vitya. But, I also want to go ahead and at least grab coffee and pastries for Jayce and Sky. Do you know their coffee orders?”
After noting down his lab mates’ orders, you happily go back to grading papers, now enjoying companionable silence with Viktor.
Once he decides to get home for the evening, you send him off with a gentle peck and a “I’ll see you tomorrow with breakfast, love.”
He’s blushing so hard on the way home omg. You made him so happy calling him love.
And so the next day, you walk into work with one of those drink carriers, a big bag with pastries, and a smaller bag with your and Viktor’s omelets.
After dropping off the non-essentials in your office, you make your way over to the lab section of the academy.
You knock on their lab’s main door before opening it, just to give them a little heads up someone is coming in.
As you walk in, you’re greeted with a happy, but tired, “(Y/N)!” from Jayce. You and him have become friends too since you became close with Viktor.
“Good morning, Jayce! I’ve brought the lab some treats since I heard the coffee machine is currently out of commission.”
“Did Viktor tell you? Oh my god, you’re my fucking hero!”
Speaking of Viktor, he’s nose deep in textbooks at his desk, but the second Jayce says your name, he looks up and smiles at you, getting up and making his way over to you.”
“Ah! There’s my most esteemed colleague! Come to save the day.”
You can’t help but giggle at the silly little name.
But out of the corner of your eye you see Jayce looking a confused and maybe even just a little bit hurt that Viktor reffered to you, someone he’s only known like six months, as his most esteemed colleague and not him, the man he literally founded HexTech with.
Not that Jayce doesn’t respect you. He’s thinks you’re incredibly impressive, but after all they’ve been through, damn Viktor that hurts a little.
Realizing that you have to be the one to smooth over Jayce’s misunderstanding somehow, you meet Viktor in the middle of the room, smiling as he takes the coffees.
As soon as he takes the coffees and the smaller bag with just breakfast for you two, you lean up and gently peck his cheek and offer him a “Good morning, my most esteemed colleague. I hope you haven’t been caffeine deprived for too long, Viktor.”
“Nothing that can’t be fixed by your generous gift and presence, my dear.”
Now out of the corner of your eye you see Jayce’s eyebrows immediately go up in surprise, and he definitely doesn’t look upset anymore. In fact, he looks super excited for both of you, sporting the largest grin.
He even calls out a, “Ah Viktor, they really are your most esteemed colleague, I see.”
You smile at Jayce as you go over to give him the pastry box while Viktor gets a little pink on his cheeks.
“Those are for everyone, Jayce, so I better hear that Sky got some too. Anyway, I suppose I am. He is mine as well! Careful of teasing though. I’ve given Viktor all the coffees to pass out, so he might decide to keep yours for himself.”
Viktor smirks at you as Jayce lets out a tired whine.
“Ah, I like the way you think, my love!”
Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed! Ahhh this was so fun to write. As soon as I put “my most esteemed colleague” as a “slightly silly but still plausible and cute” answer on the list of Viktor’s pet names for his partner, this idea immediately came to mind and I just had to write it. Having been in university, and then grad school, I’ve been colleagues with some pretty cool people. I also loved including the little first meeting and matchmaker Heimerdinger for this Professor!Reader AU! Shoutout again to my friend from college who is my beta reader for Arcane things because she also loves Viktor basically as much as I do (lmao I love my friends)!
#arcane#arcane viktor#viktor x reader#viktor#viktor headcanons#Viktor fluff#viktor arcane#arcane headcanon#reader insert#arcane fluff#jayce arcane#silly goose Jayce
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hii! since requests are open and all, do you have any thoughts about jayce walking in on viktor and the reader doing the deed?? i JUST cant stop thinking about it, would viktor be possessive, trying to cover you up with his own body or just straight up embarrassed. NOT TO MENTION jayce would be so fucking awkward about it and do something completely dumb like give a thumbs up after covering his eyes and apologizing jddbbdbdnskdbd
I accidentally made this way too horny
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Viktor x fem!Reader (MSFW)(18+)
Tags: Viktor being a bit of a bully | Viktor calling you a slut (affectionate) | messy sex | p in v| v fingering | getting walked in on and Viktor does not give a shit
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-It’s not often that the two of you find yourselves busy enough for a long enough time that you end up getting handsy in the lab. Viktor, for one, is far more content to lay you out in the privacy of your own home and have his way with you, ravishing you until you’re breathlessly begging for him to stop. Or give you more.
-But that night is a…special occasion, of sorts. It’s the busiest month of the year, for starters - finishing off all kinds of projects in preparation for presentation, hoping to gain at least a couple of sponsors to keep HexTech going for the next year.
-You’re no stranger to the stress your boyfriend is under, having kept him company through the years while you gently tried to care for him and Jayce. You’d only been friends back then, though.
-This year, you’re officially dating.
-Which means you wanted to do something extra special for him, to help him relax.
-And that just happened to be in the form of soft, sexy lingerie, hidden beneath one of your shortest, tightest skirts, and a loose, unbuttoned blouse. It was an outfit you’d caught Viktor ogling you in many times, even before you made it official. His gaze would often wander down your neck, trailing over every inch of exposed skin, down to where the edge of your bra just barely peeked out.
-It had been quite late when you’d shown up to the lab, late enough that even Jayce had thrown in the towel for the night and gone home to rest. Which was perfect for the plan you had in mind.
-Viktor had been distracted when you’d walked in, and you’d gotten all the way over to his desk before he finally took notice of your outfit.
- “You’re trying to kill me,” he groaned, collapsing back in his chair, running a hand down his face while he unabashedly took you apart with his eyes. “What are you hoping to get from me, miláček? Are you trying to bribe me into going home with you?”
-He reaches for you, then, his hands finding purchase on the soft of your hips, pulling you closer and closer until you’re nearly in his lap.
- “You know I can’t resist you when you dress in such slutty clothes,” he sighs, acting as though he’s entirely put-upon by your presence, and not stupidly turned on. As if you can’t see the obvious strain in his trousers.
-He pushes you back against his desk, rucking your skirt up in the process. The moment he sees what kind of undergarments you’ve got hiding, he nearly growls, sending a little thrill of excitement to your core.
-He pretty much bullies you out of your clothing, then, popping buttons viciously and shoving fabric aside, leaving most of them discarded carelessly on the floor. He teases you in a manner you might honestly consider a little bit mean, had you not been entirely prepared and hoping for this kind of reaction.
-He leaves bite marks wherever he can, little indents that you know will be tender in a couple of hours when he’s had his way with you. Teasing you with the soft lave of his tongue, only to make you squeak when the sharp of his teeth press into you.
-He slides his thumb over the obvious wet spot on your panties, briefly catching on your puffy clit. And when you jump slightly, whining at the sudden spark of pleasure, he decides, once again, to be a little bit cruel. Pressing down to rub hard, fast circles against you, making you gasp out and tremble beneath the sudden onslaught.
-So harsh it nearly spurs you into overstimulation, as more slick, sticky fluid drools out of you.
- “Look at you,” he mutters, finally slowing his ministrations to allow you to catch your breath. His hands find your hips again, quickly spinning you around to face away from him, sandwiching you between his body and the desk.
-You know what he wants.
-But…you want to hear him say it.
- “Hands on the desk,” he hisses, pushing gently down between your shoulder blades, until you’re sufficiently bent over. “And don’t move until I tell you to. Don’t come, either, or you’ll be leaving here unsatisfied.”
-You can’t help the whine that escapes your lips, arching your back and spreading your legs just a little wider.
-His demeanor changes, then, going from demanding to something sweeter. At least on the surface.
-He finds a seat back in his chair, and wastes no time yanking your ruined panties down your legs, not quite caring enough to fully discard them. He strokes a thumb through your slippery folds, dipping both the left and right into your drenched hole, pulling them apart to spread you open as wide as he can.
-You know he can see you clenching around nothing, leaking and dripping and trembling beneath his touch.
- “Look at you,” he sighs dreamily. “You’re so desperate to be filled up. I bet you’ve been planning this all day, haven’t you? Come up with your little scheme to come and visit me looking all pretty, hoping I’ll give in and fuck your slutty little cunt.”
-He pulls his thumbs out of you before you can reply, and brings his palm down on the meat of your ass, earning him a soft cry. He’s quick to soothe the area, kneading your warm flesh, before repeating the process again.
-It’s a punishment, you know, for disturbing him, for being irresistible and insatiable. It’s because he’s frustrated with work, and needs to take it out on someone. You knew full well what you’d be getting into this evening, and despite the fact that you’re about to start begging him to let you come, you’re happy.
-He loves you so well, and it’s a treat getting to witness him lose a little bit of his usual control.
-Your ass is glowing hot by the end of it, so much that you’re positive you’re going to be sitting funny for a couple of days. He’s four fingers deep in your slick pussy, spreading you impossibly wide yet still not giving you exactly what you want. He knows what you want, and no matter how much you whine and plead, he’ll only give it to you when it suits him.
- “Please, Viktor-” Another harsh slap to your ass. “Sir, please! Please fuck me - I want to come, I want to come on your cock. I’ve been good today, I-”
-He curls his fingers just so within you, and you can’t help the involuntary squeal that erupts from your throat. Your legs have long since given out, leaving you weak and pliable on the desk, not even able to close them in protest.
- “Sir please,” you beg, on the verge of sobbing. “I want- I only want to come with you inside me- please-”
-And like the bastard he is, he only crooks his fingers again, and again, and again. Filling the lab with the obscene sounds of him bullying your soaked cunt, hellbent on making you come despite that fact that he’d distinctly told you not to. He doesn’t care about the mess gathering on the floor between your legs, he doesn’t care that anyone out in the hallway would undoubtedly be able to hear your desperate noises.
- “But, I am inside you, no?” he quips watching in amusement as your whole body tremors under his ministrations. “Or are my fingers not enough for you? Are you that much of a whore that you can only come on my cock?”
-You dig your nails into the polished wood of the desk, so harshly that you leave little divots in the material. Tears budding in the corners of your eyes, threatening to tumble down your cheeks.
- “Please,” you sob, breathless, “Viktor please fuck me. I need you to fuck me. I need you to fill me up and use me, I need to make you feel good-”
-The air is tense between the two of you, as he rises to his feet and starts fumbling with the button on his trousers. You wonder for a second if you’ve made him mad with all your incessant begging, if he’s going to reprimand you for demanding so much of him.
-But then, his lips meet the small of your back, leaving a trail of kisses up the curve of your spine, all the way to your neck, where he presses an entire slew against your shoulders and cheek.
- “You do make me feel good, drahý,” he promises you tenderly, finally shoving his slacks down just enough to free himself from their confines. “You make me feel divine, with your love, and your support, and your unyielding kindness.”
-He slides the blunt head of his cock through your folds a couple times. “And, of course,” he tacks on, “You let me fuck you however I please. Whatever hole I want, whenever I want, you’re always ready to please.”
-You cry out, when he finally starts pushing into you, spreading you even wider than his fingers had. Slowly, slowly, easing his way deeper and deeper.
- He swears a little bit in his native tongue, words you don’t quite remember the meaning of, but that you’ve definitely heard before. Muttered while he works, hissed behind the back of snotty sponsors, whispered into the curve of your neck whenever he makes love to you.
- “You’re a treat,” he groans, finally bottoming out inside you. “So beautiful, perfect, hot and wet around me. Incredible.” He keeps you like that for a couple of seconds, simply savouring the way you feel, the way you squirm and clench and drip for him.
-But it’s not long before he starts moving. Tentative, shallow thrusts, easing you into it as to not overwhelm you just yet. His hands find your hips again, keeping you steady while he rolls against you. Gently, sweetly.
-Until some little noise you make flips the switch inside him again. He decides you’re sufficiently prepared, and his thrusts get harder. Faster, more precise. Stretching you impossibly deep, almost punching the air out of your lungs each time his hips meet the curve of your ass.
-It doesn’t take long until you’re strung out on the edge, so close to orgasm yet not daring to let yourself tumble over. Not without his permission, and not before he finds his own release.
- “Viktor,” you cry, limp on the desk while he takes his pleasure from you, using your pussy like some delicious little fuck toy. “I want you to fill me up,” you beg, “please, I want you to come inside. Come for me, I want to feel you-”
-His fingernails dig into the meat of your hips, leaving little crescents in your skin. You know he’s close, if his silence is anything to go by. Too far gone to form a coherent thought, too focused on chasing his pleasure to speak, only able to reply with a clenched jaw and a growl.
-And then, he stops.
-And too late, you realize why.
-You glance over at the sound of a door squeaking, only to lock eyes with none other than Jayce, one of your dearest friends and the work partner of your boyfriend, and oh god he just walk in on you guys-
- “I am so sorry!” he nearly shouts, staring for half a second too long before he finally realizes he should cover his eyes. “I- I just came back for- I left my notebook- I’m sorry!”
-He’s out of the room just as quickly as he’d entered, shutting the door loudly as he goes, retreating briskly back down the hallway from whence he came. You can’t help but stare at the spot where he’d just been, mortification slowly seeping into your very core.
-God, how were you ever going to look him in the eye again?
-How were you going to be able to keep any kind of professional relationship??
-And oh god, what about Viktor??? He’d just been caught balls-deep inside of you.
- “Of all the times for the mood to die,” you groan, letting your cheek rest on the cool surface of the desk. You fully expect your boyfriend to agree, to tentatively pull out of you, and for the two of you to get cleaned up and try again another day.
-And he does pull out. Briefly.
-Before shocking a gasp past your lips as he thrusts back in. Gripping your hips even harder than before, yanking your body back towards him each time his hips come forward. You’re embarrassed - you’re confused - you’re about to come.
- “Viktor,” you warn, only for him to lean forward, just enough for him to start rubbing small, fast circles over your clit with the pad of his finger.
- “Come for me, milý,” he says, begs, “Make a mess for me, let me feel you come.”
-And how can you refuse?
#viktor x reader#viktor arcane x reader#arcane x reader#viktor headcanons#though it's more of a bullet-point story#jayce shows up for like 0.5 seconds#the ace writes smut#why does the dirty stuff i write never show up in the tag
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Viktor, who smells like coffee and cedar, but also sometimes ash
Viktor, who's eyes are like liquid amber
Viktor, who's sly grin warms you to your very core
Viktor, who celebrates his victories in the way he stands a little straighter and he feels as though his leg hurts a little less
Viktor, who despite his shortcomings physically, is one of the most confident people you've ever met
Viktor, who clawed his way from the undercity and it far from weak
Viktor, ambitious, beautifully sculpted, intelligent and ever watchful
Viktor, who normally doesn't drink, opens a bottle of cheap wine with you and it still tastes like the best thing in the world as he kisses your slightly intoxicated lips
Viktor, who loves to cuddle but can't stay in one position too long without his body aching
Viktor, who would lay there for hours just to feel your heartbeat against his
Viktor, who loves you like he does with everything in his life, passionately and confidently
Viktor, who's cold fingertips touch you with such reverence, like it was you who could break from a gentle breeze
Viktor, who contemplates by pacing even after his body aches to the point of near collapsing because the movement helps him think
Your Viktor, the one you love with all your being
#viktor headcanons#viktor x reader#arcane viktor#viktor arcane#arcane imagines#arcane headcanon#arcane viktor x you#arcane viktor x reader#viktor x reader arcane#x reader#league of legends#viktor lol#lol viktor#league of legends headcanons#zomaeliet writes
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Hi! Could you write a Viktor x reader where Viktor accidentally drops some blueprints while walking and then the reader helps him and give helpful points abt the blueprints? Or just fluff lol. Have a nice day/night 💞
That's already pretty fluffy in my book Anon.
Pairing: Viktor x Reader
Tags: fluff, late nights at the lab, flirting, co-workers
A/N: Never too late or too early for a bit of cute Viktor.
Everyone knew Viktor stayed late for more work, but you stayed late to make sure he actually goes home
You didn't baby him but you knew how stubborn he could be
Viktor never asked for help unless he really needed it and you always admired that about him, he was smart but he knew when he couldn't do something all by himself
He has pride though, pride in himself and a lot of pride in his work
Doesn't ask for help when he drops his blueprints, in his mind it was his fault, he wasn't looking where he was going and ended up bumping into you
Must be that he's really overworked if he's making simple mistakes like the ones you point out
He isn't proud enough to argue when he clearly made a mistake
Actually he's a bit embaressed because not only was it easy to spot but also really dumb to make
Not mad that you pointed it out though, it would have been really embarrassing if he showed these faulty blueprints to someone
You're almost sorry you caught it now
He's cute when he's embaressed, in your opinion
Shame you won't ever get to see it then
#arcane x reader#viktor x reader#arcane imagines#viktor imagine#arcane headcanon#viktor headcanons#arcane x you#viktor x you#arcane fluff#viktor fluff#league of legends x reader#league of legends imagines#league of legends headcanons#league of legends x you#league of legends fluff
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Viktor Headcanons: dating a ftm!disabled!reader
➼ This is a very self-indulgent set of headcanons as a disabled trans man, but hey I hope you enjoy!
➼ Reader doesn't have a specific disability, I'm trying to be as general and inclusive as possible so a wide range of disabled persons can relate
➼ No beta we die like Silco
➼ Warnings: mentions of gender dysphoria
GIF does not belong to me! All credits to the owner
Mobility aids out the wazoo laying around you guy's room. Canes? Check. Walkers? Yep. Wheelchairs? You bet. Crutches? I could go on here people
He learns everything he can about your disabilities. I mean everything. Mans is staying up til the wee hours of the morning reading up on how to help you, general limitations from the disability, etc.
Will remind (and force) you to take breaks
"My love, you've been on your feet far too long. Sit down, I'll go get you a glass of water"
You're gonna have to do the same for him too, Viktor doesn't know how to take his own advice
The shower of course has a shower chair (if you need one) with everything within reach
Viktor keeps a section of clothes set aside for your bad dysphoria days. Whether that means baggier clothes, long sleeves, backup binders, his clothes that he always catches you stealing. Anything to try and make you feel more comfortable in your own skin
If you bind, he reminds you to take binding breaks. He'll make sure you can run off to your shared room to take that breather and not have to worry about people staring at you
Keeps easy food to make when you both don't have the energy to make anything
Your guy's bed? The comfiest ever. Lots of pillows, blankets, anything to help your joints and help you feel comfortable
Heat intolerant? Ac is cranked with fans. Cold intolerant? Well now it's the opposite
Uses his experience with hextech to invent new devices for you to help
"I know you said that you were struggling with your heart rate, so I made you a monitor. Small enough to wear under your shirt and it logs everything for a week so we can write it down. It also tells you what you were doing when it spikes or drops. Need some help putting it on?"
He's the first one to advocate for you, and the loudest. A building isn't ADA accessible? Oh, he's on it. Someone is being ableist? He has a sharp tongue and if all else fails, he has a cane too
You're both always there for the other's doctor's appointments. Viktor will drop his work to come with you (which is saying something since he'll deny food, water, and rest to continue his work)
He has a little trans pin on all of his clothes, it's one of his little ways to show you he loves you
If you ever get gender-affirming surgery, he's now doing his absolute best to take care of you while you're recovering. No heavy lifting, helping you get dressed, setting alarms to give you your prescriptions, fluffing up pillows (since you will be on bed rest for a while, doctor's orders), anything and everything he can do to make the healing process quicker and easier for you
"Y/N, if you try to get up one more time I will have to tie you to the damn bed. The doctor said no strenuous activity and to rest for a few days minimum. Rest, please"
Will loudly and aggressively correct people when they misgender you on purpose (he's nicer about it when it's a pure accident)
Can, will, and has yelled at your doctors before. Whether it was an appointment for your disabilities and they refused to take you seriously or if a doctor is 'not convinced' you're trans. Needless to say you never had to see those asshole doctors again
Helps you decorate your mobility aids, whether that be stickers, covers, or making add-ons for them (like a secure bag holder on your wheelchair, for example)
While Viktor isn't really one for shopping, he will happily take you to different shops to try and find you clothes that make you feel comfortable in your own skin. And of course afterwards you guys go out for a little treat, like ice cream or coffee
#arcane#viktor x reader#viktor arcane#viktor x you#viktor x male reader#headcanons#viktor headcanons
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“We should’ve left you in the basement” bitcH YOU DID??? VIKTOR BROKE HIMSELF OUT. YOU THREW SOME TINY LITTLE HITS ON LUTHERS CHEST N LEFT????
#the umbrella academy#tua#allison hargreeves#viktor headcanons#viktor hargreeves#diego hargreeves#five hargreeves#number five#klaus hargreeves#ben hargreeves#luther hargreeves
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Can you do head canons for Silco and Viktor with a super anxious partner?
Pairing: Silco x Gender Neutral! Reader, Viktor x Gender Neutral! Reader
Word Count: 289; 300
Genre: fluff, headcanon
Yes I can! Hope you like what I’ve written and I hope you all request for more Silco & Viktor content if you enjoy my writing style!
Content Warning: anxiety
Silco:
I feel like the man would incredibly patient and understanding with someone anxious. Have you seen the way he handles Jinx when she was stabbing his repeatedly in the face with his eye needle thingy?
So reassuring.
Feeling restless and questioning your every action? He senses it as soon as it happens and is quick to provide the comfort you need to overcome it. Everything else can wait.
Depending on where the two are, his actions differ.
If you are in private, he’ll look at you in your eyes with his mismatched ones and tell you that you’re perfect just the way you are. And that you shouldn’t care about what others think. He’d say those words so softly yet with so much conviction, you find yourself believing it.
“And if they have any sense of survival, they’ll keep their words to themselves.”
It wouldn’t be him without a quick threat to whatever is causing you such distress.
In public, he’d be more subtle in his actions. He would take your hand in his under the table and rub the back of it with his thumb. Very subtle in his actions but the comfort it there.
Also it wouldn’t hurt to flash a stern glare in the direction of the cause of your anxiety, especially if it’s a person. Would wave for someone to get rid of it if it’s an object and the same goes for the person if the time calls for it.
“Get it out of my sight.”
Wants you to know that you have nothing to be anxious about.
Loves you as you are and he wouldn’t change anything for the world.
“My lovely, you are perfect the way you are, everyone else be damned.”
Viktor:
He is a man of science. Of logic.
So trust me when I say he is not lying when he says you shouldn’t be anxious. Would say it in a way that sounds factual, as if it’s a math formula he’s written hundreds of times on paper.
He is patient as he listens to your concern and he understands it theoretically but is unable to truly understand what you have to be anxious of because he doesn’t see it.
You are perfect in his eyes.
Though he does his best to comfort you despite it.
He will cup your face in his non occupied hand and make you look at him as he whispers words of comfort to you.
“What others think of you shouldn’t matter my dear. If you aren’t harming anyone then why should they care?”
He is a problem solver at heart so when he is made aware of your anxiety, the first thing he does *after making sure you’re okay* is to head to the library and do all the research he can to help you overcome it.
He is slower to detect your anxiety cause the man is not the best at noticing things like this but he learns fast to make up for it.
In the comforts of your home, he’d sit you down and have you tell him about the source of your anxiety and he will debunk it without ever being dismissing of your anxiety.
In public, if he detects your anxiety flaring up, he’d come up to your side and hold your hand tightly in his. Letting you know that he’s there and will support you in any way you need him to.
“I’m here love, if you need anything don’t hesitate to let me know. I am here for you.”
If he’s feeling quirky, might suggest running away.
“If you want to, may I suggest allowing me to whisk you away?”
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𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘉𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵
How Arcane Characters Would Eat You Out...
Summary: A balanced diet usually consists of three meals a day. Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner. Which will you be joining us for today?
AN: The premise of these headcanons is that the standard three meals a day are synonymous with a corresponding intensity of sex. That intensity goes up as the day goes on. Breakfast is on the vanilla end of the scale, whereas Dinner is on the kinkier side.
Word Count: 1.2k
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, cunnilingus, oral (f receiving), mild praise kink, pet names, fingering, reader is def a pillow princess :), somnophilia, shower sex (is lowkey dangerous/do not try this attempt at home)
Characters: Fem!Reader, Caitlyn, Viktor, Vander, Marcus
THERE IS NFSW CONTENT UNDER THE CUT YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED
In the early morning, when the sun has just barely peeked from behind the horizon, Caitlyn would have you upon a mountain of Piltover's fluffiest feather-stuffed pillows. She’d carefully lay you back, and you would sink right into them, enough so you couldn’t quickly get up without her help but not so you wouldn’t have a view of the show. Caitlyn would maintain eye contact, delicately pressing kisses down your sternum, abdomen, and pelvis before finally making contact with your velvety lower lips. Both of you moan loudly and let your eyes slip closed as she buries her tongue in your folds. Caitlyn begins to nibble and suck at your clit. It feels like a delightful ascension to heaven every time she buries her face between your thighs. As she makes a meal of you, she also has a habit of wrapping her hands over your inner thighs, kneading and massaging the sensitive flesh. It also served the purpose of holding you steady as you become more riled up and sensitive. When she knows you're close, she’ll take two fingers and thrust into you roughly as she sucks on your clit. She’d goad you on, using her smooth voice to tip you over the edge.
“How beautiful! Piltover's finest pillow princess~” She’d say, the vibration of her words only adding to the weight of her ministrations. You’re already tipping over the edge when she pulls away to give you the command to come undone. Your walls squeeze tightly against her fingers, you can’t keep from grinding your sensitive clit against the palm of her hand, and you release the most ear-shrilling moan of pleasure as she encourages you on, “There, there. Cum for me, Darling.”
Most days, Viktor woke well before the city. He would carefully kiss your forehead and quietly leave for the lab without disrupting your sleep. On the rare occasion he’s unmotivated to leave bed before you wake, he will 100% use the opportunity to wake you with his mouth. He’ll assure you’re sound asleep on your back, gently moving you if he has to. Once all is right, he simply goes ahead with spreading your legs and gently removing your undergarments. The chill of the early morning air against your warm cunt causes you to stir, but not enough to completely wake you. With a clear path, Viktor wastes no time burying his face between your legs. He moans in delight, savoring your taste. His large hands hold your lower belly flat and still as your body starts to jerk with pleasure. A knot in your core tightens as sweet consciousness begins to consume you, and you burst awake as Viktor begins trusting his long fingers into you. Your skin is on fire, and by the way your toes curl, he can tell you’re close.
“Cum for me, my sweet.” He’ll hum into you. The sweet reverberations send waves of pleasure coursing through you. You’re moaning loudly at this point, trying everything you can to gain your sweet release. You grind hard on his face; feeling the tip of his nose brush against your clit is everything you need. You cum hard and fast. Your mind blanks, and you see white as you come down. “Good morning, love.”
Vander, most mornings, can be found polishing glasses before the Last Drop opens in the late afternoon. Usually, this is also when he restocks the tap and cleans up any mess from the previous night. Most mornings, Vander has no trouble finding work for himself. But, when he’s not too busy, and you’re accompanying him, there’s a good chance you’ll found bent over the bar counter. Your fists tightly grasp the countertop, grounding you as Vander makes himself useful, licking your wet cunt clean. His thick tongue fucks in and out of your lower cavern, devouring every drop of pleasure you have to offer. Vander is more intoxicating than anything you could serve at the bar, your head spins, and your walls clench tightly around him. Just when you think it can't get any better, he’ll remove himself from you momentarily, leaving you cold and empty. You whine at the loss of his warm mouth, but you aren’t barren for too long. He experiments by thrusting his thick index finger into your entrance, and you tightly pulse around him. Once he deems you ready, he replaces it with another finger, stretching you delightfully.
He fucks you hard with his fingers, and it’s not long before you feel ready to cum. Vander can feel it too. He leans down and continues to suckle and lick your clit until you topple over the edge. The simultaneous stimulation is too much for you to bear, and you arch off the counter as something in you snaps.
“I’ve got you, hun,” Vander sweetly comforts you through your blissful orgasm. His free hand comes and massages your ass as you come down.
Marcus was never one to skip a shower, especially since his job often found him in the filthy trenches of the undercity. As sheriff, he had to be up early, so you rarely joined him in the mornings. When you do, it’s usually for a morning shower. Groggy and heavily afflicted by morning wood, it wouldn't take long for one thing to lead to another. With his back facing the shower head, Marcus would hold you up so your sopping cunt was level with his mouth and your thighs rested on his shoulders. Beads of hot water splashed down on him, but that did little to deter him from savoring his morning coffee. His large hands drape over your thighs. One of them finds itself massaging a handful of the delicate meat of your thigh, and the other’s thumb circles your clit as he fucks you with his tongue. He moans deeply into you, savoring you. Your own hands find themselves tied up in his dripping hair, trying desperately to pull him closer as you find yourself climbing that familiar peak.
“Come on. Cum for me, baby,” He mutters into your cunt. The hand massaging your thigh drops suddenly. You immediately miss the warmth, but the disappointment leaves you when you feel his fingers come to circle your entrance. Two beautifully thick fingers push into you, massaging your gummy inner walls. You squeeze tightly against them, only serving to encourage your partner. Marcus fingers you faster, and you can feel yourself falling over the edge. You let out a blissful scream as your orgasm comes washing over you, Marcus only slowing his pace to help ease you down.
Next part: For Lunch - includes: Jayce, Silco, Cassandra, Vi
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The time of year is upon us my friends
In which I make more Jewish!Viktor x reader headcanons, High Holidays edition:
- Viktor isn’t much of a sweet tooth guy but he absolutely has a weak spot for honey cake around Rosh Hashanah cause it was the only time his family really could afford treats
— When you track down the recipe from his grandmother and learn how to make it, surprising him, the adoring look he gives you could fuel you till the next New Year
— ik I mentioned in my last post that in my head the rabbi in Viktor’s part of Zaun is absolutely a yordle so I am going to delight you with the mental image of that yordle handing you one of the Torah scrolls to carry/dance with on Simchat Torah
—both you and Viktor do get quite drunk on Simchat Torah and after a few dances (his leg starts to bother him) you pull him away back to somewhere quiet and private where you can kiss him and he strokes your hair, mumbling sweet things to you in Yiddish
—You talk Jayce into helping you build the sukkah on the balcony of Vik’s apartment in Piltover when he’s working late in the lab. Together, you eat there and watch the stars
— you decorated said sukkah in flowers and during one of those dinners, Vik plucks a flower out and tucks it into your hair. “There,” he says, cupping your chin in his hands, “you look lovely.”
#viktor arcane#arcane viktor#my fic writing#viktor#viktor headcanons#viktor x reader#viktor x you#viktor x y/n#viktor x reader arcane#viktor imagines
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Random NSFW Viktor Headcanons
Machine Herald Edition.
Includes: Viktor (as the Machine Herald) x Reader (Gender Neutral)
Warnings: dom, possessiveness, nsfw, begging, praise, toys, topping.
• Viktor is lowkey kind of possessive. He loves feeling like you’re his, and will often find himself begging you to let him cum in, or over you— depending on his mood, of course. Showering you in kisses, praise, and giving your body the respect it deserves is his #1 priority. No one is as beautiful as you, in his eyes. He can get a little jealous seeing you talk to other people, but at the end of the day, he knows you know who you belong to.
• He’s a full time scientist, not afraid of trying anything, and although he would rather use this energy to decipher the mysteries of the world, Viktor usually always gives in into your requests. You guys have a ton of sex toys— and he’s into that. Vibrating, moving, or even with sound effects (please, don’t ask) he’s open to anything you want to do to him.
• But usually, he’s gonna top the shit out of you. Especially after a long day of trying to figure a breakthrough out. He claims it helps him think better. With his new, enhanced body— physical limitations are no longer. A few of his favorite positions are doing it while he’s standing up and holding you mid-air, and letting you sit on top of him.
• He's still Viktor under all those upgrades, ignoring the metallic implants that exist all over his body— his face still looks just like it always did. The only person who's seen him after he went full on machine herald was you, hence, you're the only person he's willing to ever sleep with.
Writer’s Note: Something small to lighten the mood. I love robot Viktor, kind of a shame there isn’t a lot about him here. Writing is hard, dude. I wish there was a way to make my other works faster, ahh.. so many drafts... can't complete them all! I have like 4 more ideas and I stopped one midway. Got uninspired :')
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Arcane Characters + Universal Studios Headcanons
Hi!! I wanna be more active on here and since I've hit a bit of an artblock I've decided I'll do my second favorite thing which is headcanons!
As a Floridian, I decided to start with a topic I am quite familiar with which is of course, Universal Studios. In this imaginary situation they have the 2 parks 1 day ticket bc that's the one I usually use.
Also this would be a modern setting for obvious reasons.
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Jinx would 100% ride as many rollercoasters as she can. She rarely gets motion sickness.
If the lines weren't too long she would ride them multiple times all day long.
If they were, Cait and Vi would get sick of seeing her suffer through the long ass lines so they would just buy her an express ticket.
Ekko usually rides with her but he can only take so much.
When she was a little older, Mylo tricked her into riding Jurassic Park (85 ft drop). He thought it'd just be a mean prank, little did he know he created a tiny adrenaline-seeking monster.
She would also violently compete against Caitlyn in Men in Black.
Favorite Universal Rides : Rip Ride Rocket, VelociCoaster, The Hulk, and Men in Black
Favorite Park: Islands of Adventure
I get the feeling Vi would be a foodie. And I can't blame her, theme park food is a lot of fun to explore. (I spent a good chunk of 2018 binge-watching DFBguide)
She would always try to go to a new restaurant every trip, and you will most likely find her chomping on a turkey leg.
When it comes to rides though, she also likes her fair share of rollercoasters. Though, she tries to ride them in the morning off the bat so she could eat in peace without feeling sick later.
I do think she'd like the 3D rides a lot too! I can definitely see her liking Transformers and Spider-Man.
Favorite Universal Rides : Hagrid’s Magical Creatures Motorbike Adventure, Rip Ride Rocket, Revenge of the Mummy
Favorite Park: Universal Studios
Caitlyn likes the Wizarding World of Harry Potter. I know this is a bit on the nose because her VA was literally in Harry Potter, but it's a good combo between atmosphere, thrill, shopping, and treats.
I don't think Caitlyn is too into rollercoasters. I think she'd be more into rides with movement and a few drops rather than full on coasters.
The HP rides are mostly pretty tame in comparison to the rest of the coasters in the parks, so I can see her liking those the most. Gringotts and Forbidden Journey in particular.
I think she'd definitely be the most into shopping, her favorite park would probably be Studios due to this.
She likes going to Honeydukes with Vi, they like trying all the different sweets and treats together.
Lets Jinx win in Men in Black because she knows if she beats her Jinx will be annoyed at her for the rest of the day. If she's not going against Jinx though, she would absolutely annihilate you.
Favorite Universal Rides : Gringotts, Forbidden Journey, Men in Black
Favorite Park: Universal Studios
This poor man has a horribly weak stomach.
Jayce is NOT a rollercoaster fan. He is strictly 3D and dark rides only, with very few exceptions.
Hell I think the Gringotts drop might be too much for him. Not the first cart, but the second cart for sure makes him feel uneasy. (I am projecting, sitting in the second cart was not fun for me LMAO)
I think he and Viktor would have a blast looking into the behind the scenes part of theme parks, especially the engineering element.
If they're in Universal Studios Hollywood they would absolutely do the Studio Tour.
With the level of charisma he has, I can see him LOVING meet and greets. He really loves playing along with the characters. By the end of the day he'll have his little autograph notebook full of characters.
Favorite Universal Rides : The Simpsons Ride, The Amazing Adventures of Spider-Man, Transformers
Favorite Park: Universal Studios
Viktor doesn't really mind rollercoasters. He wouldn't die on them like Jayce, but he doesn't actively seek to ride them. Maybe if the line was short and the group wanted to ride it, sure.
Actually speaking of lines, he would get an accessibility pass so he wouldn't have to stand for extended periods of time. He would also make sure to sit down and take breaks as to not strain his leg too much.
Breaks could also mean going to watch the many shows Universal provides, like the Horror Makeup Show or The Bourne Stuntacular.
Back to rides though, he likes, no, LOVES Transformers. It's fast, the queue is very scientific-esc, and honestly.. transformers just give me machine herald vibes.
He is very awkward when it comes to meet and greets, so he's usually just taking the picture for Jayce. However, the only meet and greet he really truly looks forward to is the Transformers. He is extremely fascinated with the way Universal was able to create such an immersive and realistic looking replica of them.
I think him and Jayce would be intrigued by the interactive wands in the Wizarding World of Harry Potter. They think it's fun that they found a way to create the illusion of magic by using sensors in the wands.
I think he'd like Forbidden Journey bc the ride makes you feel like you're flying, and he seemed to be having a blast in Ep 3 haha
Favorite Universal Rides : Transformers, Forbidden Journey, Skull Island: Reign of Kong (literally only to see that insanely realistic looking animatronic)
Favorite Park: Universal Studios
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My god that took longer than I thought it would. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed! I adore theme parks so this was a lot of fun to do.
Also as a bonus, I have a little paper Viktor cut out that I take basically everywhere, including Universal! Here's him in front of the Universal ball haha
#universal studios#islands of adventure#arcane#arcane headcanon#arcane headcanons#viktor arcane#jinx arcane#caitlyn arcane#caitlyn kiramman#jayce talis#jayce arcane#vi arcane#viktor headcanons
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Pet name headcanons for Jayce/Viktor
My first Arcane headcanon! I FUCKING LOVE THIS SHOW and I hate that it took me so long to watch it, but I can’t wait for next year for season 2!
Inspiration: A. Being a full simp for Viktor. B. Secretly also being a simp for Jayce (LMAO). C. Listening to the beauty that is the Arcane score.
Genre: Headcanon
Category: Fluff!!
Gender: Primarily Gender Neutral reader. Some of Jayce’s definitely are more gender specific but I can’t help but think he’d use them (as long as his partner was alright with it of course).
TW: Swearing because I have the mouth of a damn sailor.
Viktor
(The way this man had me in a CHOKEHOLD the second he walked on screen! LOML.)
Pet names for his partner:
Viktor’s intelligence and you think he’s using boring pet names for you??? Absolutely not.
Come now…you know him far better than that…this man is far too creative to be limited by "babe" or "baby" (no offense meant to anyone who uses those, I also use them for romantic partners so I get it).
Ok, maybe early on in your relationship as he was opening up to you, he used some simple classics. Ones like “my dear” or “honey.” These are the main ones he'll also continue to use in public. He's just a private person and I can't see him using any crazy pet names in public with his partner.
Once he’s settled into his routine with you in it and you two spend more time alone/on dates, he starts to have fun, seeing what reactions he can draw out of you with different pet names. (Viktor is surprisingly adept at flirting and playful teasing. It's that sharp wit. He's just so good at banter.)
He figures out the ones that make you smile and the ones that make you blush. Those are the ones he keeps.
There are a few “traditional” ones that Viktor keeps using for you because he loves how they turn your cheeks pink (especially when he says them with a cute little side smile, smirk, or chuckle).
“My darling,” “my love,” “my heart,” or “sweetheart” are the main ones in that category. (I feel like he is such a romantic under all that workaholic, he just needs to get out of the lab and LET IT OUT.)
Others would be cute, but unique. “My sunshine,” “my owl,” (if your sleep schedule is also fucked) “my sunflower,” “butterfly,” ”my flower,” "otter," or “birdie” would be some examples of what I mean. (LMAO Jayce is never hearing him call you any of those. Viktor is 99% sure he'd never hear the end of the teasing from his lab partner.)
If you’re also in academia/research/work at the academy, Viktor would teasingly call you “my most esteemed colleague” or if you’re in sciences specifically, “my fellow scientific genius.”
Pet names from his partner:
As you and Viktor get more comfortable in your relationship, he'd really come to enjoy pet names from you. He just needs to get used to the affection (I'd imagine he's not the most experienced with romance). I think he'd like the funnier ones earlier before the more romantic ones.
(For those in academia/research/at the academy) You and Viktor really weren't super open to other people about starting a relationship (neither of you felt the need to be, but like you would tell people if they asked).
In these early days, "My most esteemed colleague" was a cheeky way for both of you to very subtly announce your affection in public. (I have such a cute idea for a headcanon/drabble based on this oh my GOD.) Even though more people definitely know about your relationship, both you and Viktor still use the pet name when you walk into each other's lab/classroom/office.
When you go to try and collect him from his desk so he can take care of himself, tease him with "genius," "smarty pants," or "bookworm" (especially if you find him with his nose buried in his notes again).
Viktor is a fairly private person, so "honey" is probably the sweetest one you'd normally use in public. But if you do want to see his ears turn pink, feel free to throw "love" out there every once in a while.
In private? As I said, under all the genius is a romantic, so get as soft and sweet as you want.
It surprises him how much he loves hearing you call him "handsome." He's never been super vain about his appearance (though he always looks pretty put together), but knowing that you find him handsome makes him stand up a little straighter.
Just as Viktor uses "my darling," "my heart," and "my love" for you, he loves it even more when you call HIM those. It's the easiest way to drag him away from the lab when the teasing pet names above don't quite do the trick: Come up behind him while he's at his desk (obviously not while he's doing something dangerous), wrap your arms around him, and softly murmur "my love..." into his ear. You can visibly see his resolve break and you know you've won.
Love love LOVE the idea of using the Russian diminutive of Viktor's name: "Vitya." It makes a lot of sense for a romantic partner to call him that.
Jayce
Pet names for his partner:
Ok, so one of my best friends and I give Jayce quite a bit of shit when we text each other about Arcane (he’s a bit of a himbo, your Honor).
BUT I actually think Jayce would be a great romantic partner and the pet names he uses would be very sweet.
He’d definitely use the classics like “baby” or “babe” for you. I don’t think he’d go mushy classic though (think “my darling” or “my love”). But "babe" and "baby" are definitely the most common ones he'd use when you two are out in public.
Can also see him using cute ones like “sunshine,” “shorty,” or “peanut.” (I mean hey, 6' (as confirmed by Riot) is a pretty good height.) Those last two are loving teases. He never means "shorty" in a mean way.
And when he’s about to envelop you in a hug (I imagine Jayce gives EXCELLENT hugs) he’d call you “squish.” Ex: “C’mere squish….” (When he gets home after a long day of being a councilman.)
“Sugar” or “sweetheart” are also on the table. This very big man has a very soft side. We even saw examples of this during season one.
Now that he’s put House Talis on Piltover’s social ladder, he’s understandably proud. What he’s done doesn’t happen often. Very rarely does high society make room for others to enter at all, and now he's the de facto head of Piltover's Council.
The fact you’re willing to stand with him? He’s honored really. But the way he shows it through pet names is interesting. It’s almost a little….teasing? But the intent is genuine. He never wants you to doubt that.
Here’s what I mean (Heads up: gender-specific language incoming): Jayce would smirk and call you “my lady/m’lady” (think Cat Noir’s nickname for Lady Bug from “Miraculous: Tales of Lady Bug and Cat Noir” and especially how he says it, which is often very playfully) or “m’lord.” He’d also use “(my) prince/princess,” especially when he buys you gifts. (I feel like he'd love to spoil his partner omg.)
Pet names from his partner:
Jayce LOVES when you use pet names for him. Honestly it makes him smile. And he loves how creative you’ve gotten with some of them.
Classics for you to use in public would be “babe,” “baby,” or “honey.” Simple and quick, definitely easy to get his attention with those.
If he’s ever talking about HexTech with you, feel free to lovingly tease him with “smarty pants” or “big brain.” (Please listen to this man talk about HexTech. It’s far more interesting than council shit.)
While Viktor is definitely running the lab now that Jayce is a councilor, Jayce is still the face of HexTech (and Piltover’s “Golden Boy” <- call him that to tease him btw), so he’s the main one who tries to secure funding for the lab’s future. This means rubbing elbows with Piltover’s elite and giving speeches at fancy parties and banquets. Honestly he kinda hates it. He gets really nervous beforehand, but, he’s very good at it. Only you and Viktor know about Jayce’s nerves in these situations.
When he’s successful at this schmoozing, use “superstar,” “hotshot,” or “you charmer.” (Ex: (After he comes back from a speech, you’re straightening his tie after kissing his cheek.) “Way to go, hotshot…I saw potential funders pulling out their checkbooks before you were even finished.”)
Ok listen, we’ve all see the forge scenes…Jayce Talis is physically FINE AS FUCK (though OSHA would have something to say about him being shirtless in there 😂). Being a house known for forging tools comes with its physique benefits, so feel free to feed his ego on this point.
He loves when you call him “sexy” or “handsome.” He does like knowing you find him physically attractive.
Whenever he calls you “shorty” or “peanut” feel free to fire back with “big guy.” (I just…Ex- Jayce: *pulls you into a hug and murmurs* “Hey peanut..” You: *smiles and murmurs back* “Hey big guy..” 🥺 FUCK that is just so cute to me.)
He may not call you “my darling” or “my love,” but he LOVES when you call him those. When you do, he is wrapped around your little finger and ready to do whatever you ask of him.
Thank you so much for reading!!
I had such a blast writing this and I’m sooooo excited to get into writing more stuff for Arcane because I really love the show. Shoutout to my bestie (mentioned in Jayce’s first section lol) for also loving Viktor and being excited to read my writing in all its draft-stages!
#arcane#arcane headcanon#viktor#jayce talis#arcane viktor#arcane jayce#jayce arcane#viktor arcane#viktor x reader#jayce x reader#arcane fluff#viktor headcanons#Jayce headcanons
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papa!Viktor blurb, anyone?
A/N: slowly, slowly, recovering from the creative drought ive been in
it's nowhere near a waterfall again, more like a frustrating dribble, BUT. It's something. But anyways, here is a Papa Viktor Thought Blurb (listen, my sister is almost three months old now, and I am so besotted with her, she's my favourite tiny person, and i am full of Caretaker Feelings)
Content Warning: 18+ MDNI (not explicit, but very very suggestive), afab!Reader, pregnancy, labour and birth (again, not explicit, but still with some depth), papa!Viktor, no beta no editing we simply die
Imagine Viktor, and him believing he'll be alone for his entire life - working so hard to make some kind of legacy for himself, putting everything he has into his creations and his machines. Every calculation, every experiment a labour of love.
This is how the world will remember his name.
At least, he hopes.
But then he meets you.
You're charming, he has to admit. You make friends wherever you go, and you have a weird habit of bringing people out of their shells. There's just...something about you that makes others want to bare their souls to you. Something that draws people in.
Like you have a tangible sort of gravity, and wherever you go, someone ends up in your orbit.
He won't mean much to you, he thinks, after conversing with you a couple times. You're creative, like he is, and you're enjoyable to talk to. But nothing more. Sooner or later, you'll continue on somewhere else, making waves and drawing attention. And in your wake, he will be left to sink. It's what expects.
Except...
You don't leave.
Your chats start out small. Short and sweet, a How are you today? wondered whenever you pass each other in the halls a couple times a month, curious about the goings-on of his life.
He never has anything interesting to tell you about. No adventures or tales to tell, nothing beyond the walls of a cramped and cluttered office.
You must be bored, he thinks.
But then you start seeking him out. Instead of just catching up for a couple minutes whenever you happen to walk past each other, you hunt him down in his office - and god, he wasn't lying when he'd told you it was cramped.
You're amazed he even has the space to think in there, with how tight it is. Yet you still shimmy yourself into the tiny room, careful not to disturb any piles of papers, and find a careful seat on a spot of open floor beside his desk. There's no room for a second chair, and you've always made it clear that you dislike standing when you're having a long conversation.
It's nice to sit down and rest somewhere together, you'd told him one time.
You grow closer after that. From seeing him a couple times a month, to a couple times a week, to literally every day. You don't seem to care that he never has anything 'exciting' to share with you, even going so far as to chastise him for calling himself uninteresting.
Your experiments are cool, you'd insisted, while leafing through one of his old journals. It's incredible to get to see how your mind works, and how creative and inventive you are. You have so many ideas, Viktor, and I really believe that they could help people.
Something changes in him, after that. He'd always been quieter around you, listening to your stories, and dutifully answering your questions: never quite letting you in.
Now he looks forward to seeing you.
His heart skips a beat every time he hears you knocking on his office door, a chipper little pattern reserved only for him. You know that he doesn't always like dealing with students after hours, so you'd come up with a way to let him know that it was you who was greeting him.
Things progress...surprisingly natural.
He's not subtle by any means, even if he thinks he is. The moment he realizes that he has feelings for you, all bets are off. His cheeks dust pink whenever you're around, his palms get sweaty and he fidgets, and the staring.
Looking at you with ill-contained admiration and affection.
You can't not kiss him.
You spend the next couple years having the time of your lives. Moving from classes and overbearing internships, to actively working on experiments. Collaborating with each other, drawing up ideas and debating functionality and form. The two of you get so heated when you're creating things together.
Neither of you are surprised when it devolves. Wide gestures and hasty chalkboard sketches, impassioned explanations and wild eyes - you bite your lip as you let your gaze trail over him, in all his dishevelled beauty. Hair a mess, tie crooked and loose, shirt partially unbuttoned, and sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
Many nights are spent like that, cooped up in his little laboratory, surrounded by sketches and blueprints and scribbles and stray notes. His fingertips digging into the soft of your skin as he kisses the breath out of you. The rhythmic clunking of his crooked desk most telling, as he draws forth your little squeaks and sighs of delight.
Absolutely ruining you, filling you, stretching you open. Feeling the way you tremble in his hands, held tight to his slender body as he reaches so deep into you that you'll feel him for days.
Sinking his teeth into the side of your neck when he finds his own release - to stay quiet, he tells you. But you both know it's his way of marking you.
Claiming you.
You're his. You're his person, his love, his partner. Your eyes only ever shine the way they do when you look at him.
Your body, splayed out and spread before him, quivering and gasping and covered in a thin sheen of sweat - his.
Your taste, sweet on his tongue - your mouth, your skin, your arousal that drips out of you whenever he so much as looks at you.
His.
And he knows, without a single atom of doubt, that he's also yours. So entirely entangled with each other, neither of you knowing how you'd managed to exist separately before now.
How had you possibly found beauty in every day, when you'd never heard his voice? Never caught a whiff of his sweet shampoo as he ambled past you? Never felt the warmth of his touch, or the puff of his sighs on your cheek? Never known the tickle of his hair on your bare skin as you slowly woke every morning to find him curled around you, his face smashed into your back and soft snores emanating from him?
No matter, you think. You have him now, and that's what's important.
...until everything changes.
You miss a period.
You tell him about it.
You're both on edge, but he tries to remain optimistic. Cycles can be upset sometimes, he tells you, as if you don't already know. (You're certain he's really just trying to reassure himself.)
But deep down, you know.
You can feel it in the all-encompassing tiredness you wake with every morning. In the random bouts of nausea, and the sudden food aversions. The back aches, and all the sudden new smells you can detect.
You know something is amiss.
And he knows, too, when he finds you one time in the middle of the night. Standing in your shared little kitchen, in the dark, illuminated only by the light of the open refrigerator.
Pulling pickles straight out of the jar, dipping them in mayonnaise, and sinking your teeth into them. Like they were to most delectable thing you'd ever ingested.
You're both terrified, of course.
You're not really surprised that you've managed to fall pregnant - not with the way you two lust after each other practically every night, and sometimes in the morning. Maybe even once or twice in between meetings, when you're both squished together in his compact office.
Neither of you ever thought you'd become parents.
And certainly not right now.
But...you want this, you realize. You want this with him. You want a family with him, you want the evidence of your love - you want a future with him, and you want to see what beautiful little person you'll make together.
Would they have his eyes? Yours? He hopes they have your smile, he tells you, eventually.
It takes you by surprise, his words, what with how quiet he'd been since you'd both figured everything out. You'd been worrying that he wasn't really on board with keeping the baby - with being a father. And you hadn't blamed him, really.
You'd been beyond stressed at the idea of raising a child alone. The thought of him leaving you, leaving behind something so intrinsically tied to him, had been slowly breaking your heart. You hadn't wanted him to stay simply out of obligation - you know you wouldn't be able to cope with the eventual resentment that such an action would breed.
But to know for certain now that he'd only been anxious?
That he wanted this with you, and was excited?
You're so happy that you immediately burst into tears, squeaking and sniffling and snotting uncontrollably while Viktor bites back a laugh and herds you into his embrace. Stroking your back and murmuring the sweetest things to you while you try to catch your breath, leaving gentle kisses all over your face.
Telling you all about what kind of person he hoped your little one would be.
Your smile, most certainly, he said, resolute. You have the most beautiful smile. You light up the room wherever you go. Maybe your sense of humour, too. And certainly your compassion.
Your tears slowly began to lessen, as you let yourself be lulled by the comfort of his arms around you.
Your hair, though, you insist, smushing your face into his shirt. You look so pretty in the mornings, all fluffed up and in disarray. It's the cutest shit I've ever seen.
That garners a laugh from him.
I want them to have your eyes, as well, you admit, albeit somewhat shyly. I've never seen a colour like yours, so intense and complex. Way back when we first met, and you looked at me for the very first time? I almost lost the ability to breathe. It was...it was like I knew, right then. That you were the person I wanted to spend my life with.
He squeezes you a little bit tighter, stooping down to tenderly slot your lips together. Slow, lazy, intimate. Sharing breath and warmth and love and-
He takes you again.
Right there, in the dim quiet of his office, not seeming to care if anyone passing by in the hallway might hear you. Spoiling you absolutely rotten, speaking praises against your skin as he brings you over the edge again and again and again.
Pupils blown wide as he sinks his fingers into you, crooking them perfectly as to reach the spots he knows will drive you mad. The papers strewn around the room don't matter - they don't even cross his mind, as you wriggle and squirm and quiver and cry out for him.
How could they, when all he can focus on is the way you look when your body tenses up, another wave of ecstasy coursing through your veins, culminating in your lovely little noises, and the addicting feeling of your pleasure dripping down his fingers and over his palm, soaking him thoroughly.
He would be happy to have you like this, as frequently as you would let him.
He knows how sensitive you must be by now, not only from his ministrations, but also from the way your body is changing. He's done his fair amount of reading since discovering your pregnancy - he's aware of all the ways you might be feeling.
The hunger, the exhaustion, the aches and pains.
The all-encompassing, single-minded lust you might go through.
He's ready to please you, however you might want - his fingers, his mouth. And whenever you might want. You could wake him up in the middle of the night, for all he cares. You could nudge him from the sleep that he so desperately needs, and he'd ask not a single question besides What do you need, darling? How would you like me?
What he doesn't expect is his own desire.
You're beautiful. You always have been beautiful. Even as things change, he was absolutely certain that you would never stop being beautiful.
It's you, so of course he's going to want you.
But seeing you now, whining and looking at him like he's hung the moon in the sky, specifically for you? Your tummy already growing round with the life that you've made together, visible proof of your love? Desperate whimpers falling past your lips, begging him for more, for him to fill you up again and again and again?
He can't resist you.
Even when he starts to ache, and his arms start shaking, and his throat is raw and dry from breathing hard and calling out for you.
He can't resist you.
You're insatiable.
So is he.
He's a little more careful as the months progress. Manhandling you less, digging his fingers into the soft fat of your hips a little gentler. He's cognizant of how you're most comfortable, watching in awe as you tremble on top of him, grinding down on him and taking his entire length into you like you were made specifically for him.
Nearly every day, you beg for him.
He loves you.
And when the time eventually comes for you to waddle carefully into the labour centre, meeting your midwife along the way, Viktor tries to keep his worrying quiet. Tries to stay by your side as a supportive pillar, regardless of how well or not he might actually be able to hold you up.
Holding your hand, kissing your knuckles. Trading his fingers for a stress ball when you squeeze a little too hard (and then another stress ball, stronger this time, when the first one explodes in your fist after a couple minutes. It shocks both of you, but to his surprise, you start laughing).
He tenderly dabs the sweat off your forehead as the hours go by, keeping your hairs from pasting themselves to your face and neck. Staying nearby as a source of comfort, but not so close that you feel smothered by him - allowing you the space you need to wiggle around as you see fit.
Telling you stories to distract you, listening to your complaints and observations as his words become unable to mask the pain of your contractions. Doing his absolute best to bite back a fond grin as you breathlessly curse him for doing this to you.
I didn't mean it, you tell him, as soon as the words leave your mouth, your eyes wide and tearful with sorrow.
I know, he promises, leaning forward to press his lips to your dewy skin.
You sigh happily.
It's not for another couple hours that your baby finally decides to enter the world.
You're beyond exhausted, and Viktor is starting to get fidgety with his worry. Is it supposed to be taking this long? he wonders internally, keeping his questions to himself so as not to stress you out even more.
The midwives, to their credit, are incredibly skilled. Staying by your side throughout the whole process, carefully monitoring everything they need to in order to make sure you're healthy. That the baby is healthy. He knows that they would say something, if anything was truly wrong.
And when the little one finally arrives, she does so kicking and screaming, making an absolute ruckus in the quiet room. The door is shut tight, keeping the sounds of the busy establishment at bay, and the curtain is drawn for your privacy so no one can see in when the staff come and go.
But when your girl begins shouting her absolute displeasure into the air, Viktor swears he can hear some quiet clapping and cheering from the hallway. He doesn't know if it's for your success, or for something and someone else entirely - but for a moment, he likes to believe that there are some strangers out there who are happy for him.
They don't know his story, and they don't know yours - but they've heard a great cry from somewhere hidden and full of struggle. An all-encompassing wail that confirms the presence of life, shouting to the world I am here, I am alive, and I have absolutely no idea what's going on!
He doesn't know when the tears start trailing down his cheeks.
Perhaps it's when he first lays eyes on your girl, pink and cranky and a little bit squished. Putting up a fuss on your base chest, scrunching her little face up as you speak softly and tenderly to her.
Perhaps it's when one of the midwives hands him a very soft towel, instructing him on how to carefully pat away the blood and fluid still clinging to your child. His eyes growing wide when he oh so gently cleans her off to reveal more of her tiny features.
She's still new, and needs time to decompress (so to speak), but he stares at her with such rapture. Taking in every inch of her, burning her face into his mind so that he might never forget her. Ever.
She's still new, and yet he can already tell that she has your nose. And your lips. Your smile, he realizes, with a palpable joy spreading through his chest.
His tears eventually dry, if only so he's able to better see you and the newest member of your family. Laying kiss after kiss to whatever part of your skin he can reach. Stroking the tips of his fingers over your girl's hair - her tiny arms and shoulders, her chubby cheeks, the bridge of her nose and over her brows.
But some two hours later, when you're finally allowed to rest in your comfortable hospital bed: when your baby is now dry and fed and swaddled up happily in Viktor's arms?
The tears begin again.
Privately, in the dim of the room, while you snooze a couple feet away from him, he weeps. Silently, and without so much as a sniffle. He cannot stop the wetness that rolls down his face, even if he wanted to.
Your girl is finally relaxed, after her grand, dramatic entrance. On the edge of sleep, warm and with a full tummy, making funny little expression while she dozes.
Much to Viktor's delight, she has a head of fuzzy brown hair - dishevelled and sticking in every direction, not matter how the midwives had tried to tame it. It'll settle down in a few days, they'd promised. But he didn't care.
The wild mop on top of her head rivalled the chaos of his own. The same shade of chestnut, though perhaps less coarse in texture. Maybe it will grow to the same thickness eventually, he thinks, a fond smile pulling at the corners of his mouth as he imagines how much he's going to have to help her with it as she grows.
Brushing the inevitable tangles out with a soft brush. Pulling the strands back into braids so she can run around and play easier - or maybe little buns on the top of her head, he realizes, the image conjuring up in his mind.
All at once, pictures pop through his head, so vivid and bright that he can almost see them appearing in front of him.
Watching your daughter grow. Sleepless nights of taking care of her, catering to her every whim. Making sure she's fed, and comfortable - entertaining her with silly little toys that make silly little noises, bright colours painted across them. Reading her books with bright, enticing visuals for her to stare at, despite the fact that she doesn't know what words are.
Making trinkets for her as she gets a little older. Things that help her learn, but that also keep her excited and enticed, encouraging her exploration of the world around her. Teaching her to walk, by helping her strengthen her little legs. Sitting on a footstool, a wide smile on his face, as you hold her by her arms and support her as she figures out how to use her legs while upright. Leading her right over into his waiting arms.
Until she's able to balance on her own, after a number of weeks of practising together. Pushing herself up into a wobbly stance, doing her absolute best to try and balance. Maybe she stumbles a couple of times, but she's persistent -stubborn, like he is- and continuously rises back up until she's able to make it over to him on her own. Giggling and wiggling when he scoops her up and praises her and showers he in affection.
Teaching her about anything and everything, the bigger she gets. Answering every question she has, no matter how confusing or senseless - encouraging with his own suggestions, and prompting her to discover some answers for herself. Putting together little experiments for her, so they can learn together and so he can watch her eyes widen with the joy of new information.
Fixing her toys for her whenever they break, as she brings them to him with misty eyes and a wobbly bottom lip. Papa, it fell apart, she says sadly. To which he pulls her onto his lap, regardless of what work he was doing, and helps her repair the damage. Letting her watch and observe when she's still too small to hold a screwdriver, and carefully explaining things to her when her motor skills start to develop more.
And then helping her figure out in what way her toy broke, when she's a little bigger. Asking specific questions, so she can work to connect all the dots herself. Helping her gather the materials that she needs in order to fix things herself, and praising her to the high heavens when she presents the finished product to him.
The little thing is slightly lopsided, but he fully believes that it adds to its charm - tells her as such, when she sighs about it not being the same as before.
It's a little uneven, just like me, he says, with a laugh.
And, much to his complete shock, she wraps her little arms around him, and gives him her strongest possible squeeze.
It adds to your charm, she parrots back to him with complete honesty. I like you, Papa.
And once again, for the umpteenth time throughout his daughter's life, his eyes well with tears and he presses a kiss to the top of her head.
She could go anywhere she wanted, once she grew up. Learn anything, do anything, be anything. Perhaps she'd enjoy the sciences, like he does - machinery, and building, and designing, and inventing. Maybe she'd get into art, and spend her days painting or sketching, or writing, or making music - inspiring other people with the things she makes.
It doesn't matter, though. Because no matter what she ends up enjoying, or where she goes in her life, Viktor will support her with his entirety. Even when she grows all the way up, and inevitably leaves home to begin her own life, whatever that may be.
He knows he's going to cry then, too. So many years together, and yet it will still never be enough.
But for now, he sighs, staring adoringly down at the tiny infant in his arms. For now, they have time. He vows silently to never waste a single moment with her, and never pass up the opportunity to spend time with her. No matter how busy or frustrated or tired he gets, he won't let her grow up feeling unwanted or unloved or unimportant.
He'll give her a better life than he grew up with, and that is both a promise and a threat.
After all, he would do anything, for her.
His greatest creation.
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Can I order a mischief from Viktor Arcane?
Innocent reader does things with Viktor like sits on his lap, gets very close even gives him a kiss on the cheek just to see him blush, but meanwhile they are still friends, but for how long? How long will poor Viktor last...
((the reader just wants Viktor to declare himself))
Love me some friends to lovers, and with someone who's more or less married to their work like Viktor is it's even funnier.
Pairing: Viktor x Reader
Tags: fluff, developing relationship, confession, teasing, flirting, kissing, sitting on Viktor's lap
A/N: I still have that smutty Viktor fic I need to write! Where did the inspiration go?!
At first Viktor thinks you're only doing things like this to tease and mess with him
He is a pretty busy man but he tolerates it because you've been friends for such a long time
Plus having you in the lab is kind of like having his own assistant
Now if only you weren't so distracting, giving him a peck on the cheek whenever you would hand him a note
He's always left flabbergasted at your very open displays of affection
Even when Jayce is in the room, and he finds them hilarious, how you get to Viktor so easily
You like to sit in his lap when its close to the end of the day, when it's just the two of you in the lab alone, its when you get more affectionate with him
He doesn't mind that either but your flirty attitude is getting to him fast, rendering him unable to work, his mind buzzing with thoughts of you
Confused at his increasingly romantic thoughts about you he is a little more reserved then usual, freezing under your kisses
Viktor never gets this confused about anything or anyone, which is why this was bothering him so damn much
He wanted to figure it out, if what he was feeling was real, if what he thought you were feeling was real
There was only one way to do so
A kiss, quick but persistent, equal parts nervous and passionate, just like Viktor
It made your heart race in your chest, made you freeze in his lap
Oh, he backed away immediately, thinking he made a horrible mistake, only for you to grab him by his vest and pull him back in for a kiss
He wasn't wrong, thank the gods, or else working with you would have gotten very awkward
That being said, as cute as you are right now, avoiding his eyes like that, he's not the kind of man who just kisses and then leaves, he wants to see where this goes
He's already taken the first step, so might as well ask you out on a date
You and him, any place you want to go, and then, who knows, maybe go back to his place after
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Before we start I want you guys to see these amazing High noon! Viktor fan designs that have made me absolutely foam at the mouth. I am going FERAL
Link to first art: Link here
Link to second art: Link here
They really inspired me to write and I might even make my own design! I'm so excited!
High noon
🍋 NSFW
Pairing: High noon! Viktor X reader
AFAB body but no pronouns or set gender
Warning: lasso bondage, slight temp play, Marking, man-handling, spanking, slight predator/prey, harsh degrading, angry sex (he's mad, you're down bad) and creampie
miláčku = darling
"What's a pretty little thing like you, doing in a place like this?"
You only spared him a glance. Taking another gulp of your scotch as his smirk turned into a twitching scrawl.
"Oi, you ignoring me, Darlin'?! That's mighty rude of ya."
The bartender made eye contact with you. Both of you silently sharing a knowing look as his temper only rose. Meanwhile, you just finished your drink leaving only the smallest bit inside.
The man grabbed your wrist, forcing you to turn your attention to him. You stood up with a frown. Smashing the glass to his head as you yanked your wrist away.
"Don't fucking touch me!"
As he tried to gather his bearings, you turned to the bartender. Tapping two silver coins as you slid them towards her.
"Another scotch." You slid another piece just for good measure. "For the glass."
You sent her a quick wink before turning back to the guy. Before he could even stumble to his next attack, a prosthetic hand gripped his arm tightly. The man's heart sank as he recognised the robotic face.
"Doc-! Please-!"
That was all he could muster out before he was knocked out cold with a hard thud. His head smashed into the counter with the perfect amount of force.
You brushed yourself off, a smile reaching your ears as you looked up to your saviour. Only to freeze as you looked upon him.
"If you'll excuse me." Was all he said as he threw the man over his shoulder.
Before he merged into the stiff crowd of the bar. He turned to you; looking at you over his shoulder as a large cloud of smoke poured from his mask.
"I'd run if I were you." His voice was empty. Not a single ounce of emotion could be heard but you felt in your heart. He was grinning. After all, he'd collect two bounties in one night.
He didn't have to tell you twice. You grabbed your coat and dashed to the back doors. You knew it wouldn't be long before he was chasing after you. It was always like this.
Ever since he came to collect you there's been this game of cat and mouse. You would always escape his cold clutches just in time. Luck on your side as you escaped the fate that awaited for you. You'd be a fool if you didn't notice he'd start 'miscalculating' your next move. Missing the perfect shot. Slowing down just enough to give you enough time to disappear.
Doctor Viktor was no ordinary Doctor. Nor an ordinary man. He was the bounty hunter for Renata Glasc. The biggest crime boss in Zaun. Rumour had it they had a deal going on - he collected her bounties and she funded his projects.
Those damn projects. That what you were gonna be if he ever caught you. You've heard the stories. Jars of organs and limbs stored away as he took the souls of the poor bounties he hunted.
You shivered at the thought. But yet, there was a small part of you found this whole chase exciting. Leaving you breathless as you traced any marks or bruises he left on you. Sinking into the sweet adrenaline as your legs moved faster and faster. Intoxicated with ever encounter.
As if sensing your thoughts. Viktor appeared from the shadows, his boots clanked as he locked you in his sights.
You dashed through the nearest window. He was hot on your tail as you both ran through the wooden hall. People's screams echoed as leapt from tables. Swinging from the old chandelier, just missing his lasso. You stumbled to the ground as you ran out the back.
Your shoes skidded along the dirt as you tried to find your horse. But she wasn't anywhere you could see. You let out a loud whistle but even then you couldn't hear a thing.
A scream was ripped from your throat as you fell to the ground. Tight rope wrapped around your bust before you were dragged towards him. Dust and rocks smacking against any exposed skin as you skidded. Staring up at him whilst he stared you down.
"You caught me again, Doctor - who would of guessed."
You kicked at his knee. He let out a pained grunt as he fell on one leg. Your leg wrapped around his, using all your weight as he was on the floor and you sat on his waist.
"But you're not getting me, this time." You grinned.
His third arm reached out for you. Snapping at you like snake. You leaned back enough it grabbed the rope instead. You were pulled forward suddenly causing you to lose balance, gasping as you felt something hard against you.
"You were saying?" He mocked.
But you didn't let that stop you. You shifted your arms pulling back as hard as you could as the claw pulled the rope towards him. Leaving you almost free but of course, he was always steps ahead. The rope tightened around your wrists. Now bound by them.
You huffed. Glaring down at him as you tried to pry away from the rope.
Suddenly, you were being thrown over his shoulder. You let out a yelp as you smacked against his armour. How did this even happen?! Viktor trudged through the bustling town, finding his destination easily.
You recognized this place. It was a bar upstairs but a brothel downstairs. You could feel your cheeks glow as you rubbed your thighs together. Was he really going to do this?
He ignored the looks he received as he handed 4 coins to a lady at the bar.
"How generous! Please, follow me!"
She took him downstairs, past the busy rooms and ladies waiting outside them.
"just the one? I can bring you one of my girls, free of charge."
"Just the one."
Her smile strained but she allowed him to step inside without any issues. You waved at her before the door was slammed shut. The door had an automatic lock. How fancy.
You were chucked onto the bed. Arms Infront of you still bound. He stalked towards you as more smoke hissed out from his mask.
"Two month's."
You knew exactly where this was going. You bit your lip as you tried to hold back your grin.
"You were gone for two months."
"Aww, what? You miss me?"
He grabbed your legs, pulling you towards him as he lined his crotch against yours. You shivered as you felt it press exactly where you wanted it.
He kept you there. Just glaring down at you. You squirmed under his gaze, grinding against him. Trying to get a reaction out of him but he just stood.
"Too nervous to go through with your plan, Doc?"
"Far from it." He threw off your boots with one quick motion before going for your pants.
You fell from his grasp as you tried to adjust your hips, landing on your side as he yanked your clothes off. He pushed you to your knees where you were left with your ass in the air. Legs spread.
A single clawed finger dragged along your underwear. You moved against it as he traced over your throbbing sex. Your back arched further as he pulled the rope around your wrists. You let out as gasp as your face was forced further into the bed.
The cool air hitting your exposed skin as he ripped your underwear off you. Literally.
"Hey! I got those recently-!"
Your words were muffled but you knew he could hear you. A deep chuckle coming from him. It went straight to your core. His voice was your biggest weakness. A thick accent that made you melt.
"You're wet." He pointed out. Spreading your ass and thighs to get a better look.
You squealed as you felt the hot smoke from his mask hiss against your folds. One hand was metal, cool against you whilst the other had a nice warm leather. The two different temperatures left your skin tingling as the palm of his metal hand grew hotter.
Viktor stood up straighter, still using one hand to spread you open. Whilst the other hand suddenly smacked your ass. The hot palm leaving a more prominent red mark. You moaned as he massaged the sore spot.
"How many can you handle?"
It took you a moment to figure out what he meant. You shifted your head slightly so he could hear you better.
"Five." You muttered weakly, feeling embarrassed at the low number.
"Count to ten."
You didn't even get to protest as he struck you again. You let out a surprised 'one'. He just tutted. You could see him shaking his head. Another deep chuckle leaving him.
"This is the second slap, miláčku." He spanked your ass again. "I thought you were smart."
"T-Three!"
There were only a few moments before he slapped you. Massaging and rubbing the red hand print in between as he hummed in approval. By seven you were a sniffling mess. You felt too sensitive to take anymore. Squirming underneath his touch as you twitched. Tears blurring your vision as you let another moan.
"Viktor.... please..."
"Just three more to go, you can do it."
This time his strike was more gentle. His palm cooling down. Giving you more time to rest as he soothed you. Your legs were shaking as you felt your own slick on your thighs. Mewling as his gloved thumb rubbed your wet folds. Pressing against your hole.
"Nine!"
Another slap. His clawed third arm reached under his shoulder. Taking his gloved hands place as he inserted two fingers into your soaked cunt.
Curling his fingers deep as he thrusted them in. Soothing you once again as he stretched you open. The wet squealching only adding to the overwhelming situation.
"Ten-!"
Your cheeks turned to fire as you twitched. Cumming around his fingers you let out string of whimpers. He took out his fingers once your high died, wiping your juices on your skin.
His hands glided across your hips as he slowly slid you down. You lazily flopped, laying on your stomach as you looked at him over your shoulder. Viktor unbuckled his pants, pulling it out of the loops with a snap.
You flinched at the noise as you clenched around nothing. He pulled his pants just enough to free himself. Giving himself slow pumps of his cock as he looked down at you.
"All this running just for you to let me take you." He crawled onto the bed, tucking his legs under yours.
You never took much notice of it before but it became more apparent to you as you felt it press against your weak legs. His right leg was a prosthetic from the knee down. You began to wonder what else was augmented.
You were flipped on your back, your bottom half propped up on his lap meanwhile the rest was on the pillows. The doctor grabbed your hips, lining your sex up to his cock before pushing in. He grunted as he had to ease in, doing slow small thrusts until he could fully slip in. Bottoming out with a hard thrust forward.
"Vik-"
You were immediately silenced as he pounded into you. He pulled the rope, forcing you to sit up as your faces became eye level. Steam blowing onto your face.
You huffed, forcing back your moans as you roughly grabbed his mask. His hat falling off in your pursuit making it easier for you. His mask was off with one rough tug. His expression was stiff; only his eyes widening as you finally could see each other.
He cheeks were replaced with metal, his teeth exposed and now a burning orange. It was as if he had hot metal for teeth. His eyes were vibrant. Matching the glow of his mouth. Golden eyes with flickers of purple staring down at you.
Signs of aging already appearing as he had heavier bags under his eyes. Already getting light wrinkles from frowning. A patch of silver was noticeably in the wild main that were his brown locks.
Two moles on his face drew your attention. One right under his eye and the other was above his lip.
He was so pretty.
You were brought back to reality as he moved your hips in time with his. Having much more force now as he began to snarl. His lips crashing onto yours as he hungrily delved his tongue into your mouth. Keeping you pressed to his chest by the rope his third arm was now holding.
You were practically a rag doll in his hands. Letting him do as he pleases as he fucked you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, forcing him in deeper. He groaned into your mouth as he laid you down. Keeping his lips on yours as he didn't stop his brutal pace.
He hovered over you. Disgust in his eyes as he bared his teeth at you.
"Is this all you want? To get fucked?"
"Yes-!" You cried out. Arching your back as your eyes rolled back. His cock hitting your g-spot.
"Making me search for you." He gritted his teeth. Pulling you with him as he sat up. Moving your legs over his shoulders. Hitting new places as stayed relentless. Not giving you a single moment to breathe.
"Just for you to be sitting at bars, waiting."
You grabbed at the robotic arm keeping you up right. Trying to find anything to ground yourself as you were left seeing stars.
"Waiting to get filled like a common whore."
'yes' spilled off your lips. You couldn't think. All you could focus on was the immense amount of pleasure. Barely able to process what he was saying as you screamed out.
"perhaps I should leave you here, you'd fit right in."
You quickly shook your head. He raised a thick brow. Going to retort but you beat him to it.
"Only you--! I want only you!"
It was true. Ever since he first fucked you, you couldn't find anyone who'd filled you up like he did. Either too gentle. Too rough. Not long enough. Not thick enough.
It wasn't him. You needed him.
He bit his lip. Trying to hide his expressions as his pace grew sloppy. You knew exactly what this meant. His breath hitching as his grip on your hips grew tighter.
"cum- please cum-! Cum inside me! Please!" You chanted, breathless.
"Chystám se tě naplnit, miláčku. " Im going to fill you up, darling
His eyes rolled back as he spilled into your cunt. You clenched around him. Trying to squeeze every last drop out of him. He shivered as you grinded against him. Moving your hips as he slowed down his thrusts.
He leg go off rope, your arms falling to your chest. Viktor moved your legs to his waist before falling forward. Keeping himself inside you as he pulled something from his pocket.
"Your debt was paid." He put a small but heavy bag into your palms.
Your mind was too blissed out to even know what he was saying. He cupped your cheek as he searched your dazed expression.
"No more running."
He left you with one last kiss. Slipping out causing you to whine. Feeling empty as his cum dripped out.
You faded in and out. The next thing you knew you were dressed again. Being hugged to his chest as he sat in the back of his wagon. A giant robot driving you both into the distance.
Your debt was paid. You're safe.
You smiled as you leaned more into him. Looking up at him as you let out a small whisper. "thank you." Before you finally let yourself sleep.
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headcanon abt Viktor and energy drinks??
he says it's too fizzy and sugary compared to coffee (which he STILL drinks with sugar and cream though), but every time you leave your opened can unattended he takes a sip out of interest.
he's too intrigued by your preferences and taste to not try to understand your hype about them, and after tasting a few, he sort of finds himself liking some more than others. It's not that bad.
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But he would still rather take you out for breakfast and coffee, you look so adorable with whipped cream on your cheek and he gets to kiss it off of your face.
"I have bread crumbs and crease on my fingers, I can't just touch your face with all that", he would insist, ever so practical.
#viktor#viktor headcanons#arcane viktor#viktor arcane#netflix arcane#arcane headcanon#viktor x reader#as a redbull enthusiast i wouldnt mind secondhand kissing him through my drinks#and figure out he's had some once i kiss him instead and he tastes like my drink#and he would insist as an inventor he must try things out
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