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zaunitearchives · 1 year
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Part 1
Y'all enjoyed the last one and flooded my inbox, so here is part 2, along with many requested lines. Enjoy.
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Viktor or Mordecai rut hcs?
A/n: Why not both 👏
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•Viktor Vasko•
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Viktor had thought he stopped going through his ruts when his wife left him but oh was he wrong because the moment you stepped foot into the Lackadaisy something inside him was ignited.
He tries so, so hard to suppress his feelings, you're so young. Even if you're together, Viktor is still scared to approach this topic with you. Would mostly go out to some underground fight club. He honestly think that he'll hurt you if he fucks you. You're so small compared to his much large size.
Mitzi is the one that know's whats off, she does her best to help though it involved Rocky over hearing them talk which lead to him blabbing to you about Viktors issue.
Viktor wanted to kill him.
You teased him about it, and ask told him he should have just told you. You two had sex before, why should him be in a rut be any different.
It is.
Viktor is very possessive of you during his ruts, the man does not let anyone even step foot near you and if they dead...well it's not going to be pretty and anyone with a brain can realize that you two are together. Your neck will be marked, you will be wearing his shirt and you will be scented by him.
While Viktor isn't as young as he used to be, doesn't mean he can't go a few rounds.
Viktor loves to hold you after, he can finally relax around you. He feel's safe with you and during his ruts somewhere deep down he hopes that he'll get you pregnant. He'd love nothing more than to breed you, he would love to see you carrying his child.
•Mordecai Heller•
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Mordecai has never happened to him until he met you or if it did then he never realized it was a rut, he just thought he was slightly more angry than normal.
While it took time for Mordecai to realize his feelings for you and to even approach the topic of sex he noticed a small change in him. Your scent / perfume, the clothes you wore, your laughter and smile. It effected him a lot more during his rut then he'd like to admit.
Was really at a standstill on who to ask, he wasn't about goto Viktor, he'd never be able look him in the eye after. Mordecai tried to broach the topic with Nico though that lead to bastard only laughing and teasing him....he desperately wanted to shook it, at least Serafine gave him a book.
Mordecai is a bit more possessive than he comes to realize. He hates when other men approach you, if he's not near you then he is hiding in the shadows making sure you are safe.
More soft, he loves to nuzzle into you, hold you. Mordecai would rather just lay in bed with you than do anything else.
Why do you smell so good?
Get's an insatiable urge to breed you, god it's the only thing on his mind. Mordecai doesn't know where it comes from but god does he want it.
Is quick to jealousy,Mordecai thinks you might leave him during his rut. Get's a lot of doubts about himself, has a lot of negative thoughts.
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pathetic-sapphic · 8 months
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soft viktor headcanons please ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ
Soft Viktor HC's
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a/n: thank you for the request, dear anon! i recently wrote Fluffly Viktor HC's so you can also check those out if you want :)
Soft Viktor
Viktor tends to run his hands through his hair a lot whenever he feels stressed or is just deep in thought about something which causes him to have a very messy and mussed-up hairstyle most of the time.
Doesn't have the best eyesight and owns a pair of reading glasses but foregoes them whenever he's at the laboratory because it's too bothersome for him to take them off whenever he is putting on safety goggles. Thinks he looks like a nerd when he has them on, but they actually suit him quite well and make him even more handsome than he usually looks.
He is so bad at cooking that it's endearing. How such a smart and calculated man can be so clumsy at something like that is honestly beyond me but he does his best, which is all that matters in the end.
Unconsciously chews on his pen when stuck on a particularly damning equation or problem. Jayce points it out from time to time, but Viktor stubbornly refuses to admit it despite the deformed look that all of his pens possess.
Science and engineering books aren't the only reading material he's interested in. Viktor loves a good romance novel to curl up with. He would never admit it but when you two were still in the flirting and dancing around each other stages of your relationship, he often imagined the two of you in fluffy situations that the protagonists of his favorite novels found themselves in.
He would love to have a cat at his apartment but since he is so busy, it only remains as wishful thinking. (Of course, once you two move in together you adopt a stray cat named Hex.) (And of course, Viktor is the one who named it.)
Wherever he is and whatever he is doing, Viktor makes sure to never forget where his roots lie and why he is still here today. He is a very righteous and hard-working man who only wants the best for his people and loved ones. It's the only motivation he needs to stay alive and keep going.
Soft moments with you
We all know how utterly in love with you this scientist is as he never hides it in front of anyone. He loves showing off his beautiful partner to his colleagues and will praise you to high heaven to anyone who listens. His whole demeanor seems brighter and more relaxed whenever you visit his workplace or when you keep him company at those pretentious galas. Everything is easier and the world is brighter as long as he has you by his side.
Viktor is a very attentive and considerate lover. He loves listening to you talk about your interests and will try to keep up with them. If there is a book you like, he makes sure to read it so that you two can discuss it together. Do you want to go to a newly-opened museum? Well, why not make a date out of it? He also notices when your eyes linger for too long on a certain trinket whenever you visit the markets so he makes sure to buy it when you're not looking and gifts it to you later. For him, the greatest gift of all is the sparkle of happiness in your enchanting eyes.
He very much appreciates your attention and feedback when it comes to his work and inventions. If he happens to be stuck on a certain mechanism and you offer advice that genuinely helps, he'll gather you in his arms and plant soft kisses all over your smiling cheeks. You never cease to amaze him and he loves you for that.
You cannot imagine how much it means to him to have someone who accompanies him on the bad days. Your support and soft touches make the pain so much more bearable and he feels like the luckiest man in the world to have someone as lovely as you stay by his side for better or for worse.
Viktor loves praising you, whether it be your looks, your good heart, or your wit. He genuinely finds you beautiful and you will often catch him looking wistfully at your features, daydreaming about kissing them and softly tracing them with his calloused fingers.
Place your lips softly on his beauty marks and watch him turn to putty in your hands. He craves your closeness and your touch, as he thinks that your embrace is worthy of going to war for.
Genuinely tears up whenever you gift him something thoughtful, doesn't matter if it's a science book that he's been eyeing for months or a pretty rock that made you think of his soft almond eyes. He is so grateful for your generosity and consideration that he'll never be able to put it into words.
Viktor is a very romantic man and shows it without shame. He will take you on lovely dates, give you the most endearing nicknames he can think of, and will always remind you how important you are to him.
Some of his favorite pet names for you include: ljubavi moja (my love), sunce moje (my sun), anđele moj (my angel), and, in English, he loves calling you his darling or his heart.
Some of his favorite activities with you include sleeping in, cuddling on the couch while reading, doing domestic chores, and stargazing while talking about what the future holds for you two.
He loves to initiate tickle fights. Seeing your face full of unadulterated joy, hearing your loud laugh, and feeling your body tremble and shake underneath his hands makes Viktor's heart skip a beat.
Overall, Viktor is a wonderful person to have as a partner and there will be no shortage of fluffy and soft moments in your life as long as he's around.
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allora1233 · 9 months
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ℍ𝕦𝕘𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕘 ℍ𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥
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genre: comfort - drabble
pairing: Viktor x Reader
wc: >1k
a/n: Fun fact about this fic: this is based on something my ex said to me, and I've never been the same since. Also, the pleasant smell of old books is called bibliosmia.
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The door creaks as you poke your head into the laboratory, sighing in relief as you see only Viktor standing in the room with a book in hand. You walk in and shut the door behind you before making a beeline for the lean man. He turns around and glances up, eyebrows raised as he was not expecting you to be the one that walked through the door. "Y/N, what brings you he-"
Before he can finish his sentence, you're standing in front of him with your face buried in his chest. Viktor looks down at you, his brows furrowed in confusion and worry. Slowly setting down his book and steadying himself against you to put his cane to the side, he wraps his arms around you. "What's wrong, my love?" You remain silent for a moment, simply wanting to take in Viktor's presence and forget about your day. Taking a deep breath in, your senses are flooded with his scent. It's always a pleasant mixture of coffee and old books, like a library with its own café. And not a Starbucks or some other big brand. An authentic café you can only find at this library.
Your arms float up and slowly wrap themselves around his waist. "Hey." Your voice comes out softer than you expected it to. "Hey. Do you want to talk about it?"
"Not right now. I just want a hug." Viktor nods and holds you closer, his hand rubbing circles on your lower back. You close your eyes, humming at the feeling and melt into him. You adjusted yourself so your head was resting comfortably against his shoulder. A comfortable silence forms in the air as the minutes go by, only the sound of soft breathing from both of you is heard. Neither of you two move, perfectly content being in each other's arms.
Inhaling deeply once more, you slowly pull away from Viktor. But not all the way. You still wanted to feel him close. Your hands move up around his neck as his hands slide back and rest on your waist. When you look up at him, you're met with his gaze already staring down at you. "You know, you are the perfect hugging height."
You blink, not expecting that sentence to be what finally broke the silence. "Really?" He nods. "Mhmm. Your head rests nicely against my shoulder and my arms are long enough to hold you right. I am able to keep my balance with you without my cane. And you are just tall enough for me to do this." Viktor lowers his head just enough to give you a gentle peck on the forehead. You hum. "Yeah, but still too short to properly do this." You push yourself up to your tippy toes and pull him into a kiss that he glady returns. He leans back and smiles at you, an action you happily mirror. "Thank you Vik. I really don't know what I would do without you."
"And the same goes to you. You are my muse, you know?" Your gaze softens as your heart swells with love. How did you get so lucky? "I know." After another moment of pure sugar fluff, you help Viktor with whatever it was he was working on before you came in. You already forgot why you were so upset to begin with.
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mistiell · 2 years
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How Arcane Characters Flirt
A/N: Hi, so, I know it’s been awhile. Sorry for not posting, I just haven’t had a lot of time to write between assignments and having to cope with life in general, y’know? Anyway, I hope these make up for my absence! lmao
Viktor
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- You’d think he’d be kinda bad at flirting but surprisingly, he’s pretty good at it
- Loves playful banter and teasing
- Lots of sass
- If you quip back at him with something witty, he just about proposes on the spot
- Gets kinda flustered when you flirt back but recovers quickly and matches your energy
- Knows how to fluster you and takes full advantage of it
-You have his undivided attention whenever you’re speaking
- Jayce and whatever he has to say can wait, he’s listening to you ramble about your favourite book right now
- Asks questions so you know he’s interested
- Does a little bit of research about your favourite things whenever he has free time so that he can better contribute to the conversation next time
Jayce
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- He’s a little lost but has some idea of how to flirt
- Tons upon tons of compliments
- Compliments your outfit, hair, eyes, etc.
- Talks your ear off about anything and everything
- Brags a little bit about his accomplishments to impress you
- Nothing over the top. Just casually mentions something he’s done every so often when the opportunity arises
- Makes you coffee every time you come visit the lab
- It’s become such a habit that he has it ready for you by the time you get there
Silco
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- Good god
- Okay, so you’d think he’d be pretty good at flirting, right?
- W r o n g
- When he genuinely likes someone, he clams up completely
- The man is emotionally constipated and has no clue how to flirt with you
- He’ll compliment your outfit every so often but he’s kinda stiff and awkward while doing it
- Lowkey endearing tbh
- (Dw, though, he gets a lot better at it as your relationship progresses)
- Another one that will listen to you talk about anything
- You know he likes you when you’re talking about something you like and he actually takes the time to listen and takes an interest in it
Vi
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- Holy shit she’s such a flirt
- Compliments and flirty jokes all the time
- So smooth about it too
- You could slip and fall off of a building and she’d make some cheesy pick up line about you falling for her after she catches you
-Gets so flustered when you flirt back
- Goes beet red
- Finds a nickname that suits you and calls you by it 24/7
Jinx
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- She flirts with you all the time
- Jokes and pokes fun at you a little
- VERY careful to never makes fun of anything that actually bothers you, though
-It’s all in good fun
- She finds any excuse to touch you as long as you’re good with touch
- does anything that can be played off as platonic affection
- She’ll grab your hand and just fiddle with your fingers while you’re talking or maybe lean her head on your shoulder.
Mel
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- SO smooth
- Compliments out the wazoo
- Always makes a point to compliment something about you whenever you talk to her
- She’ll buy you little things every so often just because they reminded her of you
- Paints you small pictures of things she knows you like
- Always stops to talk to you whenever she spots you in the halls
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ursawastricked · 1 year
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Distracting: Part 2
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Viktor has been harboring guilt over his accidental thievery of your used champagne glass. At least he had the security that you were none the wiser..that doesn't change that your even harder to ignore now that he spent the weekend studying your lip print 
warnings: More of Viktor's developing crush on you, lots of flashback to after the party, him being soft, some VERY mild suggestive stuff..don’t worry more is to come in the next part 
Read part 1 here
Word count : 2,339
“Is the sun always that bright?” Viktor whined, covering his gaze as he hurried over toward the window, leaning toward it and squinting disaprovingly at the sunny world beyond it, before pulling on the shades and banishing the light. His head didnt exactly pound anymore, but he had a way of ending up hung over whenever he drank, call it his low weight, or the fact that his anatomy consistently seemed against him, if there was alcohol, it hurts the next day.
“I think it always stays like that Vik '' you answer, earning an unimpressed glance your way as he limps toward his desk and places down his bag. You stretch your arms upward, humming lightly as you feel the satisfying crackle in your spine and knuckles. You personally, feel wonderful. After the party over the weekend, you peeled away your dress and were fast to slip into a hot bath, allowing for your sore muscles to relax and let you practically fall into a perfectly restful weekend. You dont recall too much other than resting on your couch, reading the current novel that had infected your every thought, one you had also slipped into your bag for today when the lab was getting a little boring.
“Ugh..” You hear Viktor let out a relch at the sound of your joints popping, “Why, every morning..That isnt good for you, and it is worse to listen to” He lectured, placing himself in his chair, slowly turning to face you so that his point would get across. You mimic him immedietly, a practiced motion, turning to face him, and mirroring his posture and how his fingers laced together on his knee. He flashed yet another disaproving look, this time punctuated with a, “Rude”.
You snicker lightly, returning yourself to face your desk. Unpacking your bag only takes another minute or so, that moment remaining silent as you and Viktor set up for today's work load. The silence was normal, especially with Viktor, but that's why you liked working with him. While you could spend hours talking with Jayce, bouncing back and forth in a hyper focused frenzy, you much more enjoyed the comfortable silence of working next to Viktor. You had developed a ritual of passing back and forth materials and tools as you worked simultaneously on projects.
He was always respectful, never intentionally touching you without reason, and if he did bump you, he was quick to apologize, which you enjoyed only because of how flustered he got when he began to stumble over words so fast he began to slip into his native language. Or when he would tap you lightly with a pencil, and you would turn to see what he needed, only for him to lean over your notebook and scribble something down, like a warning before he did so.
You had caught yourself memorizing his little mannerisms over time, keeping a small tally at the top corner of your pages for every time he had tricked you into letting him fix a note, or murmured a word you didnt recognize when fidgeting with a new project. It relaxed you, like a little grounding tool to keep your mind occupied when you had tired yourself with your work, a healthy distraction. So you lazily flipped open your notebook to the current page, doodling a little box for today's tallies before pulling the sheet off your current project and beginning your busy work. Viktor sat quietly as he began his project, as usual. He had just gone for his wrench when he caught movement in the corner of his eyes, a familiar motion he had memorized, you're playing with your hair again. His gaze tracks the motion, how the tufts flutter about, if he was closer like last time, he was sure he would be able to smell the shampoo you used again..if he was correct in assuming, it smelt like honey. He didnt notice he was staring until you turned your head and caught him. Your eyes lock with his golden gaze for a short moment, a blissful second of eyecontact between you, before he caught it and you watched his gaze flicker around, his head turning swiftly before settling back on his work and his form shrank down far too close to his project to be safe, but successfully he had avoided the chance of you seeing how harshly his face darkened red. His breath was shaky, as he struggled to keep it low enough that you coculdnt hear. How frustrating, it had been getting harder to avoid your prying eyes, more tedious to avoid you catching him logging your smiles, and even harder to keep up conversations without smiling too much, and you had only added another level to it with that damned glass. That weekend, he had smuggled that stupid glass away from the party. He didnt know why, in fact he was sure it was a trance when he walked into him and Jayce shared an apartment, only to find the empty champagne glass still tucked in his palm. Jayce locked the door as Viktor considered what could have happened to end up here, now a thief..through the glass couldn’t be too expensive, it felt rather cheap.
“What's that you got there?” Jayce asked, leaning over Viktor and causing him the flinch, almost hard enough to send the delicate glass shattering across the floor. He gripped it tighter, giving one of his famously annoyed glances. Jayce lifted his brows, motioning specifically toward the rouge lipstain at the edge.
“Oh? Oh hoho..that color there looks pretty familiar” Jayce had started to tease, his chest was starting to bob with a deep chuckle, the kind he had always given when he was preparing to tease him.
Viktor felt the stab of anxity in his stomach, looking quickly between Jayce’s knowing gaze and the glass before he squirmed a bit away, trying to hide away in his room, fast.
“I dont want to talk about it.” He insisted, tucking away into his room and quickly hiding away the used glass in his closet with a slam.
“Talk about what? Did they give it to you or did you mean to steal it?” Jayce practically howled as he leaned into Viktors room, watching as his friend as he struggled to undo his tie with furious aggression, only getting more incense the longer he struggled. With a loud huff he finally undid it, now wrestling with his shirt vest,
“I didn’t mean t- I didnt steal it from them” He insisted, pulled off the vest before landing on his bed and taking off his shoes, “Oh..so you're not denying it anymore?” Viktor froze, his hands ceasing shakily over his cufflinks. Jayce smirked teasingly, suppressing another laugh until Viktor flung a loose shoe toward him. He quickly took the hint, “Okay! Okay! Good night loverboy-” He laughed, slipping away and leaving Viktor flushed violently and gripping his hair as he fell back into his bed. 
At least now he could let his face cool down now that you were no longer watching him, it of course was easier to work and ignore you for a few minutes at a time. Until..
“Hey guys! Sorry I'm late,” Jayce hollered, bursting through the door, nearly tripping over the doorway and spilling the offering of coffe for the trio.
Yes, Viktor was screwed now. Jayce knew, he dditn know to what extent, but he did know. He knew about the glass.
“Here ya go,” Jayce chirped, handing you a coffee with that stupid winning smile.
“Aw, thanks ya goof. You know, you could just not be late, then you wouldn't need to get us coffee every monday.” You explain, sipping the drink as you watch him float off toward Viktor who had frozen solid since the door opened.
“Then I would miss out on your winning smile, you have a very special smile when you get surprised by coffee” He replied, twirling around to the other side of an unresponsive Viktor. He placed the cup beside his friend's hand, leaning over his shoulder to whisper where you couldnt hear.
“I got you the same order, in case you want to ‘swap’ cups again,” He hummed, almost getting hit as Viktor swatted him away. Jayce snickered quietly, slipping away to his own work.
Viktor sat staring at his coffee for a few moments, regrettably reaching for it. Coffee was essential, how unfortunate that it was a gift from Jayce..he drank it non the less, pressing his lips to the lid and gulping down a few mouthfulls and returning finally to an average working pace.
“Vik? Are you there?” Viktor snapped out of his focused state, turning toward the sound before pulling off his goggles and finding you much closer than he expected you to be. You stoof next to him, leaning a little over his side after spending the past minute or so trying to get his attention. You tilted your head, giving an amused huff as you slipped some papers to his desk. “Thank Janna the fire alarm wasn’t going off, you would be cooked by now.” He blinked, glancing from you to the papers a few times before turning to read them better. He pulled them from the table, acutely aware of the fleeting warmth your hands had left. 
“Hmm..yes, and I'm sure in wouldn’t notice the heat or pain either,” he replied, looking over your notes with a similar, less intense, focus.
“I wouldnt be surprised, you kinda run on autopilot when you're zoned out. Once you stole my pencil for the day after fixing my notes”, You pull yourself up on the desk, crossing your legs and watching as he scribbles down corrections to your equasions. “And you have yet to return that novel I let you borrow, you're kind of a clepto.” 
“I am not a ‘clepto’” he huffed, adjusting one of your notes, biting on the edge of his pencil,
“That's my pencil..”
He pulled it away from his teeth, inspecting it for any signs he may recognize. He flipped it in his hand, finding your initials etched into the wood.. 
“Ah..so it is..” he muttered, finishing his edits before offering you the pencil. 
“No, you keep it.” You say, declining the chewed on pencil and snatching up your papers. You hug them to your chest, walking a step or two before leaning down close to his ear, “Add it to your little collection,” you purr, straightening up and hurrying toward Jayce for a final opinion.
Viktor stills in his seat, holding the pencil loosely between his fingers and staring blankely at the edge of the desk. He twitched his hand lightly, unable to do much more after that. 
You were so close..he still felt the warmth of your breath across his throat, the memory of it sending a static shiver down his spine, causing him to lean over his desk and place his head againstt his hands. You were warm, even though you hadnt touched him, and being so close, he could confirm..your shampoo smells like honey.And when you sat on his desk, he had fought every instinct in his body not to look at you, not when you sat above him like that. Your legs crossed, leaned over his work. If he reached over, he could have confirmed another theory, whether or not your thighs were as soft as they looked- Damn it, focus. He coudln’t be doing this, not here. You were no less than a yard away and all he couldnt think about was how good you smelt, how your breath felt against his neck..how your lipstain would look against his skin. He had noticed you were wearing the same color as before.
‘Stop it. They work with you.’ 
He grabbed his coffee, sipping it aimlessly.
The night after the party, Viktor had sat staring at the single stained glass on his desk. He had pulled it out to clean it, thinking at least he could put it in the kitchen and just forget all about his accidentale thievery. Instead, he had ended up watching it, as if it would squirm or come to life if he only watched for long enough. 
He didnt clean it..he let it sit on his desk and continued on with his day. On occasion he would glance at it, sometimes walking over and holding it to closely inspect the print of your lips left on its crystal edge. He always rounded back to it, replaying the memory of you in that dress, giving him the rest of your drink..you smiled..maybe you knew- of course you didnt. Why would you know? He was good about hiding it, right? He didn’t think he made it too obvious, maybe stareing a bit longer than he should have, or that one instance where he had to hide the smile tally from you when you had seemingly manifested beside him.
 Before he had slept that night, he absentmindenly brought it with him to the kitchen..he ment to clean it..but instead he had filled it, nursing down a bit of wine to trick his brain into sleeping. Maybe even allow for a dream similar to the events of the party..with less of him standing alone. 
He groaned lightly to himself, standing and grabbing his crutch before walking across the room toward the door. 
“Everything ok Viktor?” Jayce asked, pulling his attention away from the blackboard,
“Just need some fresh air..” Viktor replied, escaping the lab, and making his way down the hall. 
After a walk his head would be clear enough to work again. He would be able ti at least make some progress on the assignment without his thoughts drifting back to how your uniform looked against your skin, or how pretty your voice sounded when you gifted him your stolen pencil..
“Add it to your little collection..” 
He paused..eyes wide. “Oh..no..” 
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bridgetotheskyyy · 6 months
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Ingenious - Viktor
Kinktober Masterlist
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Warnings: 18+, rimming, oral sex, fluff, established relationship, reader is more dominant, 69 position,
A/n: Kinktober day 4: rimming! Not beta read and written fast so excuse any errors. Let's all agree to read this in mobile bc my banner looks so much better there 😭
Word count: 1.3k
Read on ao3
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Viktor had and would never be fond of sponsor events, but this one You and Jayce had finally managed to drag him to just might be worthwhile.
“He got caught doing what?”
Raucous laughter erupted from aristocrats of Piltover. One woman shrieked with laughter and leaned over so far she spilled her drink on her date.
Viktor shook his head; it would never fail to amaze him just how little it took to make these refined Upsiders lose their smooth edges ― just a few drinks and look at them. 
One of the women leaned over the table, armed with a cheshire smile and more than willing to give details. “You heard me; when they found him his date was tonguing his ―”
“Rosaline!” Another chastised.
 A group of women nearby collapsed into fits of giggle as so-called Rosaline stuck her tongue out to draw circles in the air.
Jayce cleared his throat and raised his wine glass to his temple. “Dear god,” he chuckled nervously.
A man elbowed him. “Remember when these things were about science and progress? Fat chance of that now …”
“Goodness me, who would be that comfortable?” another woman clutched her pearls, mock-scandalized.
But Viktor’s eyes were on you, eyeing him seductively from across the table. Viktor blushed, swallowed dry and faced his reflection in the pool of his wine glass.
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“You want to do that?”
Viktor nearly knocked over one of his prototypes.
“What?”
“Don’t be coy.” You climbed into bed. “Do you want me to rim you?”
Viktor blinked furiously. “Did you, by chance ―” His eyes flickered over your pink face. “― have a bit too much to drink yourself tonight?”
“Oh, I am positively sober, my love.” You laid on the bed, knuckles supporting your chin as you waved your legs back and forth. “And don’t change the subject. Do you?”
Viktor let the question hang, unsure of what to do with his hands. “Well …” his voice creaked. 
“What? Are you afraid you’ll get caught like the guy in the papers?”
“Er ― not necessarily, no.”
You rolled over in bed. “Then what?”
Viktor didn’t answer.
“Don’t pretend like you haven’t wondered ― it’s hardly the most insane thing we’ve ever done. Honestly, Viktor, what happened to glorious evolution ―”
Viktor stammered. “That is not what I meant. That is not what anyone meant.”
You collapsed into giggles. When you came to, Viktor was on top of you.
“If you insist, then why not try now?” He purred, palming your sides.
You wiggled your eyebrows in challenge. “Yes. Why not?”
Viktor kissed you
You parted from him. Your eyes shone with something he couldn’t recognize.
“I have an idea.” You smirked.
Viktor eyed you with feigned incredulity. “Always a good thing, I’ve noticed.”
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“Oh, dear god …!”
Your tongue trailed the underside of Viktor’s cock. His thighs trembled under your caressing hands. You pressed into the inner skin to hold him still forking your tongue into his beading slit.
“I’m ― not sure that’s where your mouth should be for this ―”
Viktor emitted a heavenly sigh as you released his balls from your mouth with a loud pop. 
“I’m just warming you up, beloved,” You said.
“I suppose I should be flattered ― mmm …!”
“Viktor.” You paused to meet his eye, his cock secure in your hold. “I need you to turn your brain off.”
“Assist me in that endeavor, dear.”
You rolled your eyes. You didn’t want Viktor smart-assing you every five seconds; you wanted him breathless, blushing, crying. You decided: enough games.
You gave his cockhead a quick, sweet kiss and trail down farther, farther ―
Viktor drew in a sharp breath as your tongue ran over his puckered hole, lingering in your lick. You parted his buttocks for easier access to him, opening an eye to see his cock twitch as you flicked at his again.
You were getting your wish; with each flick and swish of your tongue, Viktor’s voice hung longer and softer in the air. Something like your name hung there as you worked on him. You kissed his hole, bringing your pucker to his and sucked ―
“Maahaa …!” 
That’s better. You reached for Viktor’s cock, pumped him thrice before aligning your passionate licks with your strokes. Viktor trembled underneath you; the sheets lifted and you knew he was clenching them in his fists, desperate to stay still for you and losing.
You stroked his twitching stomach with your other hand as you sat preoccupied with your meal. You broke away from his hole to suck his balls into your mouth ―
“Aah!” Viktor raised from bed only to fall back into the pillows. A quivering hand thread into your hair, fingers keeping you gripped and close to his nether regions.
You reached into your panties, fingering yourself eagerly to the sounds Viktor made. You thumbed your clit as you removed your mouth to thumb Viktor, the tip penetrating the tight muscle. 
“I ― I’m close …!” Viktor rasped.
His voice went right to your clit as you flicked and flicked. You forced yourself to remove your hand. You broke away from Viktor as he threatened to reach his peak. You brainstormed to the tune of Viktor’s pleasured sighs. A lightbulb flashed your mind’s eye, prompting a smile.
“I’ve got another idea,” You said.
Viktor laughed breathlessly. “And here I thought I was the ingenious scientist.”
“Perhaps,” You allowed, standing to undress out of your remaining garments. Admittedly, you would miss the way your dress hugged your breasts, but surely Viktor would find a better use for them sooner rather than later. “But you and I both know this ―” You let your dress pool around your feet to reveal to Viktor a matching pair of lace bra and panties. “ ― is my domain.”
You stripped for him, aware of the way his eyes hungered after you. You climbed the bed and kissed Viktor’s temple. “Close your eyes.”
He shot you an incredulous look, but obeyed. 
You straddled him. “You won’t stop talking,” You reversed yourself so you were facing Viktor’s lower half, “and I don’t want you cumming without me, so I should give your mouth something to do.” 
You sat atop his face, suppressing a quiver as Viktor’s lips parted against your clit. 
“Ah, I see,” he murmured beneath you. “Most … ingenious.”
“You’re not gonna let that go, are you?”
“No, I’m not.”
You rolled your eyes. “Just get to work.”
Viktor snickered, hooking his arms over the fat of your thighs to scoot you closer. Your cunt fell into his open mouth, and you gripped his leg tight as you heard the tight suction sounds as his lips gripped your clit. 
You stuttered above him. You lowered yourself with caution, one hand gripping Viktor’s engorged while the other traveled lower to tap fingers against his abused hole.
“Nurgh!” Viktor’s hot breath hit your excited clit. “That’s good …!”
“What?” You still had the will to tease. “Here?” You pressed against his hole. “Or here?” You cooed. “C’mon, Viktor, use your words ― aaha!”
Viktor had bitten hard into your thigh. 
“You know what I want,” he growled. “Stop teasing.”
“All right, all right, don’t have to be forceful ― okay!” You added as Viktor grazed his teeth on your thigh in warning.
You took Viktor in your mouth, and immediately upon tasting the tight pink skin knew neither of you would last long like this. 
“Fuck …!” You lurched as Viktor took his appreciation out on your clit, swiping and kissing and sucking ― 
You clenched on his tongue, humming as you sucked him hard into your mouth. You fucked him on your finger, his hole still wet from your ardent licks, and a few seconds later Viktor followed you, spilling his seed into your willing mouth. You dug nails into his thigh as his fervor refused to wane and he ate and ate and ate, the slick sounding against his tongue.
You swallowed what you could. Your legs ached to relax. Viktor was first, though; he caught you as you fell to the side. He turned himself over so he and you were facing each other at the foot of the bed.
“Well, that was a fun experiment,” You said.
“They always are.” Viktor said, and he kissed your cheek. “Especially the ones you participate in.”
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ficfanatictrf · 1 year
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Forgotten
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Summary: Attempting to head into work early, Viktor finds that he had forgotten a vital part of his morning routine. I needed to write something sweet, as I keep hating every scene I write for another piece, I feel like I am going mad with how much I just hate it.
In the early morning, not even the sun having started to illuminate the room you were in. Shuffling was heard around you, the unmistakable off beat steps making it clear just who was moving around in the dark.
Cracking one eye open, you would just barely make out the outline of the man's figure in the room. You could tell that he was already dressed for the day, packing up the last few things that he needed before he would be heading back to the lab.
You normally would have been upset by him slipping from your bed without any notice, but after multiple conversations the man had been making so many positive changes to take care of his own health that if he was heading in early it was probably for something big. This wasn't a thing he did often anymore and with him now coming home for dinner and getting to sleep at a semi-decent time, you couldn't find it in you to berate him over this.
"Shit shit-" Viktor's hasty whisper was heard before his cane made a loud crack against the floor. You could see how he cringed, turning to face you to find you looking right back at him.
"...I'm so sorry Solnyshko, I didn't mean to wake you..." Scooping his cane back up, he made his way over to sit on the edge of the bed, placing a warm kiss to your forehead.
"Go back to sleep, I will you after work like always. I will even bring you a little treat from that bakery you like, as a treat?" He asked softly, placing another kiss to your forehead as he stood back up.
As he headed to the door, you couldn't help notice that he was forgetting something, a thing you had been pushing for him to do for weeks now.
"Aren't you forgetting something, love?"
At your words, Viktor froze, slowly turning to face you with both guilt and...confusion?
"Of course, how could I have forgotten?" He said, though his normal tone was replaced with one of apprehension.
Returning back to your side, as he returned to sitting beside you his hand came to cradle to side of your neck.
The kiss he gave you was sweet and soft, nothing short of perfectly loving. So much so that as he stood back up and headed for the door, you hadn't spoken instantly but only when he nearly was through the doorway into the next room.
"No no, not that! Your water bottle, you promised to take it with you so that you could remember to hydrate"
The water bottle was in fact on the bedside table and not in his bag like it should be. At this, a soft scoff was heard from the man as he made his way over to retrieve the said item.
"Right, of course. Thank you my dear"
Getting snuggled back up in your blankets, you watched as he got everything arranged perfectly in his bag. The soft 'I love you' that you sent after him being barely a whisper.
But as you slowly felt yourself slipping back into your dreams, you knew that you heard Viktor saying it back, just like he always did.
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honey-tongued-devil · 11 months
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[Part 2/?]
It was very quick, but god how could I give this man around 50 kisses in less than 24h?? Dunno, maybe I should… you know, remove his shirt to have more space? Do you want to keep kiss him??
Ps. I loved every single comment and reblog, so… do you want to give him another kiss? Where? (He will have top surgery scar if the second drawing will happen)
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corabloom13 · 1 year
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Arcane x Reader with miscarriage/stillbirth headcanons
MASSIVE TW for miscarriage, stillbirth infertility medical stuff.
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You and Silco were both planning on a new baby for a while. Singed warned such a pregnancy would be high-risk - but you both took the chance knowing what was likely to come.
When you miscarried, Silco ran straight to you upon hearing your blood-curdling cries. He wasn't about to let you do this alone. He held you on your bed, brushing away sweaty bangs.
You felt guilty. After years of trying for a baby you failed. Silco blamed you, didn't he? "It's not your fault," he assured you, bundling up your baby gently so he could lay them to rest. Silco's without qualms for cleaning you up, to. Deep down he's heartbroken just as much as you are but he knows whatever he feels it will be immeasurably worse for you.
Which is why adopting Jinx never seemed like a bad idea to him. Silco should've asked you about it before, but when your eyes lit up your arms wrapped your new daughter in a warm hug. "Maybe it's possible it all worked out in the end," you coo to him.
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According to doctors, your pregnancy was fine. Your baby had a steady heartbeat, you and Viktor were ecstatic to become a family.
Which is why both of your hearts shatter come delivery day, your infant pops out not breathing. "Vik, what's wrong?!" You demand as hospital staff rush your baby out of the room. Viktor is torn between following his child and staying to protect you but one reassuring yet concerned look in his golden eyes tell how nervous he is. "I'll be right back, Love." He lightly kisses your forehead before following where they were taking the newborn.
When he returned, eyes puffy tears staining his pale face you knew. Viktor didn't need to utter a sound for you to understand your child was gone. A rare moment occurred where both of you were vulnerable, holding each other. What about all the plans they had as a family? What about the nursery you decorated with peculiar toys and trinkets Viktor spent days slaving away to craft?
Years slip by. Apparently you ended up infertile from the stillbirth - something you personally found bizarre. You and Viktor drifted somewhat in your relationship, you end up not wanting to dwell on such hardships and Viktor drowning himself with his work. "HexTech can save lives, Y/N," he mumbles at the lab while you're coaxing him to come home for the night. "Vik, you've been up here for weeks. Why not sleep at home tonight, hmm?"
"But the Hexcore - it responds to biomatter. It revives and replenishes dead tissues -" "Viktor!" You scold, bunching your fists. "You push the world, everyone away including me so you can slave away on Hextech. I know how much you want to save lives, but what's done is done. Our baby died years ago, Vik, you don't think I know that? All the nights I lay awake wishing for a child to hold? How I go into the unused nursery, sobbing at the crib that will never have a baby to hold?" You take a deep breath, rubbing your eyes. "As much as you may wish for things to be different, I get it. But no amount of experiments will be able to fix this. Let's just try and fix us, alright? C'mon, let's head home."
Viktor stands up, holding you in a much needed hug before holding your hand escorting you home.
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Jinx was always extra careful around you while you were pregnant. She hardly is ever careful, so she must care for you and your baby a lot.
You don't know how to tell her you miscarried. Jinx put in so much effort to look after you, if you tell her you lost the baby her heart will surely break. "Do you want me to tell her for you, Y/N?" Silco offers smoking a cigar. "Nah, I can handle it."
"Toots!" Jinx's blue hair dances when she sees you climb up into her hideout. "Jinx, there's something we need to talk about," Jinx lifts up her goggles nodding. "Sure thing but check this out!" Pulling out a contraption from under her desk, it's metal with prongs holding dangling handmade stuffed toys. Decorated in bright blues and pinks, Jinx presses a button as her machine spins playing music. "It's a mobile!!"
"That is very sweet of you, Jinx, however something came up-" "Oh! Almost forgot!" She chuckles, lips curling in a smile. "These bad boys can watch your baby like a hawk. Anyone tries to steal it and - bam!" Her hands hold up a miniature bomb. "Yes thank you for your help, but -" "If ya ever need help burpin' em, this baby bouncer outta-" "Jinx, there is no baby!"
Her grey eyes widen, head tilting. "Y-You're joking right?" She chuckles, lightening the mood. You sit beside her at Jinx's bench, holding her scrawny, delicate hands in yours. "No, unfortunately its not a joke. I lost the baby yesterday, which is why I wasn't able to see you." Her eyes turn cold. "B-But we were careful! We were careful to make sure you had what you needed-" Jinx jerks her head, shaking it in disagreement. You knew she was prone to hallucinations, exactly why you avoided this chat with her.
"Look, no matter what the voices are saying it wasn't your fault. We did our best and in the end it didn't work." "No! You're going to leave, ain't ya sweetheart?!" Jinx jolts from her seat, pacing. "Yeah. You'll leave all because I couldn't save anyone. You're no different then Vi!" You rush to her as both of you break down crying, holding her in an embrace. "How long has it been since anyone held you like this?" You ask.
"Y-You're not gonna ditch me, Y/N?" You cup her face, heartbroken by all that she's gone through but glad that you had each other. "Of course not! It wasn't your fault. Now, let's grab some drinks at the last drop, hmm?"
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You were already pregnant when you started dating Sevika. She could've cared less, but of course your baby would be protected under her watchful eyes.
Which is why she was concerned when Singed told you it was twins. Sevika didn't think the Undercity would provide enough supplies to look after them. "I'll see what Silco can do," she said kissing your abdomen.
Sevika was out on a mission - "Babysitting Jinx. Am really over qualified for this shit." - When your water broke. Being alone upstairs of the Last Drop was harsh, as you made yourself comfortable on the couch as much as you could. When one of Silco's goons walked in they sent for Sevika right away.
Twin stillbirths seemed to hit both of you like a truck. Sevika blames herself for not being there when you needed her. That's how she learned to keep her professional and personal lives separated.
That night, as you lay in bed quieter than usual your partner sits on the edge of your bed, her mechanical hand holding yours. "Y'know, it's gonna hurt like fucking hell, Y/N. Don't expect it to be pretty. I've known a few people who were in your situation and they-" you turn so she can see your face, her features softening upon seeing you. "They are okay. They weren't okay at first, but they took one day at a time." She cuddles close to you, as you smell liqueur and shimmer on her it's all comforting. It's Sevika, Sevika who would be your knight in shining armor. Your right hand man. She'd never leave you for the world.
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Jayce did need to worry. After all the doctors told you both this was a high-risk pregnancy.
"Y/N, you'll be fine," he reassuringly rests his hand on your abdomen. Despite his kind words you couldn't help to worry. This was Piltover's Golden Boy's heir to House Talis, the child of an empowering councilor.
Jayce worked a lot - meetings and presentations. He wished he could be with you more to enjoy this precious time, but his brother-in-arms Viktor made sure to help you and kept an eye on you if you needed anything.
Jayce was pulled backstage by Sky during a presentation in front of the whole damn city. When he snapped at her he saw her face which revealed what happened. "Shit!" He dashes out of the building, ignoring crowds of people who adored and admired him.
"Y/N!!" Jayce pulls the hospital curtain over to see you. Wiping your tears with your hand, you choke on your sobs. "The...b-baby flat lined and...." You squeeze his hand, screaming at the top of your lungs.
"I-I am so sorry, I should've spent more time with you-" "I forgive you," you say, pulling him into a comforting kiss. After all Jayce showed up didn't he? He reassured you when your fears got the better of you while massaging your ankles. "Get some rest, alright? We'll talk about it in the morning."
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You're stillbirth somehow magically never created a rift between you two.
Granted no relationship is perfect, but Ekko would be damned if he let your baby's death cause friction between you two.
Ekko is adaptable enough to try and continue one day at a time, even for your sake. He'd keep you comfortable in the Firelights hideout, allowing you to take a break for as long as you need.
"Found this old gramophone. Think you can fix it up?" He asks, as you nodd. He'd always adored you for your tinkering, even if you couldn't fix everything he'd have you focus on what you could fix.
When you lost your baby, Ekko and the Firelights created the best send off for them. A decorated casket with flowers. As they buried them by their mural, they released a sworn of Firelights up in the sky.
It was honestly more than you could ask for. It wasn't ideal but knowing Ekko knew what to do next kinda saved your life.
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fairy-writes · 1 year
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Vampire!Viktor x Female!Reader 01
i’ve been having brain rot about vampire!viktor and a female!reader, and just—
this is now a series i’ve dubbed cryptid!viktor! here’s a little blurb about merman!viktor :) linked HERE
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you first meet him when you go to explore a decrepit old mansion on the hill of your little village in the middle of the night. the year is 18th century something, and you hike your skirts up as you scale the tall wrought iron fence surrounding the estate. except as you climb the wall, you realize it’s basically rusted steel.
why was that? wasn’t steel more expensive than iron?
this was a bad idea, but you were always curious and liked old things. they made you sad. but in a good way.
the estate is just as drab and creepy up close as it was far away. but you are astounded by the detail. gargoyles and griffons positioned at the tops of the corners keep watch over the massive house, and their stone eyes seem to follow you as you approach the large front door. 
the door is made of wood, and there is a large cast iron (again, you realize it’s steel) knocker in the shape of what looks like a demon with horns. is it a bad omen? you clutch your necklace tight in your fist as you reach for the door knocker and knock twice. 
nothing. 
the door is unlocked, and you have to put your entire body weight against it in order to open the beast of a door. inside is almost pitch black, and you hoist your bag that’s been strapped against your torso until now, and pull out a packet of matches. then feeling along the wall, you find a candelabra and use the match to light the dusty candles. 
the room is illuminated by the warm glow, and you swear you see glowing golden eyes in the corner. but as you look closer, they simply disappear. 
talk about spooky.
cobwebs hang from the chandelier, and the air is thick with dust, making you sneeze and almost blow your candles out. a breeze comes through the open door, and the flames flicker and go out. 
suddenly you get a very, very bad feeling. 
“who are you?” comes an accented voice, and you jump, whirling and feeling your skirts swish against your heeled boots as you look up to the top of the massive staircase. 
the man is dressed immaculately in a cravat, a pristine white long-sleeved shirt with puffy sleeves, a wine-red vest, and slim trousers that hug his legs all the way down to his shined shoes. his hair is a dark chocolate brown, and his eyes are that glowing golden color. 
the eyes from before. 
“i did knock,” you say hastily, and he scoffs,
“i heard you. now who are you?” is all he says in return, and you spin on a heel, dropping the candelabra and sprinting for the door. 
only for it to slam shut, leaving you beating against the wood. 
“let me out!” you shriek and turn back to face the man. he’s descended the stairs now and is but a few paces away. somewhere in the back of your mind, you realize he’s beautiful. with porcelain skin and two beauty marks dotting his cheeks. his eyes aren’t exactly gold, but a pretty amber that seemingly glows gold with unnatural power. 
“no, i don’t think i will. what is your name?” he says, and you swallow as he gets closer, stuttering out your name. 
but there’s something on his face that you can’t quite define.
“what are you going to do to me?” you whisper, and he tilts his head,
“that i am not sure of yet. but seeing as you trespassed on my property, i think i’ll figure out something,” he says and reaches for your throat. 
only to recoil with a cry of pain and clutching his steaming hand. 
you look down to see your silver necklace in the shape of a cross steaming as well. you weren’t particularly religious, but it was given to you by your father on his deathbed, and you had promised never to take it off. 
it looks like even now; he’s watching over you.
but then the dots connect, and everything makes sense.
“are you a vampire?” you ask, and he glares with bared teeth. the sharpened incisors are proof of your claim. 
but instead of fear, you feel curious. 
but you don’t get the chance to ask any more questions as he turns and disappears without another word. literally, one second, he’s there, and the next, he’s simply gone in a wisp of the wind. mysteriously, the door opens, and you are let out without any more trouble. you all but run to the steel gates but turn back at the last second. 
and see the man in the window, watching you as you scurry away like a mouse running from a cat. 
as soon as you get home, the sun begins to rise, and your mother descends on you like the worried parent she is. 
“where were you?! i was worried sick!” she all but shouts, and you flinch at the noise. you had scarcely opened the door when she had been up from her chair and across the dirt floor to grasp your elbows, scanning you up and down for any injuries. 
which save for a minor burn mark against your skin from the necklace; you are just covered in dirt and minor scratches from running through the brush surrounding the mansion.
“i’m fine mother, i just went on a walk to the mansion up on the hill,” you say and realize quickly it was a mistake. 
her face morphs into one of terror and anger. her grip on your arms loosens, and she frantically holds your face in her calloused hands. they’re worn with years of washing laundry in lye. she was a servant in baron silco’s estate as a laundry maid. you were a seamstress and tailoress who made clothing for noblemen and women who traveled through baron silco’s land. 
but your job was beside the point. your mother looked like she was about to pass out from fear. 
“you know that a monster haunts the mansion! you mustn't go up there ever again! promise me!” she chastises, and you nod in a daze. 
for some reason, you can’t get that man out of your head. 
and realize why as you sew the clothing of a noblewoman named caitlyn kiramman.
he looked old and lonely and oh so sad. 
you resolve to yourself that you are going to visit again and try not to get killed. 
you manage to sneak out a week later when your mother is fast asleep. it’s always been just the two of you ever since your father died, so at least you don’t have to worry about siblings or grandparents like many of the other peasants in your village. the trek up to the mansion is shorter than you remember, the worn dirt leading the way as your eyes adjust in the bright moonlight. 
again, the door is unlocked, and the windows are empty. you ease it open, wincing at the squealing hinges echoing into the night. if he didn’t know you were coming, he certainly did now.
he’s waiting for you at the top of the stairs. his eyes widen almost imperceptibly when he recognizes it’s you.
“what are you doing here? here to kill me?” he asks, and you stop in your tracks.
“what? no! i’m here… well… i’m here because you looked sad.” you say, trailing off at the end, realizing how ridiculous you sounded. your skirts are clenched in your fists, and your apron is rough against your fingertips.
“you’re here… because i looked… sad?” his tone is colored with shades of confusion and curiosity. but he didn’t seem angry, and that was good. so you nod, 
“it sounds stupid i know—”
“it is stupid. leave now,” the man commands, and you freeze at the commanding tone in his voice. it booms through the large room, making you feel as small as a dust mite in his presence. he turns to ascend the rest of the stairs toward one of the mansion’s many corridors, and you panic. you didn’t want to come all this way for nothing. 
“wait!” you cry and hurry up the steps after him, hiking your skirts up and scurrying up the stairs after the retreating man. he doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow down, if anything, he speeds up slightly. the halls are dark and filled with more cobwebs, but you find as you get closer to the heart of the mansion, they grow less prominent, and the torches are actually lit. the man shuts a door behind him, and you open it before he can lock it.
“i just want to talk!” you say, and he turns to look at you. before he can say anything, you get a good look around the room. 
it’s lit by oil lamps and candelabras. papers are strewn about between two desks, and they’re also covered in various gears and gadgets. you spy a few handkerchiefs covered in grease in under a few papers. a bed is in the corner and neatly made blood-red bedsheets are spread over the mattress. it looks comfier than anything you have ever seen. 
abruptly, you realize he’s started talking.
“—want you to leave,” he says curtly, and you bite your cheek.
“aren’t you lonely?” you ask quietly, and he freezes, his back to you. 
you seize your chance and ask another question,
“what’s your name?” you ask, and he turns his head slightly, looking at you out of the corner of his eye.
“it’s viktor.”
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zaunitearchives · 8 months
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Viktor as a tattoo artist, but he's giving us our first ever tattoo.
A/N: Tattoo artist Viktor my beloved! Kinda took this prompt and ran off with it like a cat, I hope you enjoy it anon! Also I haven't posted writing in awhile, hope I still got it. ❤️
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Tattoo Artist!Viktor x F!Reader
Word count: 1.2k
Tags: Nothing much | Some beef between Jayce and Viktor | Flirting
This is Jayce's fault. You wouldn't be here without speaking about that cute tattoo artist you saw down the street. Oh hell, he wasn't simply cute; he was gorgeous.
Raven black hair that curled in chaotic patterns, wisps of it that tickled the nape of his neck. Molten pools of golden eyes, framed by those angular brows, perfectly arched at the corner as he sat in a chair before the open shop door. You nearly stumbled when you caught a peek of the tatted sleeve up his left arm, an inky black from his fingers to his forearm.
His eyes meet yours, and you freeze mid-step. The man pauses a moment and then smiles sheepishly, waving at you—catching a glimpse of a pen in hand, probably finishing up from a day's work.
You don't wave back. Instead, you let out a pitiful squeak, lower your head, and quickly scamper off—desperate to put space between you and this overbearingly attractive stranger.
Your roommate, Jayce, noticed your odd behavior when you returned home— And Jayce being Jayce, he just couldn't let anything go.
And, of course, Jayce knew the man because Jayce knew everybody. His name is Viktor, and he's also the same artist that did Jayce's tattoo a few years back. It was an elegant portrait of his mother with her name beautifully written beneath it—all plastered on his giant bicep. Given the size of his muscles, Jayce certainly would make an easy canvas—your sure Viktor thought the same thing.
"I could get you a discount with him. I'm sure Vik wouldn't mind." Jayce bore a toothy grin. "Plus, I know you've wanted one for a while!"
You should've said no, maybe jumped out the window like some superhero or bolted out the door—but instead, you let him bring you back to that damn shop. Jayce leads the way as the shop door rings upon entry of you two, yet the front lobby is empty.
"Vik!" Jayce hollers, approaching the desk and ringing the bell obnoxiously. "Viiiiik!"
Then, you hear a disgruntled voice and the opening of a door, followed by footsteps and a ferried tap, tap, tap.
"I take it you're unable to read the sign that says 'closed.'" Viktor emerges, rounding behind the counter to snatch the bell away from Jayce. "Or perhaps you can merely waltz into my shop and do whatever?"
"Ouch. Nice to see you too, bud." Jayce smiles, leaning on the counter.
"The feeling is not mutual."
"Ah," Jayce chuckles lightly. "Still upset about that, huh?"
Viktor's nose scrunches as his brows furrow. "Why wouldn't I be? After what you—"
Jayce raises his hands, urging Viktor to lower his voice as Jayce whispers something.
"What?" Viktor spoke sternly, his accent thick as he glared at the man before him. Jayce stepped aside, revealing you behind him, and Viktor's angered gaze shifted, melting away as he registered you. "Oh,"
You stiffen, meekly raising your hand in a sad attempt to wave, a gesture he quickly returns that makes your heart flutter. "She's been wanting one, and it's her first," Viktor's expression hardened as he shifted his attention back to Jayce, "and I know you'd take care of her."
Viktor grows silent, clenching his jaw as he ruminates in his thoughts. Golden eyes flit between you and Jayce, an unknowing battle going within his mind that quickly settles.
"Fine," Viktor rounds the corner—only now do you see the cane in hand, loose fitted pants held up by a black belt. He gestures for you to follow. "Come." He opens the door, leaning against it. Walking through the door, you listen when you hear Viktor speak again behind you. "Not you." Viktor hisses. You turn to see Viktor glaring at Jayce, who made an effort to follow.
Jayce raises both hands in defeat, backing away and idling in the lobby. 
 Jayce spoke so fondly of Viktor the other day that it's confusing to see Viktor doesn't share the same sentiment. Whatever the reason, it's obvious something happened between them, but you aren't about to start poking at the man giving you your first tattoo—not yet, at least.
You sat on the leather chair, feeling yourself buzz frantically—as if you were about to burst— all the while, Viktor sauntered about the room, collecting paperwork before rolling to you on a chair, leaning his cane against the desk. Annoyance was evident in him; despite not being directed at you, you grimaced at the thought of being on the receiving end of such venom.
"I'm sorry you had to see that," he sighs, hand gliding along the paper as he scribbles.
"It's fine, don't worry about it." You give him a thin-lipped smile. "Plus, knowing him, I'd safely bet you're in the right."
You both chuckle lightheartedly, feeling your stomach flips as his eyes flit to yours for a moment. A moment of silence falls between you, his leg bouncing as he taps his index on the desk for a moment, seeing the clench in his jaw.
"You could've come in the other day," Fuck, you were hoping he wouldn't bring it up, much less remember you. "I don't bite, you know."
Oh fuck, you notice the snake bites now, and it makes your nails dig into the leather. "I'd hope not..."
He smirks.
"Alright, got any ideas?"
"...On biting?"
"No," Viktor laughs, shaking his head. "The tattoo you want."
Oh.
"I'm not sure," You admit, shrinking in the chair. "I didn't get much time to think about it."
He arches a brow, tilting his head ever so slightly—god, how it makes the juncture of his neck stick out drives you mad. "How do you mean?"
"He kind of dragged me here when I told him about this place." Did you just blame Jayce? Yes.
"Of course he would," Viktor glares at the closed door as if he could melt it with his eyes. He huffs angrily before shifting in his seat, "But that's alright. This is good."
"Good?" you parrot. "Aren't I just... wasting your time?"
"Never," Viktor chuckles, the low timber of his voice making your face heat up. "This is your first. You must think about what you want."
Why's he staring like that? It's so... intimate? Maybe it's just hot in here. You clear your throat, wiping your palms along the fabric of your pants as you offer another tight-lipped smile. "Right," Did you just really make that sound?
The chair squeaks as he rolls back, snatches a sticky note, and begins jotting something down. "Here," he hands you the slip of paper, fingers brushing as you take the note. There are numbers on it. His numbers. "For anything, really."
Did you just get his number? No, he's just being nice. Don't overthink it. Don't.
"Thanks," a nervous laugh leaves you, biting the corner of your lip to still your racing mind. "Uh, sorry about wasting your time, though."
"I quite enjoy letting you waste my time." He laughs, nodding his head at the note. "And, hopefully, some more as well."
You cough. "Right"
Jayce was right; he'd definitely take care of you.
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Hii, can you please do Viktor x reader, like where his wife is pregnant and you can make it a headcon or oneshot (((ps I hardly see Viktor x readerss)))please ignore this if you don't wanna :')
A/n: I love this! Viktor would be the best husband to you, you can't change my mind.
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"You shouldn't be moving?!" His accent slipping through.
You didn't get very far before Viktor lifted you up in his arms caring you over to the couch. A groan leaving your lips as you slumped into his chest.
"You do know I'm not made out of glass Viktor....I am allowed to walk around the house."
Grumbling, Viktor sat down on the couch still holding you close as he rubbed your back relaxing into his touch. "I know."
"You're not going to let me walk around are you?"
A deep rumble escapes his chest as he then moved his hand to the baby bump. "No...I will carry you."
Rolling your eyes, your lips twitched into a smile as you placed your hand on top of his. "Really? Aren't I heavy Viktor?"
Pressing his nose into your neck, he let out a sigh inhaling your scent. "Het....it's like holding a handful of grapes."
Shifting your body so you were in more comfortable position you rested your head on his chest snuggling into him more. "Well...that's good to know."
Letting out a small grunt, he continued to rub your back doing his best to let you sleep. "Now get some sleep, you and the little one need it."
"Ya....ya." Biting back a yawn, your eyes slid closed again as you finally fell asleep.
Watching you, a content sigh left his lips. In this little home he was finally at peace, it was normal, he felt normal and it was thanks to you and his unborn child.
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pathetic-sapphic · 8 months
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some headcanons for viktor with a soft dom gf
Viktor with a Soft Dom Girlfriend
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!! NSFW warning !!
The things you do to this poor man's heart. He never had someone be so caring and yet so strict with him. And you have to be a bit strict, seeing as that man knows little to nothing about self-care. He'll drive himself to an early grave if you don't help him and make him realize he has to eat and sleep properly.
It wouldn't be a bad idea to lay down some ground rules for him. Such as eating three meals a day, drinking enough water and getting 8 hours of sleep. As simple as these things are for others, Vitkor struggles with them but he'll try to do better if he has you to guide him.
He is a very kind and good man, so it's important to reassure him that he's doing everything he can whenever he starts getting frustrated. Tell him that he's doing amazing and how proud of him you are, it'll ease the burden he carries in his heart.
His favorite relaxing activity is laying on the couch or bed with his head in your lap. You love caressing his soft hair and it makes him fall asleep so quickly. Sensing your tender touch on his hair and face as you lovingly gaze at his beautiful features is the best feeling in the world to Viktor.
Be gentle and caring with him on his bad days. You love spoiling him and making him realize he deserves this. He deserves to have someone by his side, someone who will reassure him and share his pain while doing their best to ease it.
Oh, he is so adorable when he blushes. All it takes is lightly gripping his face or sultry whispering in his ear and it'll make him a stuttering, blushing mess. You love teasing him like that whenever the two of you are outside, telling him you'll reward him later as long as he behaves.
Viktor is an obedient and needy lover. He dislikes acting bratty as he much more prefers being rewarded by you and pleasuring you to the best of his abilities. He may get impatient when you tease him but a quick, light slap to his thigh is enough to pacify him.
He is so cute when he begs, his whines are music to your ears so you often overstimulate or edge him. He prefers edging so you use the former as punishment whenever he disobeys you.
Gives you the most adorable puppy eyes whenever he begs to let him please you. Viktor loves being your good boy and wants to prove himself worthy of you so he is very eager to pleasure you.
He is very into body worshipping. Loves kissing and relishing in the beauty of your body, treating you as his goddess. If you're the one appreciating and praising his body, he may tear up a little as his heart is overflowing with his love for you.
Another good punishment for him is bondage. Viktor loves touching you and making you feel good with his fingers so if he broke a rule or disobeyed you in any way, you like to tie his wrists behind his back and making him watch as you masturbate. That will make him apologize in no time, whining and begging you to untie him and service you.
As someone who puts a lot of pressure on himself and has a lot of insecurities, Viktor loves being praised. Call him your good boy and tell him how absolutely beautiful and well-behaved he is for you. He makes literal heart eyes at you whenever you whisper such sweet, alluring words to him.
Aftercare is very important as he is mentally vulnerable and physically exhausted. Give him a light massage and kiss his sweaty body while whispering sweet nothings in his ear. Prepare a bath and make sure he eats and drinks plenty of water. Afterwards, Viktor always clings to you while he sleeps, wearing a satisfied and pleased smile as he dreams about you.
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allora1233 · 10 months
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𝕋𝕠𝕡 𝕊𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗
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genre: fluff - drabble
pairing: Viktor x Reader
wc: >1k
a/n: I'm back! And it's about time I wrote something for my man, even if it is a drabble. I love Viktor so much, expect more in the future. Not proofread
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Viktor sighs as he tries and fails to grab a book from the top shelf over the lab desk. You could practically hear him mentally cursing out Jayce for putting it all the way up there. Stifling a giggle, you decided to help the poor man out. Standing up from Jayce's swivel seat, you walk over to him. "You need a hand?" Viktor glances at you from over his shoulder, a soft chuckle escaping him. "No offense, but if I cannot reach this, then you definitely will not be able to."
You know he's right, you did stand at shoulder high for him after all. But that doesn't stop you from putting a hand on your chest and feigning offense. "Well, I'll have you know that living by myself for a long while now has helped me learn how to reach top shelves. Especially since I throw stuff up that high assuming it'll be future me's problem, and then it is future me's problem." Viktor raises an eyebrow and smiles, stepping aside and motioning his hand for you to go ahead. You take a step closer, look down at the desk and back up to the shelf.
Carefully moving stuff over to the next station and clearing the desk space, you lift your legs up and kneel up onto the desk, giving yourself enough height to reach the top shelf. Viktor looks up at you a little panicked. "Please be careful. I do not want you getting hurt-" "Trust me Vik, I've been doing this for years, even when I was little. It's practically impossible for me to fall like this." You cut him off as you grab the book and hand it to him. He sighs and smiles gratefully as he takes the book and holds it under his arm. "Thank you." You sit down on the desk, turning your body to face him. "No problem. Just don't kill Jayce later over this." He pats your head before walking over to his station, opening the book and scanning through the pages. "No promises."
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theiauwu · 11 months
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Can you do head canons for Silco and Viktor with a super anxious partner?
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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
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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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