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worldwiideangel · 2 years

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hello! would you do the nsfw alphabet for viktor? its alright if not! instead you could do cuddling viktor headcanons!

You bet I would! 👀 Also this is my first time doing this headcanon type of thing so I hope you'll like it! ❤ (Also my first ever nsfw type of writing so I hope this won't suck!) These are ofc my personal thoughts and it was really hard to resist the urge to start every sentence with 'I think', but yeah. I hope you'll like it! Lemme take a cold shower after writing this

NSFW Alphabet with Viktor

Warnings: Obviously, nsfw under the cut, 18+ only loves. ❤

Viktor x gn!Reader

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex):

Viktor is a gentle lover when it comes to taking care of you after sex, he makes sure that you have everything you need. He loves cuddling, letting you know how much he loves you and cherishes you.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s):

His favorite body part of his are his hands and his manhood because he just loves how good he can make you feel with them, making you whimper and moan under his touch. He loves your whole body but if he had to choose his favourite it would be probably your lips and your butt.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person):

He loves to cum inside you while kissing you deeply, while being a moaning mess. Occasionally he asks you if he could cum on you, either your chest or face, and he's always very helpful with cleaning you up afterwards, praising how good you are for him. When you go down on him he's not shy to taste himself on your lips when kissing you after the act.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs):

He doesn't really have a lot of really dirty secrets, but he loves when you call him Professor or Sir from time to time. He loves praising and being praised.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?):

Viktor is definitely not a virgin when the two of you meet. He is not as experienced with women as his friend, Jayce of course, but he knows what he's doing. He's very attentive and he picks up on what you like and don't like pretty fast, making the sex amazing with him.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual):

Any position where he can kiss you and look at your face during the act.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc):

He's very serious while making love to you. His main goal is to make you feel good, to let you know how much you are loved, praise falling from his lips constantly. 'Look at you. So good for me.' After the act he's a smiling, cuddly mess.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.):

Usually there are a lot of things on Viktor's mind so he forgets about these things, but he never lets it get out of hand.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…):

He never fails to tell you how much he loves you during sex, one way or the other. Let it be a low and sensual 'I love you' while you're making out during sex, or an 'I love how good you are for me, taking me so well.' His hands and lips are always on you, he just can't get enough.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon):

Viktor is a busy man so he doesn't have a lot of time to touch himself. Only occasionally, when he's extremely frustrated or haven't seen you for a while, he thinks about your body and the way you touch him and he's hard in an instant.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks):

Viktor is a soft dom, he loves when you call him names, and when you tell him you're all his and noone else's. He loves praising you, but on occasion when he had a hard day he loves to be rough with you, pulling your hair a bit and leaving marks on your skin everywhere.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do):

Usually your bed or the couch.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going):

He loves to be touched, and he adores when you talk dirty to him. If he's buried in his research at his desk in your home, all you have to do is slide your hands under his shirt and whisper into his ear how much you want him to make you feel good, to feel him, to give him what he wants and he'll be a mess in seconds, pulling you into him and kissing you hard.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs):

He wouldn't have sex in the lab when there are potentially dangerous stuff in there. He loves you and it's horrible when he wants you so bad at that moment but can't have you, but he wouldn't risk you guys knocking something over and get hurt. He'd rather wait a bit more and go home to your place.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc):

He loves it, both giving and getting. He adores the way he can make you into a moaning mess, and he loves the feeling of your lips on him just as much.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.):

He's somewhere between the two, he usually keeps a steady pace, and switches between sensual and rough based on how the two of you prefer it at that moment.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.):

He's obsessed with work and pretty busy so quickies are not rare, most of the times in the morning before he leaves to the lab, but when you two have enough time he likes to take it, teasing and paying all his attention to you, enjoying the moment.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.):

He likes to experiment (he's a scientist after all) but he's not really a risk taker, let it be unprotected sex or getting caught in the action, he's usually very careful and responsible.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…):

Viktor has a pretty high level of self control, he usually finishes after you or with you. If he cums from your hand or mouth first, he definitely can go on for a while after that.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?):

He doesn't own toys and on his own he doesn't really use them, but he's very encouraging if you are into them or want to use them, and is more than happy to help you out.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):

He's such a tease. He loves loves teasing you until you are a whimpering mess just begging him to fuck you.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make):

He's not loud. You have to work hard to get a few moans and groans out of him but when you do they are the most rewarding and sexy sounds you ever heard. However he loves to talk during sex. Praising, dirty talk, whatever, he just loves to let you know how much he cherishes you.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice):

As much as Viktor enjoys being a dom, he enjoys submitting to you just as much. Letting you push him onto the bed, tease him, make him beg.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words):

Besties we all know this is canon he is huge.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?):

It really depends on a lot of things. Viktor is a workaholic and when he's deep in research it consumes all his thoughts, sometimes creating tension between you. Other times he just can't get enough of you and his thoughts are filled with you and all the ways he wants to make you feel good.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards):

After sex he helps to clean you up and make you comfortable, then after a little cuddling and talking he comfortably falls asleep, or waits until you fall asleep and sneaks out from next to you to work at his desk during the night.

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worldwiideangel · 2 years

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a theory - pt two

Viktor x Reader (NSFW)

Synopsis: After leaving the lab, you have a few options. Go directly to bed, brainstorm ways to run into Viktor in the morning, or read his journal full of observations of you. The latter. You very easily settle on the latter.

Warnings: lots more sexual tension, dirty talk, reading Viktor's private observations of you, thigh riding

Word Count: 5.9k

A/N: I hope this part is up to par with part one. I didn't intend to make this a three-parter, but I thought it would flow smoother that way. Part three coming soon.

Viktor had thoroughly consumed you by the time you got to your room. The kiss played on repeat, dragging you further down into the depths. How soft his lips were, how fast his heart was beating, how he’d stumbled to get your jacket off. He’d kissed you—that was stomach-flipping in its own right. That fact that he wanted more nearly made your knees give out.

I have a theory the self-righteous bastard had said, acting as if you were the only one who had a crush. Acting like he didn’t want you as much as you wanted him.

You turned the notebook over in your hands. Viktor’s private notes not just about observing you, but his own thoughts on the matter as well. His thoughts on you. On you wanting to kiss him. There was a momentary battle of morals as you deliberated reading it.

You settled on just a few pages as you climbed into bed. A little bedtime reading to get the mind ready for dreams. To unwind after such an eventful day. So you cracked it open, settled against your pillow, and let the tingling you’d been feeling since you’d kissed Viktor fully wash over you.

You chose at random, opening up to a page that’d been dogeared multiple times. It was dated a few months back, right after you’d attended a party with Jayce and Viktor. It’d been to discuss the advancement and the progress of Hextech and the Hexgates, but you’d tagged along as Jayce’s plus one. You’d gone for the food, to support Viktor and Jayce, and because there was the possibility to spend more time with Viktor. But that was just a whim of a reason. Or, at least that was what you’d told yourself when Viktor thanked you for going, standing there in a three-piece black suit, smile crooked. And that alone had made the night worth it. He wore a suit well. Although, you had a theory that the floor would wear it a lot better.

Viktor’s notes were in a rushed cursive.

She danced. Beautifully. Like the petals of a flower in a gentle breeze. Hypnotizing. And then she asked me—a rather silly question considering—but she did. Her pupils were dilated, like they always are when she looks at me. And the smile was genuine, I think. I’ve never seen it otherwise, so I must admit I don’t have anything to compare it to. When she wasn’t dancing or conversing with others, she was beside me. Talking, smiling, staying. A few others asked her to dance, she said no. At the end, I believe she was observing me the same way I was her. Although her lips were tinted a dark red, so I’m only theorizing why she may have been looking at mine.

Your cheeks felt hot. You’d hoped you’d been a tad less noticeable in your endeavor to get closer to Viktor. That your crush wasn’t that obvious. Or, at least, that he would’ve been too focused on literally any and everything else to have noticed. But he had. He’d noticed early on, too. It was only about an hour into the three-hour event when you’d asked him to dance.

You’d danced with four guys by that point, all out of politeness, all of which you’d wished was Viktor. He hadn’t noted it, but he had to have seen your stolen glances in his direction as you danced. If he’d been watching you, he had to have seen you watching him. But could you blame yourself? Viktor was an absolute sight in the suit. A sight you’d committed to memory as soon as you’d laid eyes on him.

And at the end, when the three of you had left, Jayce was borderline drunk, you were tipsy, and was Viktor sober. Jayce’s room was farther than yours, but with Jayce’s determination to lean on someone for support, you offered yourself up and helped Viktor deposit the man in his room. Jayce muttered thank you’s the entire way, reminding Viktor to be a gentleman and walk you to your room. It took a profuse amount of no, Viktor, it’s a ten-minute walk, and you still have to get back to your room; I’ll be fine to get him to agree. Even then, he still walked you to the stairwell.

He’d leaned in the doorway, foot propping the door open, head leaning against the thick wood as he peered down at you. In your tipsy haze, you remembered him looking like he wanted to say something more than goodnight, Ms. (Y/L/N), but that was all he said before he watched you leave. It was only when you rounded the stairs, out of sight, when you heard the door close below you.

“I wonder…” You thought aloud and touched your lips. Had he wanted to kiss you then? He had been looking down. Although, as he stated in his notes, your lips had been stained red for the evening. He could’ve been looking at that. There wasn’t anything inherently romantic about that notion in the book.

There was no hesitation, you realized, as you asked yourself: Would you have kissed him that night? Yes. You already knew you would’ve, with or without the alcohol. You would’ve gone back to his room the second you saw him. Hell, you’d go back to his room at any time. It wouldn’t have mattered when.

You touched your lips once more; they were still puffy from earlier. You wished he was there with you now, stretched out in your bed. It didn’t matter if he was beside you, atop you, or beneath you. All would work perfectly. You just wanted him there. You just wanted him, and if Jayce hadn’t come in earlier, you were sure you would’ve gotten him on the desk in the lab.

Your eyes fell closed at the thought. Of Viktor pushing your jacket off, then moving to your shirt, your pants, hands no doubt fumbling just as they had with your outerwear. His fingers would brush against you the same way they had with that damn corset prototype. Breath would be warm against your neck as you’d slip a hand between you and do what you’d desperately wanted to before had Jayce interrupted. You’d felt it between your legs and that minimal contact practically made Viktor hiss. You wanted to see how he’d react, hear the sounds he’d make when you ran your palm over him. Viktor wasn’t exactly the dating type. You had no idea how long it’d been for him, if he’d been as involuntarily celibate as you’d been.

The grip you had on the book tightened and the pages crinkled beneath it.

You absolutely couldn’t wait for tomorrow. Any excuse to see Viktor. Any excuse to continue talking about his...theory.

A quick glance at your clock told you it was time to go to bed, but your mind was running wild with all the potential outcomes of seeing Viktor in the morning. The good and the bad. Either you’d pick up where you left off—the most generous of the options—maybe you’d talk, maybe you’d pretend like it hadn’t happened. Was that the smarter option? Maintaining the friendship and not risking it because of a little crush. It made your heart sink into your stomach like lead.

“One more page,” you murmured as if you were reading a good book. You needed a distraction.

It was from today, in the kitchen.

She had flour in her hair. A look I think only she could make endearing. Her eyes locked on me as soon as I spoke, and I think she feigned annoyance. But only slightly. I was interrupting her work. She tried to shoo me, but I was determined to test my theory. Although she was very much preoccupied with the task at hand. Until I made an ill-worded joke about her baking. I must concede that, joking or not, I was wrong. The frosting was delicious. Although, I’m solidly sure that was mostly because of how she’d offered it to me.

I thought about testing my theory then. But I was shamefully enjoying watching her pretend to be annoyed with me. I understand why she comes to “bother” Jayce and me in the lab. I quite like the flicker of amusement that it sparks in her eyes. I had two more chances to test my theory after that. When her hand was in mine—her heartrate increased dramatically then—and when I reached out for the loose excuse to touch her and brushed a dusting of flour from her cheek. But it didn’t feel right. So I inquired about her coming by later with no more details than needing her assistance. I’m curious to see if she’ll come with just that.

I’m hoping she does. I’m rather confident in my theory.

You closed the journal and practically threw it onto your nightstand. He’d wanted to kiss you three times when you were in the kitchen. It was a bittersweet thought, knowing Viktor had wanted to kiss you and he hadn’t. That meant there were other times he’d wanted to. Other times where you were trying to remain calm and collected while he was contemplating what your mouth felt like against his.

You ran your hands over your face and rolled onto your side. Part of you would’ve been angry had you not been experiencing the same dilemma the last couple of months. But how could you be angry when you knew he’d been pining over you just as you had him?

A quick glance over your shoulder, eyeing the journal. It wouldn’t list it. You knew it wouldn’t. But the thought lingered: had he thought about you the same way you thought about him? Late at night, tired, lonely, pining. Wishing you were there beside him like you wished he was for you? Hands roaming, mouths tasting, moans mixing with whines. But all that would happen would be the former, and they’d be your own, moving across your body as you pretended they were his. On more than a few occasions, you’d muffled his name into your pillow.

Despite the ache between your legs, you clamped your eyes shut and chased sleep. If that need was going to be satiated, you wanted Viktor to be the one to do it.

It ended up being an incredibly, frustratingly long night. Driven even worse by the dream you’d had of Viktor, hands resting on your thighs, drawing slow circles on your bare skin. You were on his lap, nails digging into his legs, but his fingers never went higher. They never changed course. Just barely missed where you were aching for him to touch each time. You woke up when he whispered, “I have a theory.”

Five hours. Five painfully long hours before you were able to see Viktor. And even then, Jayce was by his side. Normally, that’d be fine. Hell, just last night you’d been hoping he’d been by Viktor’s side when you entered the lab. But, as you ran into them for an early lunch in the dining hall, you were mentally cursing Jayce.

Although it wasn’t much of a loss. It wasn’t exactly like you and Viktor could finish what you’d started outside the crowded room, to-go boxes in hand. Proving your own point, when you’d all stepped out with your respective boxes, you were rendered speechless for a few seconds too long before Jayce asked if everything was okay.

“Yeah, hey guys. Sorry. I didn’t get much sleep last night.” It wasn’t exactly a lie. But the exact reason you hadn’t been able to speak was because of the man next to Jayce. Hair combed out of his face, bright eyes that fixed on you immediately, and clothes that seemed to hug his lean frame perfectly. And then he had the gall to smile. It was shyer than the knowing smirks he’d given you yesterday. Somehow that made it worse. As did the faint dust of pink over his cheeks.

“We were going to eat in the dining hall, but it’s a little too loud today.” Jayce motioned towards the doors that barely muffled the incessant chatter. He nodded down at your box. “Wanna join us in the lab?”

You stole a glance at Viktor, shifting his weight onto his cane. You’d eaten with them before, in and out of the lab, but something about saying yes to this felt dangerous. Being back in the room where you and Viktor had been…testing his theory…it made more than just warmth pool between your legs.

“Sure,” you responded, knowing it wasn’t going to help dissipate that growing need.

But it meant you got to spend time with Viktor. And, as it happened, meant you got to sit next to him at one of the desks, the three of you crowding around one as you ate. They looked over notes, talked shop, and you chimed in on occasion. But your mind had been totally dedicated to the way Viktor’s knee touched yours beneath the table.

Minimal, yes, but the contact drew your attention like a magnet. Whatever Jayce and Viktor were talking about went in one ear and out the other; you were barely tasting the food. All your senses were on the tiny, warm dot of Viktor. And when Jayce turned around for a moment, eyes cast away from the table, Viktor stole a glance your way. One with eyes lit aflame in a way you thought he only reserved for discoveries and advancements. Never for someone else. Never for you.

Hesitantly, his hand dropped from the table, and you turned your gaze from him as Jayce turned back around. Just as Jayce continued speaking about who knows what—saying you weren’t listening was an understatement at this point—Viktor’s hand landed on your thigh. You thought you’d honed in on his knee. But that touch, especially with the fact that you’d decided to wear a skirt today, sent you up in flames. It brought your dream back in full force, and you, abruptly interrupting Jayce, excused yourself.

The feeling of sliding out from under Viktor’s hand was painful—it was the last thing you’d wanted to do. But it was unbearable, sitting there with him touching you. Not giving you enough. Fanning the flames that were very quickly running out of wood.

You nearly tripped over your own feet on the way out.

“I’ll be right back, excuse me.”

The bathroom was cold. Granted, anything would’ve felt cold when you were alone. Fuck the kiss. Before that, before he’d tested his theory, you could sit by Viktor. You could converse with him and Jayce like a normal sociable human. And now you were leaning against the bathroom sink, staring at your reflection, frowning as you tried to push away the addicting feeling of Viktor’s hand on your thigh. The dream of his fingers drawing circles up your thighs, not touching where you desperately wanted him to.

You cursed your skirt. You’d worn it with the anticipation of seeing Viktor when he was alone. Not when you had to sit there with Jayce and pretend you hadn’t felt Viktor’s lips against yours. Or his hands on your torso in a way that putting on a corset didn’t require. Corset. You met your own eyes in the mirror’s reflection. There was no way Viktor didn’t know his effect on you. That his hand on your thigh made you want to push his chair away from the table, straddle his lap, and kiss him until you consumed him.

You thought back to your bag. Two could play at that game.

Back inside, Jayce and Viktor glanced up at you with concern. You’d taken your time coming back, and made up a lame excuse about worried you hadn’t locked your dorm door. Viktor looked like he didn’t believe you—rightfully so—and Jayce took it at face value. Or, at least, he had the courtesy to let you think he believed you. When you sat back down, you poked at your food, pretending to be interested in it, letting enough time pass for Jayce and Viktor to finish their food and do what they usually did when they were okay with you hanging out in the lab: they just went back to work.

That’s when you made your move. You eyed Viktor as he and Jayce started working on something you couldn’t see, settled down into your chair, feet propped up on the chair Viktor had been sitting in, and pulled out his notebook. Whether Jayce would recognize it or not didn’t matter. It wouldn’t be the first time you found amusement in reading their notes. Sometimes you’d sit there and scrutinize Jayce’s perfect handwriting or Viktor’s rushed cursive. It took sixty-one seconds for Viktor to glance up from his workstation and see you flip through the pages.

The grip on his tightened until his knuckles went white and he raised his chin, narrowing his eyes like a threat. He opened his mouth, but whatever he was going to say was kept internally as you dove into the journal, and Jayce commented on a part not working with another. Still, you felt Viktor’s gaze a moment longer, and only once you were free of the weighty feel of it did you start attempting to read. And you knew exactly which one you wanted to dive into.

This one was dated a little over a month ago. The second line was nearly your undoing, but if you dwelled on it for too long, you'd combust. So you continued on.

She stopped by with snacks today, fruit. As sweet as I imagine she is. Jayce had left, so she stayed to help test the versatility and mobility of an armor prototype. Unnamed as of now. Jayce is unsure whether it will go beyond the prototype stage, however. Unimportant. She wore it for me. I feared I was overstepping boundaries—even with her shirt on beneath it, the garment was rather...revealing. Tight. And doing the straps required a fair amount of close contact. Her breathing was uneven, and I worried I’d done the corset up too tight. Until I noticed her dilated pupils and her nervousness. Almost uncharacteristic for her. She was avoiding eye contact more than usual. And this time, I know for certain she wasn’t looking at the freckle above my mouth.

Your heart dropped when you read the next line, the last line on the page.

It was a mistake, inviting her to stay.

You glanced up Viktor, who had his back turned to you now, and hoped to everything that there was more to the entry. There had to have been, especially with what had happened yesterday. You turned the page so slowly, you half expected Jayce to look up and wonder what the fuck you were doing. Neither of the men looked at you.

Your heart settled back comfortably in your chest when you saw more notes.

It was a mistake because I hadn’t wanted her to leave. The shirt she wore beneath the prototype was thin. I could feel the heat of her body with each—accidental, I might note—touch as I tightened the straps. And the way the garment hugged her frame in a way I feel is inappropriate to list in a journal I’m trying to maintain as professional as possible. If that can be possible, given my running theory.

Regardless of whether she wants to kiss me, I know I certainly would like to kiss her. A notion I must explore on my own. If my theory were to prove correct…

To think I’d be so lucky.

“And it was,” Viktor’s voice was in your ear and you jumped so hard the book nearly launched from your hands.

You collected yourself as rapidly as you could, holding back the yelp that wanted to escape, and glanced around the room. Jayce was nowhere to be seen, and when you leaned back, Viktor’s fingers grazed your shoulder. You purposefully didn’t face him. If you did, you’d only been an inch or two away from his face, and that would’ve been too much to handle. Instead, you clutched your chest and shook your head.

“What the fuck, Viktor.” You rolled your shoulders. “Scared the shit out of me.”

“What?” He pointed down at the second to last line. “I was merely commenting on my own notes. My theory was right after all.”

You thought about Viktor’s mouth on yours and tightened the grip on the book. You needed a subject change.

“Where’s Jayce?”

“Bathroom.” His mouth brushed against your ear and you fought hard not to melt against him. “Enjoying the read?”

“Quite,” you breathed out, a hint of mock annoyance sharpening the word. “Read a few entries before bed last night.”

That’s when you stole a glance at him. There was a heat that flickered in his eyes and it made your entire body tingle. You smiled sweetly.

“Before bed?” His voice was barely loud enough to be considered a whisper.

“Mmhmm.” You nodded and echoed his words. “Before bed.”

You purposefully peered down at his beauty mark above his mouth and then dipped lower, lingering long enough to get your point across. Viktor sucked in a sharp breath and you tried to add in as much sensuality to your voice as you could. Almost surreal feeling, as you met his gaze. Never once did you think you’d ever get to play a game like this with him outside of your dreams.

“Led to a rather restless night.”

“Did it?”

“Oh, yes.”

Viktor looked like how you imagined you looked when wearing the corset. Dilated pupils, uneven breathing, glancing down at what you knew wasn’t a beauty mark. Jayce’s footsteps could be heard outside the door, but Viktor didn’t pull away. Rather, he turned back to the start of the note. Jayce’s footsteps were getting closer and the bravery you’d felt moments ago was starting to slip away. If Jayce caught you two like this, there’d be questions. Ones you weren't ready to answer. Viktor pointed to the second line. As sweet as I imagine she is. His cheek brushed yours as he leaned towards you.

“As sweet as you tasted last night when we kissed,” his voice was barely audible, “that is not what I was thinking about when writing that.”

He stood abruptly, taking your breath with you, his hand dropping and swiping across your barely parted thighs. By the time your brain caught up with itself—heavily focused on the searing stripe his finger had left on your skin and the implication of his words—Viktor was back at his station and Jayce was entering the room. The inventor smiled at you and you tried your best to mimic the innocence he conveyed, completely unaware of what he'd just interrupted...yet again. But it was hard when you were sitting there thinking about Viktor’s words. About his mouth somewhere other than yours. Somewhere lower.

It took every ounce of self-control not to excuse yourself. It didn't help that when you shifted in your seat, you could feel just how much Viktor’s words affected you. Although, you could only sit with your thighs pressed together, ignoring the wetness between your legs for so long. You lasted fifteen more minutes before you said your goodbyes. But Viktor stopped you as you started to pack your bag. All he did was stretch out his arm and hold his hand out expectantly.

You peered down at the journal and frowned. Viktor nodded down at his hand and quirked a smile. Reluctantly, you handed the book over. And while you weren’t exactly an expert at reading lips, you could’ve sworn he’d mouthed good girl when you put the book in his hand. Trying your best to muster up the most unbothered, unaffected look possible when your mind was swimming so deep in the gutter that you were practically in the Undercity, you cleared your throat.

“If you need me, I’ll be studying in the library.”

To nobody’s surprise, you got very little studying done. If you’d been there with the sole purpose of thinking about Viktor, you would’ve accomplished your goal within the hour. But as you tried to divide your brainpower, thinking about Viktor—that is not what I was thinking about when writing that seemed to be etched permanently in your mind—and studying your academic notes and required texts, you were giving yourself a headache. The letters and numbers were blurring together, and for a second, you forgot you weren’t studying mathematics.

Two hours of studying later, an afternoon class you thought about skipping, and dinner at the dining hall later, you were trudging down the hallway towards the kitchen. You wanted to bake the endless thoughts away. Who would’ve thought one man would grind you down so hard without even touching you? The same man who was standing beside the stove, pouring freshly brewed coffee into a mug. He glanced over his shoulder when you shuffled through the doorway and reached for a second mug. He handed you the first before pouring the second.

The room felt like it had yesterday when he had come in while you were baking. Three sizes too small. Still, you chose to stand beside him, back against the counter, blowing aimlessly on the scorching liquid. You practically melted at the first sip. Viktor poured a bit of milk into his, stirred it, and returned to his spot leaning on the counter.

“Out of curiosity,” Viktor ran his fingers over the brim of his mug. “How many notes did you actually read?”

“Three, counting the one in the lab today.”

He hmmed and took a sip of his drink.

“Which ones?”

You used taking another drink to stall. They were his notes, so the embarrassment you felt shouldn’t have been so potent. But you couldn’t ignore the heat building on your cheeks.

“The night of the party where Jayce got drunk and the one you’d written after our...interaction...in here yesterday.” Your eyes fell on the stool Viktor had been sitting on yesterday. The urge to kiss him was growing stronger by the second. “And, of course, the one about the prototype. But you already know about that one.”

“I do.” He ran a hand through his hair and stole a glance at you. “I imagine the night would’ve been far more restless had you read that one last night.”

You locked eyes.

“We had to cut things short, Viktor, it would’ve been restless regardless.”

His eyes seemed to darken and his hold grew tense on his mug. Your teeth captured your bottom lip as you stared at him, trying to work through his unreadable expression. For a brief moment, you thought he was going to change his mind. Say that last night shouldn’t have happened. The thought made you stand up straighter. You dug your nails into your palm, waiting for the hammer to come down onto the nail, piercing your heart and making last night a distant, painful memory.

And then Viktor spoke.

“Please do not make me stand here any longer pretending I want to drink this coffee when I really want to kiss you.”

You blinked at him, processing the words. When they finally registered, when your brain caught up with what you were screaming internally, you sat your mug down and practically launched yourself at Viktor. It hadn’t even been twenty-four hours, but you kissed him like you hadn’t seen him in weeks.

It was perfect.

His hands came to your waist with a bit more confidence than they had last night, steadying you as your mouth met his. You had no shame as you pressed your entire body against him, desperate to feel every inch of him. He tasted like coffee, and just like last night, he let you take the reigns, dragging him down to you, kissing him until it felt like your lips were bruised. He groaned, and you tangled your hands in his hair, gasping when his hands dipped lower and lower until he tapped the underside of your thighs. He barely had time to move the coffee cups before you hoisted yourself up onto the counter.

He was between your legs instantly. He got your jacket off faster than he had last night, breaking the kiss to trail his mouth along your jaw. He cradled your head as he moved down your neck, expertly nipping at your skin as he explored your neck. When he sucked on your sweet spot and earned a stifled moan from you, he paused, repeated the action, and grinned against you when you duplicated the sound.

The bastard. An inventor. A scientist. A man dedicated to his craft. He took notes on his interactions with you, noted the tiniest observations. He was going to treat you with the exact same regard. He was going to be just as dedicated, just as methodical, just as determined when it came to pleasing you. And it showed as he unbuttoned your shirt, paying particular attention to your clavicle when he dragged his teeth over it and your moan echoed out in the kitchen.

“Vik,” you stuttered out, wrapping your arms around him, clawing at his vest. It was meant to be a plea, but it only egged him on. Frustratingly, his hands had found a permanent home on your waist. “The door is still open.”

“Then,” he whispered as he brought his mouth to yours, “you better keep quiet lest you want someone to find us.”

You rolled your hips against the obvious hardness and Viktor’s groan rumbled in your ear.

“We,” he corrected. “We better remain quiet.”

His hands twitched before going back up to undo a few more buttons on your top. You, on the other hand, were far less patient. You wanted to do exactly what had been cut short last night, and Viktor nearly keeled over when you pressed your palm to him. He muttered a curse against your shoulder as you ran your hand up and down the bulge in his pants. He was hard, hot, and the tips of his fingers dug deliciously into your arms as he very clearly tried to maintain some sense of composure.

“What was that about staying quiet?” You asked as innocently as possible, dialing it up to ten knowing it’d drive him mad. And it did.

Viktor grabbed your wrist, harsh and tight, and jerked your hand from his erection.

“If you keep that up, I will not last much longer. And I would very much like to.”

The corner of your mouth twitched, fighting a smug grin. One that was quickly wiped away as Viktor jerked you to the edge of the counter. He pushed your legs open, and you expected him to go for the hem of your skirt next, maybe slide his hand between your legs, but he didn’t. Instead, he adjusted his left leg until you were settled both on top of that and the counter, and you gasped as it pressed between your legs.

His hands on your hips guided you, each roll satiating before worsening the pressure between your legs. He hummed happily in your ear.

“It’s a shame you only got to read those three entries.” You could barely hear him. He was a master at keeping his voice quiet. “I was starting to develop a second theory, based off the first. Started a few weeks ago, when you fell asleep on me in the lab. One of the few times I’ve been grateful for that couch.”

His words took a second to sink in as he kept guiding your hips along his thigh. It felt so damn good, you were starting to wholly lose yourself. Your brows pinched and Viktor flexed his thigh, and you reached around and tangled your hands in his hair, dragging your nails along his scalp.

Couch. Your eyes clamped shut. You’d been in the lab studying. Curled up on the small couch that Jayce had requested since he and Viktor had been spending so much time in there lately. You’d been reading when Viktor sat down beside you with his own book. The couch was big enough to fit four people—it had to be with how tall he and Jayce were—yet the two of you occupied the center-most portion. Thighs touching, shoulders nudging, elbows bumping occasionally. And then, when your eyes suddenly grew heavy, instead of laying your head down on the armrest, you opted for Viktor’s shoulder. Which then, at some point after that, turned into his lap.

When you woke up an hour later, Viktor had stretched out beneath you, book open and resting on his chest, head on one of the throw pillows. One arm was hooked around you, the other was dangling off the couch, and one of his legs was in a very dangerous position: right between your legs. No matter how you tried to move, no matter how little you tried to adjust, his thigh pressed frustratingly wonderfully against you. And by the time Viktor stirred awake, you were flustered beyond belief. So embarrassed that you practically flung yourself off of him before he could put two and two together.

But as he guided your hips a little faster, it seemed that attempt was futile.

“I must admit, you’re a sight to behold when you’re flustered. A close second to this.” He pressed a quick kiss to your lips and chuckled softly after a few seconds. “I’m hurt you’re not asking what my second theory is.”

“What happened to keeping quiet?” Your voice was obviously strained and Viktor smiled as he moved to your neck. You were getting close and for some reason, you didn’t want him to know.

“Ask me.”

“I should’ve kept palming you-”

“Ask me.”

You threw your head back partially in frustration, partially in pleasure.

“What’s your second theory, Viktor?”

He grinned wider and said nothing.

“Viktor.” You were growing impatient.

He laughed quietly, breath fanning out against your neck.

“I didn’t say I was going to tell you.” He stood back abruptly and ran a hand through his hair. Had you not had to catch yourself from falling off the counter, you would’ve thrown something at him. He took a few deep breaths, reached for his cane, and smoothed out his clothes. A faint blush tinged his cheeks, but his grin beamed brighter than it. “But the theory...it requires some assistance.”

You were seconds away from cursing him.

“Does it?” You snapped, and Viktor’s smile only grew.

“Come by my room later—midnight.”

You scoffed at him. “Really? And if I ask why, are you going to tell me to just show up?”

Viktor’s eyes shined as he ran his gaze over you. You felt like a piece of steel shoved into a forge as you stood there. Immoveable, burning, waiting to be absolutely pounded. If your knees weren’t weak, body recovering from the whiplash of being close to orgasm to standing feet away from the man causing it, you would’ve run back to him and kissed him until he took you on that counter. But then he turned and started towards the door, and you half expected him to leave your question unanswered.

Then his voice rang out in the vast room.

“Because I want to know if you’re as sweet as I imagine you are.”

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Stubborn to No End

Pairing: Viktor x fem!reader

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: None

Tags: drama, angst if you squint, fluff

Prompt/Summary: y/n is working as Viktor's assistant for a few months now. One evening they get into a fight about Viktor never taking breaks when he admits he's dying. And confesses some other stuff too ✨

A/N: Ok so, like I'm super nervous as this is my fiiirrst Arcane/Viktor fics so all feedback is super appreciated! Sorry if this sucks. If you see bad grammar please feel free to point it out! Also this includes one Russian word, and I know there is no such country in Runeterra but I loved the idea of Viktor showing affection in his mother tongue so here we go. Also please correct me if my translation is faulty 😅 Also I dedicate this to all of you sweet peas who requested a fic from me hehe, they are next!

The sun was setting over the City of Progress – Piltover. Its orange rays were reflected on the tall windows of the buildings, shimmering on the gold accents, making the view wonderful from the Academy building.

Viktor however paid no attention to such things. The curtains and blinds in his lab were closed shut, his mind only focusing on one thing, his research. That was what kept him up at night, made him jump out of bed in the morning. That being said, he barely woke up in his bed recently. He spent most of his nights in the lab. His determination and dedication were like no other’s, not even his partner, Jayce could come close to Viktor in this sense. Maybe y/n was the only person, who was almost as stubborn and dedicated as he was. The only difference is that she was dedicated to him.

y/n was a lab assistant around the Academy for a few years now, helping out professors from time to time with their research or acting as a substitute teacher when needed, giving lessons to younger students. She first met Viktor in Councilor Heimerdinger’s office a few years ago. He was his assistant at that time, and she applied for a similar job as well. She saw him before that, wandering around the academy, always a book in one of his hands, his cane in the other. He was always so lost in his thoughts one could basically see the wheels turn in his head. He barely spoke with other students, and just like him, she was shy as well, so she never approached or started conversations with him.

Now she was Viktor’s confidant, his helping hand during his work. After meeting in the councilor’s office, they became close. For some reason he was just as intrigued by her as she was by him. They’ve been working together for a few months now, or one could say Viktor was working, and y/n tried to keep him from overworking himself – with little success.

That evening was no different than any other. She was walking in the vast hallways of the building, doors and huge windows surrounding her on both sides. Viktor’s lab was in a quiet part of the Academy, as per his request. Jayce’s room was right next to it, although recently he visited less than he used to. She stopped in front of the door and let out a sharp breath. She knew it was always a hard fight with Viktor when it came to his health versus the research, the need of helping people. But she couldn’t let him save those people if it meant that he works himself to death – because she loved him. And because she did it tore her apart that she had to go against his will. She wanted nothing more than him to succeed, to finally be able to achieve his lifelong dream, to be able to help his people from the Undercity. To see him happy. But she couldn’t afford to lose him in the process either.

‘May I come in?’ She asked in a stern voice after knocking on his door a few times. There was no response, and the room was quiet – she didn’t hear a sound, no scribbling on the blackboard, no sign of him working on the Hexcore either, so she was sure Viktor was either taking notes, or has fallen asleep. She slowly pushed the door which opened with a small creek and she looked inside, her eyes needing a few seconds to adjust to the dark of the room.

Viktor was sitting at his desk, arms resting on his knees, eyes looking at nothing. She could basically see the wheels turn behind his amber eyes as he was glaring at the distance. She also knew he was too preoccupied to notice her enter the room.

‘Viktor?’ She said in a soft voice, not wanting to startle the man. His gaze darted to her, a faint smile appearing on his lips, before he apologetically shook his head.

‘I’m so sorry y/n, I didn’t hear your knock.’ He replied, standing up from the chair, reaching for his cane and approaching her. ‘Is there something I can do for you?’ His tone calm and polite as ever, and even after all these years his accent charmed y/n every time she heard it. She had it bad for him and he was absolutely oblivious to it. But it was okay for her, if this was the price of realizing his vision of helping the Undercity.

‘Just wanted to make sure you are alright. It’s getting late, are you planning to go home?’ She replied, already knowing the answer to this question. If he could, Viktor would live his life in the lab, not wasting any second with sleeping or eating or anything that’s not work for that matter.

He did not reply, but a barely audible scoff left his lips as he turned around and walked to his desk. He stood there for a minute, arranging the papers on it, rereading his notes for what must have been the millionth time. The faint blue light of the Hexcore illuminated his face, which seemed to be even more tired than usual. Her heart clenched seeing him like this. He was troubled, more than he usually is. Like the whole weight of the world was his to carry.

‘You should take a break. I’m serious.’ She said, crossing her arms in front of her chest, bracing herself for the usual argument.

‘y/n, I don’t need you to act like my mother. You know that.’ He replied, his tone cold as ice and she could see the frustration in his eyes. She hated to do this but they had this argument at least once every week.

‘Viktor, please. I only want what’s the best for you.’ She muttered, eyes wandering away from his form facing away from her, to look at something else.

‘You don’t know anything about me. How could you want what’s the best for me? I don’t need help taking care of myself!’ He raised his voice, turning his face towards her but not facing her. His eyes were furious, and sad. She clenched her jaw and closed her eyes, taking a sharp breath.

‘I’ve been alone all my life. I’ll manage without your constant bothering thank you very much. Now please, leave me alone.’ He continued, his voice barely audible by the end of the sentence. A deafening silence took over the room after he finished speaking, no sound other than the constant buzzing of the Hexcore and the occasional noise of papers being moved around the desk. He seemingly paid no attention to the woman standing at the other side of the room, but in reality, he was all too aware of her presence. After a few minutes of silence, she finally spoke.

‘Viktor, what’s wrong?’ She asked cautiously, which made him face her once again, his amber eyes looking into hers.

‘Nothing.’ He lied.

‘You know you can talk to me, right? Whatever you have to say. I’m here to listen.’ She said, clenching and releasing her jaw as she tried to calm her heartbeat. She knew Viktor was not a man of words, or expressing feelings for that matter. She lived for those moments when sometimes he would laugh out loud, or burst with excitement about a new breakthrough in a project. These moments grew rarer with each passing week. But she loved his calm and drawn back moments just as much, when he would silently work at his table, one hand massaging his temple or twirling his hair as he tried to figure something out.

‘I’m sick, y/n.’ He said so quick and low she barely understood it. But she did, and her heart dropped to her stomach, tears stinging her eyes which she tried to hold back.

‘What… do you mean?’ She asked, keeping a longer than necessary pause between the words.

‘Growing up in the Undercity has taken a toll on my body’ he started, looking at his hand as he spoke. ‘I probably won’t live as long as it would be necessary to finish this project. To… help my people.’ He spoke, and he looked into her eyes. Her mouth fell open just the tiniest bit from his intense glare. His eyes pierced into hers with such emotion she never saw in them before. She broke the eye contact and looked down at her shoes, her vision getting blurry as the emotions took over her. She scolded herself in her mind for this – she couldn’t cry in front of him. It would only make her seem unprofessional. As she was lost in her thoughts, she didn’t hear the footsteps approaching her and she only realized Viktor standing in front of her when his fingers brushed against her chin, lifting her head up to face him.

‘дорогой (dorogoy – darling).’ He said something in what she assumed was his native tongue, a sad smile appearing on his lips as he looked in her eye. He moved his fingers from her chin and tried to put a loose hair behind her ear, eyes following his movement. Her heart has never beaten so fast, all the emotions were almost too much to handle. He finally planted his hand at the back of her neck, and he gently pulled her face close to his, only stopping before they touched. His gaze was darting between her eyes and lips, a silent plea for her to make the last move. And she did. She put her hands on both side of his face and pulled him into a kiss, pouring her heart and soul into it. She waited for this moment for so long. His lips were soft and gentle with her, like she could vanish at any second. His hand moved from her neck to her lower back, pulling her into him as close as he could. As an answer to this, her arms wrapped around his neck in a strong embrace, she never wanted to let this moment go. This fleeting moment of pure happiness, where she knew he was just as happy as her. She felt it. It was if a thousand suns exploded in her chest, the bittersweet feeling of being this happy and sad at the same time overtook her body. Viktor broke the kiss to look at her, and she only realized her tears were falling when he wiped them down. His eyes were soft, happy and sad at the same time. She couldn’t help but leaned into his touch.

’Viktor, I-‘ She started, but interrupted herself before finishing the sentence. He smiled at her.

‘Me too.’ He said in a soft voice, and kissed her again. ‘I’m so terribly sorry love. I shouldn’t have said all those things. And I’m sorry I made things so hard for you with this.’ He looked away from her, guilt in his voice, but his hand never left her cheek.

‘But out of everything, I would regret missing out on this the most.’ He said, looking into her eyes again. The weight of his words made her heart burst with a new wave of emotions, and it was her time to kiss him now. After their lips broke, she kept him close and rested her forehead against his.

‘I’ll do everything I can to help you.’ She said with her eyes closed and he just smiled.

‘Is there any point in me trying to stop you?’ He asked, to which she replied with a short laugh.

‘You know there isn’t. I’m stubborn to no end.’ She answered and he kissed her again.

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Hi how are you?

Thanks for the answering, I didn't had any triggering ideas (I not so comfortable with them too).

I wanted to know if you could please write some dom!Viktor smut?

Something like he is trying to concentrate on his studies but reader is being brat or something.

So Viktor needs to take matters in his own hands to teach her how to stay quiet for him while he is working.

That was it, sorry if it is weird or too specific. Again thanks for the attention and the answers and sorry to bother you.

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𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 : reader x dom!viktor

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 : smut, light impact play, oral (m receiving), riding, fluff at the end bc aftercare is important

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 : reader is being a brat while viktor is studying, and he punishes them for it

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 : 1.7K

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 : I'm good, thanks for asking! I hope you are doing good as well. Here is the awaited Viktor smut, that has been heavily requested. As promised, enjoy!

You laid on the bed, staring up the ceiling in boredom as you huffed in annoyance. Viktor had been locked in office for hours and you were growing impatient. You knew he hated to be interrupted while he was working but you couldn't stand to wait for your boyfriend much longer. The past week he had been consumed this his research, which left you feeling lonely..

He hadn't even slept with you since then which left you sexually frustrated, and you were tired of using your hand. Each time you tried to get him to fuck you, he would just give you a peck on your forehead before returning to his study.

You lifted yourself off the bed, exiting the bedroom and walking towards his office. You opened the door quietly, peeking your head over the door to find your boyfriend scribbling down notes as he read over some book. You frowned, noticing how stressed he seemed. Easy solution to that problem, you thought.

"I'm working, princess. I'll be done soon." Viktor said, his eyes still glued to his work.

"Vik.. We both know that when you say soon, you never actually mean soon." You groaned, walking into the office.

A pout formed on your lips as he ignored you. You walked closer to him, glancing down at what he what he was working on. How did he find this more important than giving you the attention you craved from your boyfriend? You sighed, leaning against the desk as you looked down at him.

"I'm lonely." You whined, hoping that would earn a response from him but were disappointed when he continued to ignore you.

Your fingers grazed over the notes he was scribbling on, sliding them off the desk as you mumbled an 'oops' with a playful grin. His eyes finally flickered up to yours. A dissatisfied look present on his features. You shrugged your shoulders innocently, playing dumb.

"Pick them up. Now." He demanded but you just sighed.

"I don't know what you are talking about." You continued your little act, since it was the only thing that seemed to catch his attention.

"I'm not going to ask you again." He warned.

You smirked, leaning closer to him. "What are you going to do, hm?"

He closed the book he was reading, earning a pleased look from you. You were hoping that he would finally get out of his damned office for a bit and spend some time with you. You were caught off guard when his hands were pulling down over his lap. Your eyes widened, not expecting this kind of behavior from him.

His hand rubbed your ass gently over your pajama shorts. A soft sigh left your lips. He hadn't touched you like this in far too long. A week, but still. Far too long. You missed his touch, him pleasuring you. You felt him pulling the shorts down the length of your legs along with your underwear.

Suddenly his hand was brought down to your ass with force, earning a yelp from you. "Next time I tell you to do something, I suggest you listen princess."

Your eyes widened at his words, surprised by his sudden dominance. You didn't get to see this side of him very often. But it never failed to get you excited. He slapped your ass again, this time with more force. You felt tears brimming in yours despite the fact you found pleasure in it. He struck your ass again, and again.

He then tangled his hands in your hair, pulling you up to face him. He was being rough with you, but you didn't mind. You loved it. You had a smile spread across your face. "I'd suggest you wipe that smile off your face." He threatened, tightening his grip on you.

You bit your lower lip with a giggle, "You're so cute when you take control, baby boy. You're doing such a good job."

Viktor then smirked, which made your smile falter. He slapped your face, hard enough to make a point yet still making sure to not hurt you. It sent your arousal down your legs. He brought his free hand to caress your cheek softly before grazing your lower lip with thumb.

"You're being a brat." He spoke sternly, "I guess I'm going to have to punish you, princess. Get on your knees."

You obeyed his command, dropping to your knees in front of him as you waited for him to give his next order. You were already wet, eager to please him.

"Good girl." He praised, leaning down to pick up the papers you had dropped. He laid them back on the desk before turning to look down at you. "Now, put that pretty mouth of yours to use. No touching yourself either."

Your frowned but listened, afraid he wouldn't let you touch him either and you were dying to have him in your mouth already. It had been a while since he let you go down on him. You grabbed his belt, undoing it and unzipping his pants before sliding them down to his thighs along with his boxers. You lifted to your gaze to find him focused on his work again.

You rolled your eyes in annoyance, but were still pleased to find that he was already fully erect. You took his length into your hand, while the other held onto his thigh. You gave it a few, slow steady pumps until you saw the precum starting to leak from his tip.

You then took him into your mouth, focusing on the head as your tongue swirled around it teasingly. He hissed softly, though you caught it. It encouraged you to take him fully into your mouth. You bobbed your head slowly, moaning against his dick as you did.

He used one hand to write his notes, while using the other to tangle in your hair and made you quicken the pace. Tears fell from the corners of your eyes as he pushed farther down his cock, holding you there for a moment before letting go. You pulled away from to gasp for air, coughing as you had drool falling down the side of your mouth.

That's when he finally turned his attention to you, smirking. He wiped the spit of this thumb. "Are you done being a brat, dear?"

You nodded you head, which earned a smile from him. He held his hand out for you to take. You accepted, taking it as he lifted you back up and pulled you onto his lap.

"I want you to ride me until you cum." He said, pressing soft kisses to your jaw.

He grabbed your hips, lifting you with ease until his length was lined up with your entrance. You grabbed his shoulders, sinking onto him. You rolled your hips, moaning out his name softly at the feeling of him filling you up. He continued to work on his studies, earning a whine from you. You tugged on his shirt, wanting him to shift his focus back to you.

"No, princess. This is your punishment." He sighed, though he did bring a hand down to your hip and gripped it tightly.

You rode him slow at first, allowing yourself to adjust to his size better. You pressed sloppy kisses to his neck and nipping the skin gently. His breathing got heavier, which you took notice to. That caused a smirk to your face, rolling your hips faster as you continued your assault on his neck.

"Mm. You feel so good inside me, darling." You purred in his ear, bringing a hand to tug on the hair at the back of his neck.

He tried his best to focus on the notes below him but it was getting harder. You noticed the way he kept pausing his writing, and the way his hand on your hip would tighten it's grip.

"Fuck it." He cursed, slamming his pen down onto the desk.

He then grabbed your waist, lifting you up just a bit. He then slammed into you. You moaned a string of curses, holding yourself up on the back of his chair. You could feel pounding into you relentlessly. He was grunting, his breathing getting heavier.

"You feel so good, princess. I can't resist you." He whispered.

You felt the knot in your stomach growing stomach as he fucked you harder, hitting that sweet spot with each thrust. Once he felt your walls squeezing around his cock, he fucked you faster.

"V-Vik.. I'm close." You cried out, digging your nails into his shoulders.

"Cum for me, darling." He encouraged, as he continued to ravage you.

You brought a hand between the two of you, sliding it down to your clit as you rubbed it in circles violently as you chased your high. It wasn't long until you were seeing stars and your thighs were shaking violently.

He didn't stop fucking you though, still wanting to chase his own high. "Fuck." You muttered out, trying your best to support yourself as he continued to ram into you. His thrusts began to grow sloppy. You kissed him, cupping his face in hands as you did. You felt him release inside you, leaving you on his lap as he caught his breath.

You were glad that you were on the pill, otherwise that would've been bad. You slid off him, going to grab your pants off the floor. You figured you were in trouble and he would want to get back to work now. He fixed his trousers, before standing up.

He walked over to you, kissing your forehead. "Come, let's get you cleaned up."

You grinned up at him, happy to see him willing to leave his office for once. He walked with you to your bedroom, asking you to lay on bed while he fetched a towel. You did as he asked, letting your back hit the soft mattress as you waited for your boyfriend.

He came back with a towel over his shoulder, walking up to you. He used it to clean you up, tossing it in the pile of dirty clothes before going to your dresser and grabbing a pair of underwear. He walked back towards you, grabbing your legs as he slid them on for you.

He pulled the covers over you, sitting on the edge of the bed before laying next to you. He brushed the hair out of your face as he watched your eyelids grow heavy before finally closing. He kissed you softly, "I love you, my dear."

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No one has done first kiss imagines w/ arcane Viktor yet🥺 he deserves some kisses

THE MAN DESERVES SMOOCHES

It was late.

You found that Viktor had been spending more and more of his time at the lab. The lab saw more sleepless nights of studying and careful analysis than his own home saw rest and stress relief of any sort. Despite his empty assurances that he would take better care of himself, you had seen nothing of the sort. It worried you deeply.

Which is how you found yourself in a begrudgingly frustrating standoff with the inventor in the dead of the night.

"You said you would go home tonight Viktor," you crossed your arms as you reminded the man of his own empty promises.

"I know," he admitted with an ounce of regret showing on his face before his expression shifted into something more stern. "But I'm so close to figuring this out. The answer is brushing against my fingertips, I can feel it. It's almost in reach. I can't just stop now."

You huffed, looking over the floating device that had all but consumed Viktor's thoughts lately. "Has it ever occurred to you that the reason your breakthrough is so close yet so far away is because you are working yourself to death? Even Jayce has been taking time off lately."

Viktor shook his head, making a scornful laugh that sounded more like a scoff as he turned his attention back to his work. "And look where that has gotten him."

He grimaced at his own bitter tone, leaning back and having the dignity to look a bit ashamed. "I'm sorry, that was... not what I meant."

You sighed, putting a hand on his shoulder and giving a gentle squeeze. "I know," you said. "And I know how important this is to you... I care about you Viktor. That means I care about what matters most to you as well. This Hexcore is everything. It will change the world."

Your hand slipped away as you turned to look out the window, the golden lights of Piltover shining in the distance reflected in your gaze. "I just... I want you to be there to see the world you create. It may be selfish of me, but I don't see a point in such a world without you in it."

Viktor inhaled sharply, turning to look at you. He had been so focused that he had nearly missed it. He had always been that way. He remembered when his assistant had offered to take him home, how he hadn't realized the hidden meaning behind her words until weeks later.

You had never been quite like that though. He knew you cared. He knew that there may be even more than that if he dared to hope. But you had shown it so differently that he was used to. He wasn't much of a romantic himself. Sure, he had a romance of his own with his work, but he never paid attention to the stories, to the fleeting emotions around him. It held little interest to him. Something so humane and fickle.

But... you were just a bit different. You didn't push your feelings onto him. You were stubborn and showed the way you felt through the way you cared for him. You always respected and admired his work, even when you didn't understand it. You never tried to make him choose. Never tried to change him. But you didn't let him fall either.

You noticed his health and in all honesty you had been hounding him and Jayce to care better for themselves even before you had realized his health was rapidly declining. You made sure he wasn't sucked into an abyss of making things worse for himself and he found it harder and harder to say no to you.

Surely it frustrated him at times but it also... made him happy. You brought him tea, knew where to look for him when he was deep in thought and away from the lab. Knew that he didn't need you to solve his problems, just to sit with him and be there. You asked questions about his research. Shared his joys and failures much like a partner would. Above everything, you were someone who cared. Cared more than he deserved. And he nearly let himself be blind to that.

You startled a bit when he suddenly stood, leaning on his cane as he took your hand in his.

"Viktor..?"

Your eyes widened as he closed the distance without warning. It wasn't an abrupt thing, in fact it was so tenderly gentle that you couldn't help the gasp that left your lips as his pressed against yours.

Your eyes fluttered closed as your arms draped over his shoulders, your fingers quickly finding a home in messy strands of hair as you pulled him closer to you.

Viktor felt a warmth in his chest that was completely foreign to him. He wanted more of it and was almost terrified by it at the same time. Something pulled at his heart so strongly and he found himself wondering how he had never discovered this feeling before. He wanted to know more. Wanted to feel more.

When he pulled away, he found his cheeks were flushed warm as well. It wasn't embarrassment but something else. Something new.

You chuckled as you shook your head, your hand coming up to cup the side of his face. "I can see the wheels turning in there Viktor. Tell me what's on your mind."

"I just...," he breathed. "I've never- I didn't know. Is this what it feels like? Why is my heart racing like this? It feels so warm and bright but it's cold and dark in here. It's a completely new sensation."

You bit your lip, trying not to laugh. It was just so like him to look at newfound feelings as a mystery to unravel. It was one of the exact reasons you loved him so much.

"Is it... something you want to learn more about?" You asked tentatively.

"I- yes. I think I would." Viktor admitted, still rolling a thousand questions around in his proactive mind.

Your thumb gently swept over his cheek as you took in his sharp features from the rigid cut of his cheekbones to the beauty marks that accented his subtle charm.

He leaned into your touch, a gentle smile spreading on his lips. You hummed, feeling yourself smile as well. Something so pure and contagious. Even if it may be fleeting.

"Let me take you home, Viktor," you offered quietly as you tucked a messy strand of hair behind his ear.

"I don't have much of a choice in this, do I?" he chuckled.

You grinned and shook your head, "Not in the slightest."

With a sigh he leaned in and pressed another kiss to your forehead, his eyes closed as he allowed himself this moment of peace and respite.

"Very well, cолнышко. Very well."

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Heyy! recently watched Arcane and i am obsessed. Well i like Viktor and there is not nearly enough love for him online sadly! But i would like to request, Viktor and a reader who isnt really that brainy when it comes to technology and science and is just generally relatable to normal university students. Feel free to make it SFW or NSFW idm, im having viktor brainrot so... Love your account alot btw u are dong gods work!

𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 : reader x viktor

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𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 : as requested by @bloody-vino. reader finds themselves being hand selected by Viktor to assist him in his research, despite being just an ordinary student at the academy

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 : 1.2K

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 : thank you so much for the request, and the kind words!! tbh, i was gonna make this nfsw at first but writing this made me soft so I hope the fluff is okay!

You stood in the darkened laboratory, books clutched tightly your chest. You were very confused why you had been hand selected to assist on the hextech project. Despite being a academy student with excellent grades, you weren’t exceptionally gifted compared to some of the other students. Science always fascinated you, even from an early age. But, you felt as though you were just ordinary, just like any other student in Piltover.

Viktor stood with his back turned you, inspecting the hexcore. He had peaked your interest the moment you first met him. When he was just an assistant to councilor Heimerdinger. Now, he was partners with Jayce - the “golden boy”. Most girls in your class found themselves infatuated with the Talis boy, not you though. You had eyes for the Russian man standing before you.

He let out a sigh in frustration before turning to face you with a hand rubbing his chin. “I’m missing something. I’m so close to figuring it out.”

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out soon.” You assured, tone a bit hushed from the nervousness from him speaking to you and the fact you had no idea how any of this stuff worked.

He let out a soft hum, dropping his hand as he leaned onto his cane. He watched the hexcore with a concentrated look spread across his features. His slender fingers grabbed the notebook that was lying on the table, lifting it and opening it. His amber eyes flickered as he read the pages silently.

You lowered your books a bit, finally getting the courage to approach him. “What exactly is this? I won’t lie, I’m really good with the whole science thing.”

His eyes glanced over at your timid form. A soft chuckle left his lips as he handed you his notes. He thought it was cute how clueless you appeared to be. You furrowed your brows at him, but taking the book from his hands. You felt his fingers graze yours as you did. A soft blush dusted your cheeks as you inspected the notes he had scribbled down.

“It’s adaptive runes,” He started as he turned his attention back to the glowing device, “I looked over your file. I didn’t choose you because your brains.”

That earned a frown from you, keeping your gaze glued to the inked pages. Though you knew that you weren’t too gifted, it still felt.. painful to hear him acknowledge the fact you indeed weren’t the most intelligent when it came to stuff like this. Technology and Science. As much as you wished you were. It was your dream to become somebody some day, someone like Viktor.

“I chose you because I’ve noticed how determined you are. Sometimes even that can lead to greatness.” He continued, his accent thick and making your blush deepen

You looked up at him, to find his amber eyes looking into your e/c ones. His eyes on you made you feel like your stomach was doing flips. He noticed you. It felt surreal, that someone as brilliant as him would ever take interest in just an average girl such as yourself.

“Determination can only lead you so far. I was never meant for greatness.” You mumbled, closing the book as you sighed out.

“Non sense.” He spoke assuredly, “Greatness comes to those who work for it. It hasn’t handed to you because of how strong or smart you are.”

“I can teach you, you know.” He continued.

You lifted your head, tilting it to the side as you rose a brow in confusion. What did he mean by that? You pursed your lips as you waited for him to elaborate on the subject. He noticed your expression, a soft smile breaking out on his lips as put his hand on the back of your shoulder and walked you towards the hexcore.

“I can teach everything I know, y/n. I’m sure it must intrigue you, taking part of our research.” He said as he extended his arm out towards it.

“Why did you choose me?” You couldn’t help but ask, curious as to why you were the one he wanted to teach, to take part in all of this.

His shoulders shrugged, his arm slipping off your back. You could feel a pang of disappointment from the loss of contact. He stumbled as he turned around and leaned against the back of the table as he kept his gaze glued to the floor. Silence fell between the two of you, as he struggled to find the words to say without embarrassing himself.

Viktor never was interested in woman much, dating in general always felt like a waste of time. He had been so engulfed in his research and inventions his whole life. Wanting to become someone worthy of greatness. It was all that mattered to him, especially having had grown up in the under city. But when he saw you the first time, everything changed.

He noticed you the moment you arrived, and had been watching you over the years. While the other students socialized and slacked off when given the chance, you were alone. Sitting with your nose up a book. You worked hard, and didn’t bother with wasting your time. He admired that, it reminded him of himself.

You noted his silence, turning so you were leaning back against the table next to him. You lifted your eyes to observe his face. He was deep in thought, seeming to rack his mind for a response. “Are you okay, Viktor?”

“Truthfully, I’ve been fascinated with you for a while. I saw an opportunity to help you and get to know you, so I took it.” He admitted, peering at you from the corner of his eyes.

You were taken aback, the words caught in the back of your throat. You fascinated him? It made you feel special. No one had ever noticed you before, you never felt like there was anything worth noticing. “You’re the fascinating one. You come from nothing and now you’re changing the world with hextech.”

His hand gently gripped your chin, lifting your head so he could look at you more clearly. His skin felt cool against your skin but you didn’t mind it. The coolness sent shivers running down your spine as he let his thumb graze the bottom of your jaw. He stared at you in admiration, as if you were a extravagant painting made just for him.

“You doubt yourself, you’re nothing short of extraordinary.” He breathed, his fingers sliding up the side of your face before cupping your cheek.

He leaned in closer, making your breathing hitch. You felt your heart pounding against your chest the closer he got to you. He stopped just inches from your face and you could feel his breath on your lips. He looked into your eyes, like he was waiting for your permission. You noticed how he glanced at your lips for a short moment before meeting your gaze again.

You nodded your head, inching closer to him. His lips were met with yours, kissing you gently. The way his lips moved against yours made you feel like your knees were going to give out. This was the moment you had been longing for since you first laid on eyes on him. He tasted sweet, with a hint of mint. When he broke the kiss, you kept your eyes closed as you took the moment in.

When you finally opened your eyes, you found him grinning down at you. You couldn’t help but smile back. He rested his forehead against yours. “You were destined for greatness, love.”

You pulled with your smile still spread on your face. You looked over to the hexcore device before turning to face him once more. “So when do we start?”

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worldwiideangel · 3 years

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Loving Viktor is no longer a hobby it is a lifestyle

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worldwiideangel · 3 years

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Assistant to the Dean of the Academy—an outsider with a brilliant mind. Meet Viktor #Arcane

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worldwiideangel · 3 years

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the house call

i’m still on hiatus but i’ve been watching arcane so here *throws fic and runs*

summary: Viktor is often left yearning for his soulmate, aching to know what makes them so bright and energetic. Thanks to Jayce, he gets to find out.

trigger warnings: none

Viktor x nb!reader

lumen - the physical embodiment of your soulmate.

lumens take on the form of a small ball of light and vary in color from person to person. when you meet your soulmate your lumen will emit a bright light and upon brushing with your soulmate’s lumen they both will give off a flash of light.

It’s nearly four in the morning when he nods off, cheek weighing on lean fingers as the pen stops trailing across the paper. Strands of hair fall over his brow, kissing his lashes as they flutter close only to blink open as something nudges his jaw. The faint golden glow gives you away.

Beams of light stretch out over his desk as you rub under his chin, supporting his head as he lets his hand fall from his cheek to your soft form. You make yourself at home in the curve of his palm as he lifts you to his lips, whispering a soft, “I know.”

Your luminance pulses, a likely deterrent. He can hear your voice whisper back, more an echo than a response, “Go to bed.”

If you had heard him that was a rarity in and of itself. Emotions can pass over fairly easily, painting a clear enough picture of what you are attempting to get across. Voice messages are few and far between with lumens, but he clings to them when he can. Your words are all he ever wants to hear most days.

Sighing, you brush along his face and he smiles because that is your favorite spot—nestled right up against the flat side of his angular nose. He also thinks you prefer it for location’s sake; you want to be his center of attention but never in the way of his work. It makes his heart ache.

“All right, all right,” he breathes, a ghost of a chuckle in his tone as he scoops you away from batting against his skin. You’re growing upset for every minute he remains cognizant. “I will go to bed now, little ram. Quit your bashing.”

He pushes you away with two fingers, far enough so that he can grab his crutch and rise from his chair without any interference. As soon as he drops his hand you drift right back to him, taking up residence in the crook of his neck as he stretches. He had been sitting in that hunched position for far too long.

Bending over his work desk and ignoring the monstrous mess of papers scattered across it, he switches the lamp off and allows you to light his way to the door and from there, home.

Your brilliance always astounds him, especially in the dark confines of his little apartment. Some days he can’t believe he was ever ashamed of it. The time where your light had been too much for him—where he had been embarrassed by peers complaining his lumen posed too much of a distraction in class. He had taken to hiding you away in a shirt pocket or even his satchel. It was only when you had begun to dim that he realized how much he was hurting you. One of his biggest regrets, by far. He wouldn’t dare hide you now. If you wanted to light up a room, he would be there to watch the audience go blind.

“Thank you,” he murmurs as you hover near the keyhole, his key having missed the first few times. “You’re very observant for a floating ball of light.”

You blink at his comment and run circles up his arm as the door opens. It pulls a laugh from his dry throat.

“Always with the energy. I wish for even half of it.”

He wonders what could you possibly be up to at this hour? How could you stand to be so high-spirited when the sun you mirrored still lay asleep far below the horizon? Did you prefer to stay up late? Or did work leave you laboring on into the early morning as often as he did?

He doesn’t bother to wash off, he is too tired, too worn. Barely does he manage to change into sleepwear, weakly pulling the cotton pants up over his legs as you glide back and forth across the bed. You lull at times, floating low enough to roll across the sheets before rising back into the air. It takes maximum effort or so it seems.

“Perhaps we both should be in bed, yes?” His voice beckons you closer as he slides under his covers, setting his crutch between the bed frame and nightstand as usual.

Turning on his left side, he lets his body melt into the mattress as you sidle up next to him. He watches you, grinning as your light flickers and softens. You are the one nodding off now.

Taking you into his palm, he murmurs sweet nothings into your downy spirit and tucks you safely against his heart. He hopes some piece of his words reach you wherever you are.

You wake with a start, heartbeat erratic as white encompasses your vision. Clawing at your face, you rip the paper off and stare at the incomprehensible handwriting—you really shouldn't try to write notes half asleep—as the phone rattles on in the background.

Pushing away from your desk, you stumble out of your chair with a groan and rush to answer the call. Your bare feet thunder across your cold wooden floors, slipping on one page lying in wait to strike. The world shifts as one leg goes sliding. You stub a toe on the corner of the table in the process.

“Shit!”

Your hand slams on the wall as you bring your foot up, holding the wound as you fight back tears. The angry bite of a sting wraps around the entire toe; an inflamed fury.

Screaming in your throat, you take a deep breath and grab the handset, pulling the telephone free of its cradle and raising it to your face. You manage to get out your name and a short, “Who’s calling?”

“Hey, it’s me.”

An aggravated sigh escapes before you can catch it.

“What? Not happy to hear from me?” Jayce laughs over the line. “I’m hurt, Doc.”

“Shut up. You gave me a heart attack—I stubbed my toe because of you!” you hiss. You could feel it thumping and prayed it wouldn’t swell. “What is it?”

“Listen, I know it’s your day off—”

“I swear, Jayce, if this isn’t something important you’re dead.”

“It is,” he promises. “Look my friend is feeling under the weather and refuses to go in for a check-up. Will you make a house call with me?”

You lean your cheek against the wall, expression scrunching up. “How do you know it’s serious?”

“He wouldn’t skip a day at the lab with a common cold let alone the flu.”

You hum, glancing over your shoulder and doing a double-take at the soft ball of umber lounging there. One look at the clock on your wall has your jaw dropping. There was no way in hell he was still asleep this late into the morning. Your lumen was always active by seven in the morning at the latest.

“Look,” Jayce sighs through the receiver, pulling you back to reality, “he left a message last night after I left early and he just sounds bad. Can you help?”

“Uh, sure,” you say, staring down at your feet and beginning the mental search of where you last left your medical bag. “I’ll meet you there as soon as I get freshened up. What’s the address?”

You fumble for a pen, nearly pulling the telephone wire off the wall as you scramble to write down the location. If your memory is correct, it’s within walking distance. Ten, maybe fifteen minutes. Jayce gives the go-ahead; there is no real rush, he’s just concerned as any friend should be.

“You better give me a big tip, making me run around on my free day.”

“C’mon, you’ve missed me. I’ll buy you lunch.”

“Deal. I pick the place.” You hang up before he can argue.

Stomping back towards your desk, this time careful of the hazardous papers on the floor, you carefully nudge your lumen until his warm glow purrs to life. His usual copper radiance is weak. Clicking your tongue, you carefully roll him onto your hand and caress his form, giving him a kiss for good measure.

“You’ve been staying up too late this week. Guess it caught up with you,” you say, keeping him close as you went about getting ready for the day.

One quick shower and “a-ha” moment later, you are retrieving your medical bag from its place in the kitchen and rushing out the door. Five steps down the hall and you turn around, hurry back to lock the door, then you are officially off.

The sun is bright outside, warming your skin and fighting off the chill your wet hair brings with every breeze. You should have dried it better.

Some neighbors and a few of your clients wave as you pass, a few wishing to stop and chat, but with a quick excuse, you are on your way again. You remind your clients to keep up with their medications or ointments or whatever ailments you are attempting to fix as you retreat. With all of them, a lumen sticks close, all various colors and fairing far better than yours.

You brush over him, his warmth huddled in the collar of your shirt. He was strong enough to cling to you, at least.

“If you’re this bad tomorrow, we’re gonna have a problem on our hands,” you mutter, worry creeping higher and higher.

Hearing your name, you turn and smile as Jayce beckons you across the street. You get to the corner of the side you are on and wait for a break in traffic before jogging across, tools and the like rustling in your bag. You jump over the gutter and land on the sidewalk with no accidents.

“Long time no see, nerd,” you laugh, pulling your childhood friend into a hug. He returns it, arms strong and sturdy around you. He smells of rich cologne and a spice his mother used in all her home cooking. You never can remember it.

“You spent more time in school, you know. Think that makes you the bigger nerd here.”

His smile encompasses his entire face just like you remember when you pull back, his eyes glittering in the sunlight. You give him a quick scan when you step out of his embrace. He certainly looks good and healthy. Was he going to the gym now?

“I’m not the one that’s sick, Doc,” he says, his hand sweeping behind you to land on your back and direct you towards the building you stand in front of. “Save the ogling for Viktor.”

“Keep joking,” you hum, patting his shoulder and strutting ahead. “There are plenty of five-star restaurants nearby calling my name.”

He grins, eyes only slightly fearful as he leads you inside. “You're just too fun to tease.”

“So, his name’s Viktor?” you ask, sidestepping a girl as she rushes through the entrance. From her clothes and briefcase, she’s running late to the office. The door slams shut with an empty echo around the lobby of the apartment building. You shiver from the breeze created.

“Yep.”

“Have any symptoms to report?”

Jayce’s brow furrows, thoughts loud on his face as you both enter an elevator. You motion to the fifth level and he gives the go-ahead to press it, silent in his deliberation.

“He’s always needed a crutch for his leg, so don’t let that surprise you,” he warns, gesturing down to his right leg. “But I catch him coughing a lot. He’s been doing it more often recently, even left the room a few times when it wouldn't die down.”

“Did you ever ask him about it?”

Jayce chuckles, rolling his eyes. “Calls it a dry throat or choking on spit half the time. I didn’t want to push any boundaries.”

“How thoughtful.” He glances at your mischievous smile, breaking off into laughter as you wiggle your eyebrows at him.

“He’s not my soulmate,” he answers straight. At that, his own lumen pops out of his vest, the rose gold hue vibrant in the dull grey interior of the elevator.

“Any luck with that?”

“Nope,” he sighs, taking his lumen into his hand to hold. “You?”

You raise a hand to cover where yours lies in the crook of your neck, frowning at his feeble wiggle in response to your touch.

“Nah,” you mumble. “Maybe someday soon. His color is always vibrant.”

“Yours and mine both. They’re somewhere in this city, just gotta find ‘em.”

The elevator doors open with a ding and Jayce waves you on, always the gentleman. “He’s at the end of the hall.”

Your footsteps echo softly as you walk, eyes drawn to the windows as you pass by. The street below is still bustling with life. You spot a comfy-looking cafe and your stomach growls at the prospects.

“Damn,” teases Jayce. You swing your bag at him and let it hit him square in the chest, smiling as he grunts and stumbles back. “What are you carrying in there?”

You shrug, pausing to look back at him. “The usual.”

Shaking his head at you, he marches by. You don’t miss him fixing his vest as he comes to a stop at the last door. Keeping near the window to take in the sights again, you keep an ear out as he knocks.

You look down even though you can’t see your lumen in his spot, bringing a hand up as he jumps against your neck.

“What?” you croon, cupping his form. Had something scared him?

“Viktor? It’s Jayce!” You turn, frown still weighing your lips down as you watch Jayce knock a second time. “Listen I know this is a little forward, but I brought my friend to check on you. They’re a doctor—”

“He didn’t know I was coming?!” you shriek, whirling around completely. “Jayce!”

The man waves his hands around his head, clearly stressed. “He’s stubborn!”

“Well, I’m not gonna treat someone without their consent! Unless he’s on death’s door—”

A lock clicks, your focus shifting to the door to the apartment as you hear it creak open. You can’t see into the apartment from where you are standing by the window.

“No one is on death’s door, thank you,” a heavily accented voice says. You purse your lips at the tone of it, something tickling the back of your mind. He sounds familiar.

“Holy shit,” Jayce breathes. You glance at him, giving him a confused look as his eyes zero in below your chin.

“What are you staring at?”

“Your lumen,” he says pointing towards your shoulder, “it’s…”

You gasp, dropping your back to grab at him. “Did his light go out?!”

You should have been paying more attention to him. What if he was so weak because he was in trouble?

“No, he’s—”

You bring your lumen away from your neck to find him beaming, his usual coppery light something warmer and the strongest to date. Still, he refuses to float.

“Is everything all right?”

You look past your lumen to see a man leaning out of the apartment, a crutch holding him upright as he peers around Jayce to meet your presumably awestruck expression. He has the same color hair as your lumen’s luminance, long and a bit unkempt.

On his shoulder, his lumen shines just as brilliantly as yours. By the quick glance between your hand and your face, he has connected the dots as well.

“It’s you?” he asks, stepping out further into the hall. You don’t want to assume, but he sounds hopeful, at least. You really should have dried your hair, you look like a mess, you bet.

“I think so, I—” You shrug, tongue-tied and clumsily motioning to his lumen. “Yours is looking really bright, too. You didn’t notice?”

He tilts his head towards his shoulder as his lumen drops off and spins circles around him. You feel heat take hold of you, trying to stamp down your excitement. If that really is you, you are way too ecstatic.

He huffs, eyes crinkling in the corners as he shakes his head and meets your gaze. “You are always this bright.”

Your heart stutters and the golden lumen all but darts around the room before zipping towards your hand where yours stays settled in your palm. Gold hovers around umber as if tiptoeing. When they brush a light flashes by and you just know; he’s yours and your his.

“Well, guess you’ll be getting that check-up,” Jayce says to Viktor (it was Viktor, right? Did you remember that correctly?). You completely forgot your friend existed in the same space for a moment there. He claps Viktor on the shoulder. “Hope you feel better and congratulations you two!”

He pats you on the back as he leaves and you fight with yourself to not stop him. Yearning to meet your soulmate is one thing, actually being alone with them for the first time was another. He flashes you a thumbs-up from the elevator as the doors slide shut.

“Would you like to come in?”

You twirl around, squeaking, “Yes!”

His chuckling has you trembling in embarrassment as you shuffle towards him, then backtrack to grab the bag you had dropped. He moves to the side to allow you entry and you steal another look as you go by, biting the inside of your cheek. He has a beauty mark under his eye, his chin, too. Gorgeous side profile, sharp jaw, and you adore his nose, big and angular. A strange thing to like, you’re sure, but you do nonetheless.

“I wasn’t expecting company, so it’s not the cleanest, I’m afraid,” he says.

“Oh, Gods, mine either,” you laugh, careful as you walked further into his apartment. The walls were barren but there was an office open on your right just as messy as your own, various tools and papers haphazardly placed. “I actually slipped on some paper this morning when Jayce called.”

You can hear the amusement in his hum and mentally cringe. Why did you tell him that? There was no reason to bring up how you were prone to accidents.

Wandering in further, you find the living room just as bare with a coffee cup or two placed on the table with some thick books--textbooks, more like. The window lights the entire room, sunbeams reveal dust particles in the air. Here there is a still existence; a lack of presence. There may be a mess, but you doubt he spends a lot of his time at home. This is more of a rest stop than a residence.

“Are you and Jayce close?” you ask.

“We work together, yes. His Hextech piqued my interest so I assisted him somewhat in getting it up on its feet.”

“That was you!” you gasp, spinning around and clearly catching him off guard. Your lumen, well, his lumen you should say since it is hir reflection, it jumps in your hand and you wince. “Sorry, I just… That explosion that happened, it really discouraged his studies and he told me about you and how you helped with the council and everything--”

“You seem close.” His eyes rove to the floor for a moment before rising back to yours. “Childhood friends?”

You shrug, “Pretty much. We studied together a lot in school, then kind of split ways with me going medical and him with all the tech and gadgets and all...that. But we stayed in touch. His mother is one of my client’s, actually.”

“And how is that? Being a doctor?” He waves a hand to the couch and you make to sit, moving his lumen to your shoulder. Yours is still floating around the room, carefree and incessantly bright.

“Busy, uh, could I take a look at you?” you ask, getting your thoughts back on track. “I heard you haven’t been feeling well.”

The corner of his lips stretch as he shakes his head. “It’s only a cough.”

“Well, your lumen over here says otherwise,” you say, brushing a finger over the weak piece of him. “Hasn’t floated once today and his light was dull.”

Viktor shrugs. “I am dull person at best of times.”

“Funny.” You pat the free cushion next to you. “I won’t bite, come on.”

He sighs but relents, limping closer and lowering down next to you. The crutch goes against the couch as you pop your bag open and grab your stethoscope, flashlight, and a fresh new stick to check that throat of his.

“How long you been coughing for?” you hum, scooting closer and bringing the bell to his chest. He tilts his head down to watch you, eyes darting up when you tilt your head at him, waiting.

“Comes and goes,” he says as you find his heartbeat. It’s strong. A little fast, but that’s to be expected. No concerning sounds or erratic rhythms. You stand to get around to his back, waving a hand when he moves.

“Take some deep breaths for me, yeah?” You slide the bell down over his lower shoulder, searching for that sweet spot to hear the lungs. He does as he is told as you fiddle with the diaphragm.

“Hmm, not the best sound to hear,” you murmur, searching for your pen to jot down some notes. Sitting back down on the couch, you flip to a fresh page in your miniature handbook. “Coughing up anything lately? Phlegm? Dare I say blood?”

“What is your name?”

You raise an eyebrow, turning your head to look at him. He is intent on you when you do. You notice, then, that his eyes are a soft honey gold in the sunlight. They are his softest feature with chapped lips and a face sculpted with exhaustion and perhaps malnourishment. You feel your doctor instincts rising within, wanting to ask him what his diet is, his sleep schedule.

You want to take care of him.

“Answer my question first,” you whisper, “and I’ll tell you anything you want.”

“Anything?” he asks, mischief somewhere in the weak grin tugging at his lips.

“Well, I want to make sure you’re healthy,” you excuse. “Besides, isn’t that the next step here? Getting to know one another?”

“Do you want to know me?” You blink at him, confused. He makes a small noise in his throat, eyes escaping to the corner of your room. “I would not be surprised if you were…disappointed.”

“Viktor,” you breathe, holding back a laugh as your eyes go wide, “did you not see me fumbling out in the hall?”

“You are energetic.”

“I’m a mess,” you guffaw. “You’re incredibly handsome, you know, and here I am with damp hair and rumpled clothes—”

“You are perfect.”

Your face feels hot. The fact your lumen comes barreling into his chest to rub against his neck makes you want to sink into the floor.

“Also, I am still in my pajamas.”

At the statement, you look down to take in his attire for the first time. The striped pants are awfully cute.

“Well, I didn’t even notice. You still look pretty put together.”

He hums and you scratch behind your ear, attempting to recall the last question you had asked. He was a little too good at distracting you.

“So? Blood? Phlegm?” you squeak, focusing on your notes.

“…There is blood sometimes.” You pause, concern creeping as the list of possible reasons hammer through your head. “It is never much and does not occur often.”

“Okay…” You note it, underline it.

“Your name?”

You tell it to him, voice soft. He repeats it and you find you love his accent more and more. “Have you ever been in for a check up?”

“Maybe if I had we would have crossed paths sooner,” he teases, dodging the question.

“Viktor.”

“I said so at the door,” he tells you, sure of himself, “I am not on death’s door.”

“And I would like to keep it that way.” You lean closer. “Can I draw some blood?”

He grins and your chest flutters as he mirrors your movement, nose millimeters from yours. “How brazen. I prefer dinner first, you know.”

You laugh deep in your throat, shaking your head as you begin to pack your medical tools.

“You know, the way Jayce talks about you, I thought you’d be more…reserved.”

“I am very reticent, yes.” His brows raise as he tilts his head off to the side. “You are just too fun to tease.”

“So I’ve heard,” you sigh, shutting your bag. “Are you free for lunch? If you’re feeling up to it?”

“I wasn’t feeling particularly sick,” he explains, “I overslept, which rarely happens, and Jayce has a tendency to worry.”

“You're telling me. Calls me on my off day.” You get to your feet. “I saw a cafe across the street and I’m starving. It’s not dinner, but it’s a start.”

“It is perfect,” he says, following you up off the couch. “Just give me a few moments to freshen up, yes?”

“Take all the time you need,” you assure him, grabbing your stomach as it growls. “Ignore that.”

His laughter is full and warm and for the first time that day, his lumen topples off your shoulder to dance around yours.

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— CSM 🤎 NSFW LINKS

alternate title: chainsaw man men + nsfw links

warnings: explicit content + its twitter porn lol + minors dni

characters included: aki hayakawa + denji + kishibe + yoshida hirofumi

a/n: if people like this i might make a second version for the girls but we'll see 😫 other than that, enjoy <33

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I'm nervous and this is my first time asking for anything but I like you and I think the world has a shortage of genuine love for Denji.

I don't know if this is too specific personality-wise, I know you stated that you prefer to be inclusive but I rarely see anything for more quiet, reserved but not necessarily shy readers and I was wondering if I could get number 6 from the nsfw prompt list?

(I just want a calm and collected reader who wants him to know that intimacy shouldn't always be transactional, it can just be something you ask for because I feel like its fucking up his sense of intimacy when people keep promising it in exchange for things)

I'm sorry if this was very long and specific I'm just nervous and not very... used to just asking for things like this. You don;t have to write it I just thought I should shoot my shot with it eventually...

i’m honored your first ask was to me <3 don’t be nervous tho! a lot of writers including myself love getting requests. and yes i try to be inclusive/neutral in my writing but for a specific request i’d change that yknow? like if someone requests a character x tall reader why would i not make them tall?? dk if that makes sense LMAOO

also i’ve been wanting to write for this prompt for fucking forever thank you- im SO sorry it took so long i feel like i’m busy every day these days</3

- NSFW PROMPT #6 - sex in the car

- WORD COUNT: 2.6k holy shit

- WARNINGS: female!devil hunter!reader, nsfw, virginity, unsafe sex (pls wear condoms)

you thought you’d pretty much had denji figured out.

he really doesn’t seem like that complex of a guy, at least at first. when you’d met him, he didn’t really stand out to you.

he’d always thought you were pretty, and he soon found his mind wandering back to you. when he thinks back to all the women he’s met, (and all the times they’ve tried to kill him) something about you sticks out in his mind, and he can’t quite put his finger on it. he does know he’d like to know you better, though his experience with women is clearly lacking.

himeno, power, makima. when he thinks of all his remotely sexual experiences, they’ve been in exchange for something, reze being the only exception, and he’s painfully aware of how that turned out. denji wonders what he’d have to do in exchange for a date with you.

for a while, denji doesn’t do anything. he talks to you at work when he gets the chance, some dude from another department mentioned asking his ‘pretty coworker’ out to lunch. he thinks maybe he should do the same.

he comes to realize that you don’t really talk all that much, only short sentences or when necessary. still, he hangs off every word you say, youve even said he was a “talented hunter” before.

it isn’t until after your division defeats a particularly difficult devil that he finally asks you. with the adrenaline still pumping through his veins, and his body unable to move, he finally gets the words out.

“y/n!” he yelled it, though you’re right there, with his head in your lap. “since i killed that devil, will you please go out with me!?”

denji’s phrasing had confused you. what an odd way to ask that type of question. nonetheless, you still accepted, with a smile that made denji’s heart squeeze.

your first day off in months, and you’re spending it with denji. though it’s not the type of thing you’d usually have planned, it might be nice to do something different.

when you arrived, denji had revealed rather proudly that hes been awake since early in the morning. it’s a little sweet, actually, his eagerness. flattering.

denji is so proud of himself, he really thinks he hit it out of the park. he’d hadn’t told you what he had planned before, you let him take you all around tokyo, popping in and out of his favorite places and messing around. your feet hurt by the end of the day, but he’d asked to take you to one more place.

you had to walk back to your apartment to get your car, but he promised it would be worth it. after all, he took money out of his paycheck to buy the tickets.

an art museum really wasn’t a bad choice, denji is kind of nailing it. the drive wasn’t that bad, you got to talk to him the whole time. well- he did a lot of the talking, nervousness clear on his face.

as you two walk through the museum, looking at each piece of art, denji can’t help but stare at you instead.

“wow, the colors on this one are beautiful,”

“I wonder how they paint such dynamic poses?”

“look at the detail in the face; the tiny brush strokes,”

“i prefer portraits over still lives, don’t you?”

he’s never heard you talk this much. denji just nods along to your thoughts, agreeing to every comment that you have. when he looks at a painting, he just thinks “wow that’s pretty,” or “this is really old,”, but you’ve totally fascinated him with your appreciation. he didn’t know you’d be into this, he didn’t even know if he’d be into this, he just thought it would be a romantic idea, that surely he’d impress you. instead, youve impressed him.

denji has always been the type to take things at face value, whats the point in finding the “deeper meaning” in things? he guesses you’re not like that, though. you’ve always seemed so collected and calm, almost like makima in a way. but, somehow, you’re also nothing like her, a completely different feeling and vibe. she’s more like a cold, still statue of marble. beautiful, yes, though lacking the feeling and emotion you bring him.

when you point something out in a painting, he becomes aware of it, noticing it for the first time. ordinarily, he never would have looked at half the details, or paid attention to the background and facial expressions. his heart is beating out of his chest, face red as he watches you examine another. the concentration is apparent on your face, brows furrowed in an expression that makes his heart skip a beat.

“what do you think, denji?” your question catches him off guard, and he realizes that he was, in fact, staring at you, completely zoning out. he can feel his face warming, eyes shifting quickly from you to the painting in front of you.

“uhhh…” he rubs the back of his neck nervously, unable to think with you staring at him with your doe eyes.

“i mean, the edo period has some of my favorite works. the wood blocking is always so pretty,” Denji is grateful that you said something, now he can nod along quickly in agreement. shit. he should say something. do you think he’s weird? shit.

“i-i prefer the taishō period, like the portraits… n’ stuff…” he trails off, voice getting smaller. it was something he heard aki mention once, he has no idea if it’s true. while you consider his words, nervousness churns his insides. but then you smile at him, chuckling lightly.

“i think you’re right,” your words have him letting out a breath with relief. wow, you think he’s right? he feels so cool, almost dizzy on your praise. eventually, though, all good things must come to an end. with your feet sore and aching, you walk him back to your car. before, youd chuckled when hed revealed he can’t drive. so you’re the one driving him back to his apartment, nodding along to what denji is talking about.

almost out of nowhere, your curiosity boils over, and you suddenly ask “Denji, did you not like the art exhibit?”

He pauses, looking over and trying to read your facial expression. You keep your eyes on the road in front of you, illuminated by street lamps along the side.

“Eh? Why wouldn’t I?”

You shrug, biting the inside of your lip while you think.

“I dunno… i didn’t want you to pick it just because it’s something you thought i’d like,”

“No! I just thought itd be fun- Aki said it’d be romantic,” That makes you chuckle, a smile (that denji loves to see) on your lips while you turn into the parking lot. You chew on your lip while you park, squinting to make sure you make it in the lines.

You look over at Denji, both of you unbuckling your seatbelts. And for all the tiredness that Denji feels, he finds the thought of your date ending pulls on his heartstrings.

“I had a lot of fun,” He blurts out, breaking the quick silence. In response, you lean forward, swiftly pressing your soft lips against his. His eyes widen, before he squeezes them shut.

The kiss is relatively innocent, only lasting a few seconds before you pull back. Even in the dark, you can see the prominent blush dusted on his cheeks.

“I had fun, too,” You smile. Denji blinks, surprise evident on his face. Though, neither of you move. This should be the part where he climbs out of your car and goes back to his aki’s apartment so he can have a nice dream about how your lips feel on his. But neither of you move, not until you’re climbing over the console and you’re in his lap.

he almost asks what you’re doing, but the words seem stuck in his throat. he whines against you when your lips are on his, straddling his lap. everything’s moving so quickly, denji can feel his heartbeat pounding in his ears. and you can feel it, too, when you run your hands under his t-shirt and up to his chest. you break the kiss momentarily, pulling back to look down at him.

“do you want me to stop?” youre met with a quick shake of his head, he didn’t want this to stop at all. you smile, leaning back into the kiss.

it’s not long until your shifting your hips against his, tongue in his mouth as his hips buck slightly against you. denji is in utter shock, the actions barley processing in his mind. this entire day, youve continued to surprise him, and right now is nothing different. when you seperate from the kiss, he lets out a small whimper of disappointment, but then your lips are on his neck. he doesn’t know what to do with his hands, he wants to touch you so badly, but he doesn’t want to overstep his boundaries.

“can i… can i touch… you,” his cheeks are red from the words, embarrassment evident on his face when he struggles to get the phrase out. it’s a relief when you nod eagerly, a quick “mhm” further proving your point.

denji’s already hard beneath you, hands shaking and adrenaline pumping when he slides his hands under your shirt. your breath hitches when his hands slide under your bra, followed by a small moan when he rolls your nipples between his fingers.

denji’s heart has been beating out of his chest the whole time, and now he can feel yours, too, beating against his hands while he feels you up.

You lean back, hands pulling your shirt over your head. Denji’s eyes are practically glued to your chest, he’s having a hard time believing this is real, he wishes pochita could see him now.

denji stills when your hand is between his thighs, palming him through his jeans. and then your lips are on his again, and he thinks he could cum on the spot. he finds that he once again doesn’t know what to do with his hands, at least until you lace your fingers with his.

denji’s remaining free hand finds your waist, and maybe it’s the adrenaline, but he finds the courage to trail it downward. His hand slides under the waistband of your pants, fingers trailing over the growing wet spot of your panties. much to denji’s delight, you begin to struggle to kiss him back when it trails over your clit, whimpering against his lips.

though he has no idea what he’s doing, denji listens intently for the sounds that you make when he pushes your panties aside, fingers dipping against your slit. you break the kiss, biting back a moan when his fingers rub against your clit. eyes wide, denji feels a sense of pride in his chest for pulling such a reaction from you. he wants to hear more, so desperately.

in an attempt to mimic the things he’s seen in porn, his middle and ring finger find your entrance. you gasp sharply when he pushes them inside, and his hand stills quickly.

“i’ve.. ive never..” his voice is hoarse, almost like he’s attempting to backpedal his actions, though his fingers don’t move.

“ah.. that’s okay…” you grind down further onto his hand, sucking in air as his fingers are pushed deeper.

“i’ll teach you,” your words travel straight through his ears and to his dick. yes, denji would very much like that, just the thought of it makes him dizzy.

still, he doesn’t dare move his hand yet, not until your head falls forward onto his shoulder and you’ve given him a nod.

“curl your fingers- upward.. slightly,” your voice is breathy with the struggle to speak, yet he does as you say. you moan softly in turn when he obeys, and denji feels intoxicated from every noise and movement you make. he considers asking for verbal confirmation, but when he opens his mouth, no words come out.

you bite your lip, considering your current situation further. and with much self control, you pull away, resulting in a confused noise from denji. before he can ask what’s up, you stand. now he’s even more confused, until you hook your thumbs under the waistband of your pants and begin tugging them down. denji gasps, unable to take his eyes away from the sight.

“is this okay?” you ask wearily, climbing back into his lap. he nods quickly.

“yes- yes! so okay- so good- this is so okay with me!” denji stutters quickly, earning a snort from you. when you kiss him again, he doesn’t miss your hand finding his bulge through his jeans. he’s surprised at how quickly this is happening, but he can’t dwell on any thoughts. everything- including his thoughts- are rushing so quickly, he feels drunk and dizzy all at once. but this isn’t bad- oh no, not bad at all.

usually, you’d make sure the man takes more time preparing for this, but poor denji looks so eager- who are you to deny him? so, with your lips moving against his neck, you gently pull his cock out of his boxers. he has to bite his lip to keep from moaning, holy shit you’re touching him.

your eyes shut on instinct as you sink onto his cock, a small moan bubbling from the back of your throat that you struggle to hold back.

“it- s’good?” denji is quick to ask for confirmation, after all, this is new territory for him. you nod quickly, taking your time to adjust to the stretch.

“yes, it’s good,” your voice is breathy and high pitched again, the tone of voice that denji cannot get enough of.

“ah, denji-!” you lean forward into him, wrapping your arms around his neck when you begin to shift your hips. he bucks up into you, his self control is waning. he wraps his arms around you, too, holding you very tight to his chest. he holds you like he’s afraid of loosing you, or hurting you in any way.

though denji never had much self control to begin with, youre proving to dwindle what little he did have. not that he’s complaining, but it’s almost unconscious that he begins thrusting up into you, unable to control himself.

he’s got such a dirty mouth, and your quiet moans and gasps are only spurring him on. he’s so vulgar, speaking whatever pops into his head.

“you’re- so, so fuckin’ hot,” he mumbles, unable to think clearly anymore. “i’m soo fuckin lu-lucky, oh my god,”

he’s gonna keep going unless you say otherwise. though, you don’t, drinking in every moan and praise that falls from his lips. one of his hands trails downward again, messily finding your clit to rub small circles against it. this action makes your back arch, and you squeeze your eyes shut, burying your face in denji’s shoulder. you’re both close now, but you think denji isn’t able to hold out much longer.

“shit, shit!” denji’s voice cracks, high pitched and whiny. you cling to him, so, so close, desperately chasing your high.

“fuck, please, please, please,” you’re not sure what he’s begging for, but you nod along anyway, desperately pressing your body against his.

Denji’s thrusts get sloppier and harder as he grows closer, praising you the whole time. He fucks you to your orgasm, babbling and begging between moans. you’re nodding incoherently, eyes squeezed shut and jaw slack when you cum around him. in fact, you barley even notice when he cums inside of you.

panting, you begin to separate from him. still reluctant to leave, you sit on his lap, and denji admires how you look like this.

"man am I glad I killed that devil now," he breathes, grinning up at you. you snort, processing what he said.

"you know I would've said yes regardless, right?"

now there's something to think about.

- alternate title “el gets way too excited about art like a total fucking nerd and wrote a whole bunch of cringey fluff”

- also yes this world DOES have a shortage for denji love, as much as i horny post abt him i rlly just wanna hold him. that boy has been through too much. you’re absolutely right, anon. i don’t normally write this much for requests but i couldn’t help myself.

- masterlist | navi

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