#dom Viktor

[bringthekaos]

It's funny how Viktor RADIATES Dom energy and Jayce looks and acts exactly like a guy who still hasn't figured out that he needs to be put on his knees and pegged and therefore doesn't know how to ask for it

SERIOUSLY THOUGH. Jayce very much gives me “wants so many things but struggles to ask for them” vibes. And especially considering the society he grew up in, where the value of a “house” is based on what they can give to the world. But like… his mind is always running so fast, and often what he needs is to just be mindless for a few hours. To entrust himself and his body to someone and just let all of it go.

And chu buddy, does Viktor give off those dom vibes. Just the way he was always depicted as so slow and precise, calm and collected when working on a project (even a dangerous one).

Like… looooook at himmmmm

I just KNOW he can have even the strongest of men begging for it.

[sarcasm-is-my-form-of-attack]

Not to be horny on main but I can’t stop thinking about soft spoken dom Viktor…it’s going to keep me up tonight…cause I’m gonna write it

[theromanticjedi]

im gonna go feral.

They're are no jayvik fics where its not "top jayce, bottom viktor" smut. I was soft slow mlm t4t dom viktor where thy just have fun banter while sleep deprived from working all night.

IS THAT TO MUCH TO ASK???

[waywardsou2]

New fic just dropped

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61548349

Be warned it's smutty as hell

It's also my first smut fic from the arcane fandom. Woohoo! 🙌

[weveseenallthegreenery]

The Comfort of the Commune — Mel Medarda seeks out Viktor after discovering her arcane talents.

sfw | part 2 | 2224 words | hurt/comfort | shortfic | alternate season 2 | loosely edited | featuring mel’s mommy issues

I pulled my hands over each other, tugging on his hair as I made sure the daisies were stuck in place. Viktor started letting me do his hair every day, and he had even gotten some furniture so that I would feel more comfortable in his home… though, I did end up staying for much longer than I’d initially intended to. The company was just too good to pass up.

I helped him out with the garden behind his house every day. I watched as he listened to the wants and needs of his people. I held his hand as he struggled with the momentary pains of keeping the entire commune running. He helped me learn how to control the arcane a little better—however, most of it was instinct. I enjoyed my life here, and it didn’t feel like it was time to go back yet.

I hummed as I tied the end of his hair with a clipped vine, “There… another day where you look absolutely stunning.”

“All thanks to you,” he smiled in the mirror’s reflection. It looked like he was looking at himself, but something felt odd about the movement of his eyes. He wasn’t quite looking at himself, but he wasn’t looking at me or our surroundings either. How peculiar.

I stepped away from him before heading to the kitchen to grab some fruit. He had offered to take my hunger away, but I told him that I couldn’t bear to lose the parts of me that were still human. He didn’t understand, but he respected my wishes and said that it was alright as long as I wasn’t in any pain. So, I ate a lot of the food that came out of the garden.

It had been days since I had any meat because we weren’t allowed to hunt or kill here in the commune. It was seen as corrupt and impure to kill without cause. If we had a cause, though, it didn’t seem like he would mind sparing a few innocent lives for what he considered righteous. He was a very contradictory man, and it was one of the things that made me feel so attached to him. It was one of the things that made him what I needed right now.

In the first moments of my heartache, all I wanted was Jayce. Despite the fact that he abandoned me, despite the fact that I had used him for my own advantage a year ago, he was all that I felt I needed. However, no matter how much I cared for him, Jayce was a simple man in the time that I knew him. He had one major passion, was great at giving advice, and was dedicated to his family and his people. All lovely qualities, but I needed more complexity than that to keep me sane during such a heavy transition. I didn’t just need a good friend right now; I needed a gentle monster… and Viktor was very close to being that with the Hexcore at the center of his very being.

I had a hard time not villainizing him, I realized as I finished off my mango and moved to cut myself a slice of bread. I held no ill intentions towards Viktor. He was an amazing friend, and I cared for him deeply. He was helping me understand myself in ways that no one else could. However, I still had a difficult time unlearning what I had previously known as solid fact. The arcane was used by and for evil.

Although I thought bringing the arcane to Piltover could be beneficial, I never hoped to be a wielder of it in any context other than some artificial technology. A small ball of magic with limitations and a specific purpose was much different from actually wielding the living, breathing essence of the arcane. I found it terrifying yet exhilarating.

I looked over to Viktor, noting the way he was still staring at himself in the mirror as I spread butter along my bread. I quickly finished my small meal before returning to his side and pressing my chin up against the top of his head. “Lost in though? We have a lot of errands to run today.”

“I know,” he said and leaned up against me slightly. “I just can’t help but wonder what Jayce would think if he were here right now, if he knew that I was embracing the gift that he gave me. I shouldn’t have left him. We could’ve made magic together, as partners.”

I inhaled his scent briefly before looking up into the mirror to stare into my own hazel eyes, “He would be so proud of you. You thought you were going to destroy the world, but look at you. You’re saving lives.”

He took my left arm and wrapped it around his torso before bringing my hand up to his lips to give it a light kiss. Lately our affection had shifted from simple hugs and hand holding to giving each other friendly pecks every now and then. It brought us both a comfort that I wasn’t sure anything else could. It felt nice to be appreciated and cared for again.

Viktor glanced up at me through the mirror before answering, “I spoke to him the other day, through a messenger. I told him to come to me. I have a feeling that I won’t like his reaction when he gets here.”

“Don’t worry about that now,” I sighed and used my right hand to gently knead his shoulder. “I’ll be here for you when he inevitably does decide to turn up, and I won’t let anyone harm you.”

______________________________

The day was even more hectic than I had expected it to be. We were just supposed to study the climate requirements for new seeds we had gotten the day prior, check on everyone in the commune to ensure no one had any unmet needs, and do some monthly gate maintenance to see that no danger would come to our shelter. However, we were only halfway through our search for privation when the same brunette man who had first greeted me—I had later learned that his name was Huck—informed us that a bulky woman in armor was asking to come through the gate and refusing to leave her weapons. Of course, it was time to face my mother.

I asked Viktor to stay behind and finish the task at hand while I confronted her, and it went about as well as I had hoped it would. She claimed to have been worried about me. She recognized the arcane in me and tried to tell me some sob story about how she had high hopes for me but wouldn’t use me for anything I wasn’t ready for. I didn’t want to hear it.

“And what about Kino? Did he not deserve to live simply because he didn’t share similar blood?” I scoffed at her and held her gaze. I had wanted my mother’s approval for far too long. It was high time that I spoke my mind with no restrictions.

Her face dropped as the words left my mouth, and for once I saw a look on her face that I had never seen before: dread. I had seen this woman slaughter innocent people without batting an eye, but she looked like she was moments away from vomiting as she spat out, “It wasn’t like that. I couldn’t just give you up! It’s not my fault that those people are monsters!”

“I’m sure there was something you could’ve done other than tell them to go ahead and get rid of him!” I snapped back, unable to hide the hurt and frustration from my voice. “He was your son, and you chose a weapon over him—a weapon that you don’t even intend to use!”

“That’s not true!” She tried to argue, but I drowned her out.

I placed my hand in front of her before backing closer to the gate, “This is no space for you. You are not welcome here. If it is my or The Herald’s assistance that you’re after, you won’t be getting it… and I can promise you that an invasion in our home is not a battle that you would survive.”

I didn’t let her say anything else as I stalked back into the commune, going to find Viktor so that I could get my mind off of the conversation and help him complete our tasks for the day.

______________________________

After we finished our tasks, I didn’t even bother bathing before throwing myself into the makeshift bed Viktor had crafted for me. It wasn’t as soft as I was used to, and the material it was made of definitely wasn’t as expensive. My mattress was on the floor and my blanket had a texture akin to sandpaper. My pillow felt like it was crafted from a fifteen year old plush toy… but I still couldn’t find myself to be uncomfortable when I laid in it.

Despite all of the qualities being negative, knowing that someone who cared about me had personalized it just for me despite hardly possessing human senses anymore made me appreciate it all the more. So, I naturally turned to the solid space the moment I was in need of comfort. I didn’t feel like talking about my feelings. It seemed useless. I didn’t understand why my mother had come here. I wasn’t sure what she had needed help with. We didn’t have anything that would be of use to her. Perhaps she had heard of Viktor’s power and wanted to use him for something unspeakable. I had no clue.

Just as I was thinking about him, Viktor appeared in the corner of the room with a slight frown on his face and he mumbled, “You are upset about your conversation with your mother.”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” my voice came out slightly deeper than I intended it too. It got all rough like this when I felt emotional. I had that quirk ever since I was a child, and I never learned how to better conceal my distress.

He walked over slowly, not wanting to startle me as he sat on the edge of the bed, “I will not force you to speak, Mel. But, I want you to know that you can express yourself in my presence. I will not judge you. This place is your home for as long as you want it to be, and I appreciate what all you do for the people here.”

“I know,” I sighed and scooted away from the middle of the bed, silently hinting at the fact that I wanted him to hold me through it. “I just don’t understand what she could’ve possibly wanted from you. I don’t understand her audacity showing her face anywhere that I’m located right now.”

He crawled over to the middle of the bed before getting under the covers with me and wrapping his arms around my back, “If you wish for her to be gone, I can help you with that.”

I glared at him and lightly slapped him on the chest, knowing that he couldn’t feel it, “Of course I don’t want her to die—she’s my mother!”

“It was merely a suggestion,” Viktor looked away before returning his gaze to my face. “I don’t enjoy the way that she treats you. And clearly you don’t enjoy it either.”

“I may not enjoy her actions, but I cannot help but love the woman who raised me,” I hummed and leaned my forehead against him.

Viktor was quiet for a moment, like he was thinking of what to say. However, I was shocked that the next thing that came from the interaction was not words. I felt his soft lips against my own and my eyes widened immediately. His lips weren’t as cracked as I had expected them to be—which was probably my own fault. I had no idea why I thought a divine being would have dry lips.

I hesitated for a few moments before eventually deciding to kiss him back. I moved my hands to his hair, lacing my fingers into the braids I had so carefully folded early as I lost myself in the movement. His tongue was so gentle, so loving. It was like all of my worries melted away into the kiss.

He pulled away to breathe and I stared at him for at least ten seconds. I couldn’t believe that he would kiss me in such a way. I had always been under the assumption that he was gay—which I had no problem with as a bisexual myself, but I had always assumed that his attraction was more so directed at Jayce than me.

“Cheer up,” he hummed and pulled my face into his chest. “You have many glorious years ahead of you, and the woman who spawned you has no business ruining that.”

I closed my eyes, letting myself find comfort in the fabric of his clothing against my face. I was initially very confused, but I couldn’t deny the wholeness that I felt in our dynamic. I wanted to ask questions, to make sense of what was happening, but I gave up and let myself fall into the darkness of sleep instead.

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | smut filler | part 5 | part 6

[hurlingdown]

                     THE BAAAAD TOUCH!

synopsis. there’s a very thin line between the way animals fuck on the discovery channel and the way you fuck them. featuring shameless, rough sex with the arcane men, and a third secret option at the end. jayce, vander, silco, viktor.

tags. top! reader, sub! jayce, vander, silco, viktor. reader has a cock. rough anal sex, creampie(s), exhibitionism, infidelity, cumslut! jayce, doggy, riding, size difference, huge cock, belly bulge, size queen! viktor, sweat kink, strength kink, breeding kink, implied marathon sex, dirty talk, degradation, praise kink, excessive amounts of manhandling, age difference, established relationships. cock-hungrified men. (lmao)

a/n. inspired by this song from bloodhound gang.

“does she know?” you pant into his ear, grip strong and sweaty on his hips, and jayce feels dirty, the way he’s being mounted like a bitch. “does she know about the way i fuck you? the sounds you make when i fill your pretty hole up?”  

he shudders, shaking his head, nails raking down your biceps as he tries to lift his head, to be less vulnerable in the way you’re taking him, but to no avail. he feels the hot burn of your palm at the back of his neck, and he finds himself back with his cheek pressed against the sheets, back arching with the violence of forcing his body to accommodate both pleasure and pain plowing away at his dignity. 

 “fuck!” he gasps, “let’s not, nnngh! talk about this. not, not right now.” it’s not the first time you’ve brought mel up in a conversation, but hardly ever more than an offhand comment, something to tease, something for fun. this… this was unknown territory. 

“why? you don’t like it?” there’s a strange displacement in your voice, a touch whiny, as though you were pouting at his denial. jayce thinks he’s going insane, because as manipulative as you were, there was no way he could say no to you. not with that look on your face. the one he can’t see but knows it’s there. 

“doesn’t matter,” jayce whispers. “it’s not ri- right.” 

you want to laugh. it’s not right? so it’s all right and just if he sneaks into your bed almost every other night for you to get him off simply because said girlfriend never could—nights of sweat and sinful lovemaking that end with him sneaking out of your room with a limp—but it’s not okay if you want to talk about it? how was that fair? 

“you don’t like her anyway, do you?” you mutter. “you should just get rid of her and be with me.” you tighten your hold on him. you want it to bruise. you want him to go home with your marks on his body. you want mel to ask about them and jayce squirming as he tries to think of a stupid excuse to fool her again. faulty gym equipment. sparring session gone wrong. you know all of his excuses. it’s funny, the way he tries to patch things up. “this is cruel… to the both of us. don’t you wanna get this over with?” 

“it’s- unh, complicated!” jayce moans, but there’s nothing complicated about it, he just doesn’t want to talk. doesn’t want to feel the shame and guilt making his guts tangle and heart pound—the way you fit into him so perfectly, so innately, like you’ve always belonged inside him, a missing piece to his puzzle. 

he bites back a whine as the thick head of your cock pushes against his swollen prostate, and he’s not sure if he can even feel his legs at this point. it’s humiliating, the way you’re cooing nasty words into his ear, handprints branding his hips as you tug him up only to slam downwards against him, pushing him further down into the mattress with every heavy thrust. 

“why? what’s keeping you then? hah. don’t tell me. does she fuck you like this too?” you snarl, sucking hot purple bruises down the column of his neck, salt and iron underneath your tongue making you hungry, and he keens. “so desperate for cock you’d let your girlfriend fuck you, jayce? well? does she fuck you as good as i do?” 

“noo,” jayce slurs, shaking his head, “nothing’s as good. you’re the best. love it. love you.” 

“really?” you bark out a laugh, and he nods dumbly, like his body’s conditioned to respond to your every whim, wanting to please, to serve. “well, i don’t see it at all. only thing you could ever be in love with is my cock.” 

“ah- ah, yeah, that too,” he whines, “love you more.” 

“liar,” you growl, and he sobs out at the way your length drags across his walls, thick and girthy, missing his prostate on purpose. it’s a punishment, jayce knows. he’s sorry. he feels so guilty. “pretty slutty liar. you’ll do anything to get stuffed, won’t you? even if it means cheating on your little girlfriend. you’ll even enjoy it, the moment you break her heart.” 

jayce shakes his head, tears blurring his vision. he can’t even say anything at this point, with the way you’re forcing him to take, fucking the words out of him. he can’t help being addicted to this. it’s too good. mel would understand, wouldn’t she? she would, if only she could have a taste of it. it’s not his fault. not really. 

“you probably think she’ll never know. you probably think she’ll never find out.” you’re talking again, but the sounds buzz by, barely intelligible. jayce swallows, letting your accusation wash over him. he has been careful, hasn’t he. surely she won’t know. surely she can’t know. “the way you start crying when you’re about to cum. you think she’ll never know about that, right?” 

he doesn’t know what you mean, but it’s so hard to think. there’s wetness on his cheeks and the low flame in his belly has blazed into a forest fire. he wants to cum. he needs it. he needs it hard and rough, bruises on his waist and hips and love bites on his collarbones, hard, heavy thrusts that make him feel dizzy and high and stupid, drowning him in the throes of pleasure that only you can give to him. 

“please,” jayce begs, tears streaming down his face. “i want, ngh… ah, want your cum in me.” 

and before he knows it, there’s the rush of hot cum flooding his hole, the sweaty press of your chest against his back, your hips trembling and bucking against his, and it’s so good it makes him see stars. but you don’t stop. it’s messy and filthy, and pure bliss when he feels you snake a hand into his hair and wrench his head up, rough and careless just the way he likes it. 

his eyes roll back before his cock starts helplessly spurting at the sight of mel standing in the doorway, watching him being bred like a whore.

VANDER

. . . vander thinks he maybe maybe made a mistake, telling you to be rough with him. because this is exactly the kind of rough he likes. 

“oh, fuck, sweetness,” he moans, arousal bleeding into his guttural voice as he arches his back and cants his hips backwards to receive your thrusts, taking you deeper inside, his ass bouncing every time you meet his hips with a wet, nasty ‘pap’. “t-thaat’s it, kid. right there, fuck, harder…” 

he’s clutching his pillow tightly, waves of pleasure shackling him to the bed as you’re pounding away at his hole from behind. you’ve snaked a hand into his hair to wrench his head up roughly, and a low whine pushes its way past his lips, punctuated by a sharp, deadly thrust aimed at his prostate. he’s pretty sure his own cock’s rubbed raw against the sheets, spurting so much pre there’s a sticky, slippery pool underneath him—easing the steamy push and glide. 

there are stars bursting at the corners of his eyes, threatening to consume his vision, and he can vaguely feel his toes curl and thighs spasm at every brush of your cock against his bundle of nerves. there’s sweat dripping down his face, a salty tang on his tongue, and he wipes his forehead with the back of his hand, hearing nothing but his own heavy pants and groans, attuned to the rhythm of your thrusts. it’s too good. almost makes him feel young again. he’s halfway through his forties, and yet you’re fucking him like he’s twenty. 

vander can feel your hands all over him, pressing heavy bruises onto the tender fat of his waist and hips, bodily dragging him back onto your cock every time you ram forward, making sure to put your entire weight behind it. the mattress is letting out horrible creaking sounds, the headboard of the bed slamming into the wall in perfect tempo, and the both of you are going to regret this later, but fuck, he doesn’t care. 

it’s addicting. it’s violent. vander shouldn’t be enjoying this, but he is. 

“fuck, love, y’er gonna make me cum already,” he chokes out, and it’s more of a drunken slur, really — there’s something about the way you’re treating him that makes him dizzy and weak at the knees. his fists are clenched, grasping at the bedsheets every time he feels like snaking a hand between his legs and jerking off to your thrusts. he wants to enjoy it, savour it—the way you’re taking him, pressing him into the mattress like you’re trying to break the bed before you break him, gaze hungry enough to swallow him up in your lust. 

“go ahead and cum, vander,” you drawl, grabbing a handful of his ass before sharply spanking him across, the sting rewarding you with a full-body shiver. “i want you to cum like it’s your last night on earth.” 

who the absolute fuck does this kid think he is, vander thinks, and he quickly buries his face back into the pillow because he knows he’s going to get loud. you’re insane. insanely bad at dirty talk, but your hunger makes up for it. he’s never liked dirty talking that much, but fuck, if you weren’t something different. cum like it’s his last night on earth? he really underestimated how greedy you were. 

“cocky,” he wheezes instead, once he’s caught his breath, “y’er gonna, haah, hafta fuck me harder for that to happen.” it’s yet another bad decision, and he’s digging his own grave, he knows it. as if you aren’t already fucking him within an inch of his life—the bulbous shape of your cockhead digging into his prostate with such immaculate precision, pressing the shape of your handprints into his skin as you fuck him with your eyes, your hands and your cock. 

hungry. intense. unforgettable. vander doesn’t think he’ll ever get enough of it. 

before he can even breathe, you’ve hooked one arm under his thigh, tossing him over onto his back like you’re flipping a fucking pancake, and vander’s not a delicate man by all means. without wasting a second, you’re pushing inside him again, groaning shamelessly as his wet, warm cave engulfs you perfectly. vander makes a desperate noise, eyes squeezing shut—there’s no pillow to muffle his cries or hide his expressions from you this time, but he’s far too close to be embarrassed. 

the new position’s got you so deep inside him, and it’s getting harder to breathe, almost as though he could feel you all the way to his throat. it’s uncomfortable and very inconsiderate of his aching back, but the mind-numbing pleasure hammering away at his sweet spot makes up for it. 

“s-so fuckin’ good, kid,” he pants out, arching his back with a moan as you reach down to grope at his tits, the muscles plump and soft with tender age, hole clenching around you tightly every time you tug at his perky nipples. his cock’s all leaky, drooling over his stomach and making a mess, and he’s so aroused it’s almost endearing. “fuck me… god, fuck me.” 

he’s going to cum hands-free, vander thinks, and shit, you’re going to be so smug about this after you’re done with having your way with him. vander sneaks a glance at you—eyelids fluttering, making little grunts of pleasure every time you bully your way into his tight wet warmth. it embarrassingly makes the back of his neck burn, makes him feel all hot and sexy and wanted. 

“yeah? best cock you’ve ever taken, vander?” you purr, and his breath stutters, seizing up with a yell and then he’s fucking cumming with you balls-deep inside him. guess you’ll take that as a yes.

SILCO

silco doesn’t know how long he’s been bent over in that same fucking position, but he doesn’t plan on making you stop anytime soon. 

“darling, not so rough. . .” he gasps out, nails raking down the expensive wood of his office desk while you plow away at him from behind, his hole sopping wet but tight, as though you haven’t cum two times in him already. he can feel his knees knocking into the hard front of the desk with every brutal thrust, the weeping tip of his erection grazing the cool mahogany, the pleasure inside him making his lower belly burn with a flame he hasn’t felt in a long time. 

“why?” you grin, draping yourself over his half-clothed stature, his pants yanked down to his ankles as he’s bent over to take. you shuffle forward, making sure his ass is pressed snugly against your crotch before giving an experimental roll of your hips, always reaching deeper, for more. “worried that they’ll hear?” 

silco presses his lips together in a thin line, tilting his face away from yours, and if you didn’t know any better, you would have thought he were sulking. you laughed. it was just too easy to piss him off sometimes. 

“i’m just playing around, baby. your office is soundproofed, no?” you straightened yourself, running a hand over the smooth, sensitive expanse of his back before returning to your firm grip on his bruised hips. he gave a shuddering sigh, trying to relax as you started to rock into him again with strong, steady thrusts. 

“it doesn’t matter,” he rasps, “we’re, hah, being too loud… sweetheart. s-sevika is right outside.” 

“don’t care,” you mutter. “i’m pent up. ‘least you can do is let me fuck you stupid. you’ll let me, right?” 

silco makes a noise at the back of his throat, half from displeasure, the other half from the sharp curl of arousal in his lower abdomen, making his cock twitch and leak. fuck if it didn’t turn him on when you talked to him like this. he settles for burying his face into his arms, preparing himself for whatever you were going to put him through. 

“be gentle,” he whispers, letting out a shuddering sigh. “i’m not so young anymore.” 

you could feel a grin pulling at the corners of your lips. yeah. sure, you were going to be gentle with him. with him looking like that. 

“hngh, r-right there…” silco mewls out, knees buckling repeatedly as he tries not to think about how loud he’s being. he supposes he could gag himself with something, your fingers, maybe, get them warm and wet for you while you use his face as leverage to fuck him harder, but he knows how much his noises spur you on, and right now he really doesn’t want to piss you off. not when you’re indulging him so well. “that’s it… you’re so good… darling.” 

“not so shy anymore?” you hummed, licking a hot stripe up his neck, his gasp twisting into a whine. “think we can make you louder?” 

“sweetheart,” he sighs as he feels your hand wrap around his throat, and he tilts his head back to let you grip it properly. “you already know what i want.” 

“well, i don’t think so.” you smile, leaning down to press your cheek against his, working away from behind with short, firm thrusts that steal his breath away. “remind me. did we use the magic word yet?” 

but just as he’s about to answer with snark, there’s the rap of fists against his office door, and silco feels his heart plummet. not now, when things were about to get good—this was the worst timing possible. “everything alright, boss?” 

“yes,” silco pants, “fuck… yes.” 

you can feel his nails dig into the back of your thigh, warning you not to pull out. you’re thick and heavy, resting against his stomach, and silco feels so fucking good and full. you can’t stop now. not until he’s had his fill. he can vaguely feel your warm seed trailing its way down his perineum in a slow trickle, and fuck, he wants more. wants to feel stuffed even without you inside him, drowsy and content. 

he blinks, brows furrowing as he catches himself fantasizing about you yet again. should he even be having thoughts like these in his forties? was this healthy? sex with you was life-changingly—and now apparently hormone-alteringly good. 

“sir?” sevika’s growl interrupts his train of thought. and yeah, not to mention—his second-in-command is right outside his office, while all he can think about is cock. shit. your big, leaky cock, buried to the hilt inside his hole. he wonders if it’ll be gaping once you’re done with him. and oh. cum. loads of your cum, filling up every inch of space inside him. making it hard to breathe. making him swel— “is someone in there with you?” 

“yes,” silco wheezes dumbly as you roll your hips against him with meaning, forcing him to take you deeper. he trembles, shifting back slightly to fuck himself on your cock, forcing a sharp inhale from you. “we are busy. you’re, oh… dismissed, sevika.” 

the silence is loud, save for the almost-silent squelches of your cock maneuvering inside him with all the cum stored in his belly. 

you can feel his heart pounding from the way your chest is pressed against his bare back. or maybe it’s your own. his walls squeeze around you, sinfully tight, pulling a muffled moan from where you have your teeth sunken into his shoulder. fuck. he’s—silco’s actually into this. you’d have never guessed he would be such a freak, for lack of a better word, but with how things were going . . . you didn’t mind it. not one bit. it drove you crazy with want, if anything. 

“... if you say so, boss.” the sound of retreating footsteps fills you with both relief and disappointment, but before you could even process what that means, you can feel silco gazing at you through his lashes, low and scrutinizing and something needy. 

“did i say you could stop?” silco grunts. “fuck me.” 

you let out a shaky sigh, hips already bucking back into the warm mould of your cock—and the next sound that drives past his lips is a loud and unabashed sob of your name. 

you think you might have unlocked something new in your lover.

VIKTOR

“it won’t fit,” viktor slurs, moans tumbling out of his mouth as he gives a shaky roll of his hips. he’s not quite there yet, with only the tip sucked in, but he’s making good progress. “i’m terribly s-sorry, dear. your… appendage. it’s too big.” 

his eyes flutter shut at the feeling of your hands forming a ring around his waist, strong and firm, a warm assurance that there was a possibility… although slight, that he’d make it. 

“it’ll fit,” you murmur, kissing the sensitive spot at the back of his ear, the one that makes him suck in a sharp breath and shudder. “you’re doing very good, love. just… a little more, yeah?” 

viktor looks down. it’s nowhere near a little more. you’re barely halfway in and he’s already thinking about quitting—has been, since the stupidly huge head of your cock breached his rim, making him feel a stretch that no amount of fingers or plastic toys could replicate. it was something extraordinary. overwhelmingly so. 

“please,” he mewls, forehead dropping to rest on your shoulder. “t-touch me? i think i’ll probably, hah, ease up a little if you would… oh, yes. thank you, dear. thank you.” 

it’s… in simple words, too much. you’re usually very considerate, taking your time with him with your fingers, rubbing on his tender walls until he loosens enough for you to slip another one in. the night would then end with you fucking his thighs, sticky and slick with his own cum. it’s good. it’s enough. that was until he started having thoughts of what it would feel like if you were inside him. 

but viktor would’ve never imagined it would be like this. the difference in size was just… comical. you were so deep inside him already, the impossible girth forming an obscene bulge over his abdomen, making him whine with the fullness. if this is already what it feels like to have you inside, then just what would it feel like to have you spill inside him?

he can’t lie—he’s spent nights waiting for you to fall asleep first so that he could scoop up some of the cum you had missed on the sheets, quietly fingering himself with the cold slickness. it didn’t feel right, even if it was yours. it just wasn’t the same. he wanted, no, needed to feel it for himself. 

it doesn’t help, the way you’re stroking him, ever so gentle with him. your huge palm covers his entire length without having to move much, huge thumb rubbing at his leaking tip, and viktor’s never been so hard before in his whole life. he’s so close already, hole fluttering around you uncontrollably, and it’s almost cute how it looks like it’s going to swallow you up. maybe it is. 

maybe it’ll fit. 

“last few inches,” you pant, fingers trembling slightly where you’re struggling not to press bruises into the cup of his hips. “can i-? please, vik. it’s so good. you’re so good. i just need a little more. please, baby.” 

“yes,” viktor blurts out, before he realises just what he agreed to—but within the next second he can feel something abnormally large pushing its way past his tight walls, faster and rougher than before, even as he tries to clench and hold still—it’s mean and a little too much, but then the back of his thighs meets hot skin and he nearly blacks out with the stretch of it all. 

“ngh,” viktor keens, trembling with exhaustion as he tries to settle into your lap comfortably with such a large intrusion within him. “soo full…” 

you sigh in pleasure, hands going back to his hips where they belong, pushing him down until you’re satisfied that he’s properly taken everything you’ve given him. it’s not a demand, viktor thinks, more like a comfort. telling him that you’ve always known he would’ve been able to take you in the first place. that this is where he belongs, filled to the brim with you and you only. 

he lets out a shuddering moan when you start to slowly bounce him on your lap, lifting him up with ease a good inch or two, before rolling your hips to meet his, pushing yourself deeper. “shit, vik…” you groan, and he cries out with every brush against his prostate, the sheer size of you making it impossible to miss it. “you’re so tight, baby… so perfect. i’m right here with you, okay? easy now, you’re doing so good.” 

you’re so good to him as always, whispering sweet nothings into his ear, but it’s different this time, and fuuck. viktor thinks he’s dying with how good it feels. he tries to steer his hips, to actually ride you instead of having you manhandling him up and down your cock, but there’s hardly any friction left now that he’s properly stretched, and any attempt results in him collapsing back to his knees, the pleasure making him weak. 

he settles for hanging onto you, arms wrapping around your neck and choking out little whimpers as you rock upwards into his waiting hole again and again, toes curling and nails scratching red trails down your back with the all-consuming pleasure.

it’s driving him crazy, the fullness, the simple thought of you pumping your seed and sperm into him, of making love with you. it’s nothing like the way it was written in the textbooks he had spent nights researching—it’s beyond anything he would have ever imagined. 

“please,” viktor sobs out, feeling strangely empty every time you pull out halfway, as ironic as it was—as though there was a chance you would leave him fully. the thought of it hurt. if only you could fit inside him forever. if only. “stay…” he cries, “cum inside. m-make me yours.” 

you lean forward, pressing your lips against his in a hurried kiss, at the same time grinding so deep viktor thinks, for a split of a second, that that might be you he’s feeling in his stomach. the broken wail he gives is loud and muffled, and you lap up the drool on the side of his face, watching as your lover’s eyes flutter shut at the feeling of being filled, properly this time, to the brink of spilling.

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[rodolfoparras]

18+ MDNI 18+

Thinking about playfully wrestling with your boyfriend while he makes mindless comments about your strength “oh you’re so strong, don’t think I’d be able to escape even if I wanted,” he says in wonder, eyes practically shining as he squeezes your biceps, “you ought to be careful never know when I can break” he says jokingly while doing a half hearted attempt to try and escape your embrace.

Slowly but surely you start getting more and more rough with him: squeezing and pressing down onto spots, not enough to hurt but enough to make him uncomfortable. “You know what? You’re right. I don’t think you’d be able to get away if someone like me were to attack you.” The relaxed look on his face swiftly turns into one of concern and you can see the way he slowly attempts to back away from you.

But it’s to no avail, he’s trapped in your embrace, with you steadily inching closer to his face, a big sharp grin painted on your own face. “I mean what are you supposed to do? Can’t even push them away,” you say referring to his futile attempts at trying to push you away from him. “Guess you’d just have to stay and take whatever they’re willing to give you,” you continue, proving your point when you easily spread his legs wide and ground your cock up against his ass, all while he can’t do anything but helplessly watch as you twist and turn his body as if he were a ragdoll “Bet there’s plenty of things they would love to do to a pretty boy like you. Don’t you think?”

“Oh god- don’t -dont say that,” he gasps out, head falling into the crook of your neck as if he’s horrified. But you can feel his fully hard cock from where your hand is resting against his thighs , can hear the muffled whines and whimpers as he grinds himself up against you, can see it on him how he he’s torn between pushing you away and completely stopping this little game or pulling you closer to him to see how far you’ll take this.

What a sick little thing you got at your hands.

“How about this?” You say, hand yanking ahold of his hair to bring his ear closer to you “You try to run and we’ll see if I can catch you. Does that sound alright?”

This time you don’t get a verbal response. Instead you can see it on his face what he’s trying to say: and what happens if you catch me?

The silence is swiftly broken with a soft thud as you release your hold on him.”Run, quick,”

He doesn’t waste a second scrambling up the stairs, practically tripping over his feet as he turns corners. He looks and sounds absolute terrified and you can’t help but love that, cock growing harder as you follow him up.

With each step you take you can hear his rapid breaths getting louder and louder , can feel his own thudding steps as you walk down the narrow hallway, can practically smell him - not some cheap cologne nor any deodorant but rather a mix of sickly sweet vanilla and sugar- something that’s just so him - something you’d want to sink your teeth in and drain completely. You follow that very scent all the way to your shared bedroom.

And there he stands, looking like a deer caught in the headlights, or rather like a animal that’s bleeding out on the side of the road, with his cock still painfully hard and with a suspicious dark spot on his sweatpants.

“Oh sweetheart,” you coo, voice dripping with faux concern, while slowly walking up to him like he was an injured animal of some sort. “Why do you look so scared hmm? You know I won’t actually hurt you,” you continue, watching in amusement as he swiftly backs up til his back is flushed with the bedroom wall.

You’re quick to press yourself flush against his chest, once again trapping him in your embrace.“Come on. You wound me. I really wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. You know that,” You say eyes once again flicking up to the wet spot on his pants “Look, got yourself all worked up and for what?” You ask, as you cup the wet bulge over his pants.

“Stop - ah don’t” he cries out, sounding and looking absolutely horrified as he tries to push your hand away but once again it’s to no avail and he has to stand there as you freely grope him. However it doesn’t take much before he’s bucking up into your touch, head lolling back against the wall as whines and whimpers freely pour past his tongue “fuck- so good mph,”

“See sweetheart, I just want to take care of you, wouldn’t dream of hurting you,”you say with a soft smile as you continue to rub him through his pants. The man only furiously nods, begs and please of more more more, continuously rolling off of his tongue as he practically humps the palm of your hand.

“Unless you want me to, that is,” suddenly you’re flipping him around, hand rough as ever as you shove him up against the wall before slotting your leg between his thighs.

The poor thing squeaks in suprise, tears freely spilling from his eyes ,as incoherent words start pouring from his mouth.

“Come on now sweetheart,” you groan out , hand once again yanking at his hair and successfully pulling a hiss from him “you know that need you to use your words. Now tell em what you want yeah?”

Once again he’s fumbling over his words, too overwhelmed with emotions to form a coherent sentence. However you won’t take that for answer, hand once again yanking at his hair till he finally responds to you.

“Want- ah want you to touch me sir ah- please do anything touch me- hah fuck me - hurt me just anything please please-“

“Well who am I to say no when you ask so nicely?”

[enthyrea]

viktor visits jayce in the forge. jayce gets distracted

[fungifaggot]

Short drabble about drunk and horny Viktor

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Viktor isn’t usually the one to initiate physical affection. He prefers to be on the receiving end of it, and in return, he expresses his love through heartfelt words and thoughtful gestures.

But on nights like these, after a long day’s work, when the two of you share sips of whiskey and wine, Viktor can’t seem to keep his hands to himself. Under the influence, he is no longer the composed and well articulated man you know. The more he drinks, the more he becomes flirtatious, touchy, and impatient.

When you speak to him, each word you say, he barely listens—his attention fixed entirely on the way you’re sitting so near. His hand, almost absentmindedly, trails along your thigh, as if he can’t help himself. Shamelessly he eyes where your cock bulges from your pants. Butterflies swirl around his stomach as he imagines the feeling of your length deep inside of him- his hole clenching repeatedly around nothing as he savors the burning feeling in his abdomen.

“Viktor, are you even listening?”

Hearing his name pulls him from his trance.

“No, not really…” He says voice coarse and slightly slurred.

You scoff, but before you can respond he’s already crawling his way into your lap. You grab ahold of his hips and help adjust him- allowing him to settle in comfortably.

“I want you to stop talking and fuck me already.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Note: I haven’t posted in fucking years, but i’m back to thirst over fictional men again. Hopefully this will reach some sort of audience.

[eatingoutmen]

MDNI. - ⚠︎ 18+ content || 🎥 ;; 「 ✦ YOU RELIEVE MY STRESS ✦ 」 || 🎬 STARRING : VIKTOR

A choked gasp escaped VIKTOR’S lips, he let out a series of needy moans and whines while being bent over on the desk, the sounds of important papers and his inventions falling down and landing on the floor with a thud. You chuckled playfully watching your boyfriend holding onto the desk for support and moaned unabashedly at the sensation of cock hitting his sweet spot in all the right places, he fully knew that the lab wasn’t a typical romantic and private location to be doing this so he just bit his lip to keep quiet while you were, in your own words— “relieving his stress”.

“S’good for me, love.” You praised with a soft chuckle, you moved your hands and gently held his hips, thrusting your hips back in forth. Your tip hitting that particular spot of his that made VIKTOR moan and gasp uncontrollably. “Darling, please—” VIKTOR managed to gasp out, his eyes darting towards the door as if to check if someone was walking nearby. He bit his lower lip to stifle out his noises, in a desperate yet futile attempt to keep quiet in order to not risk on getting caught like this with you. “The… The door…” VIKTOR whispered quietly.

You chuckled lowly and followed VIKTOR’S gaze towards the door, you both knew fully well that someone could just hear or maybe even walk in and catch you two like this. You couldn’t really care about that right now, not when he’s all pretty like this for you. “It’s locked, don’t worry, love.” You reassured him, you stopped your movements and pulled out, making VIKTOR whine in frustration. You switched his position and turned him around to face you and helped him sit down on the desk, he instinctively wrapped his arms around your neck to keep you close. “Please, continue.” VIKTOR begged softly with a small whine, his abandoned cock leaking pre-cum and twitching and throbbing, as if it was begging for your attention.

You slowly slid your cock back in his hole, making him sigh in relief and moan softly. You held his waist and resumed your pace, your cock stretching out his walls and your tip hitting his sweet spot again with each thrust. VIKTOR held onto your shoulders for support and buried his face in the crook of your neck, his nails dragging along your back and leaving faint scratches on your skin. “Faster, please…” VIKTOR begged, his plea and moans sounding like a beautiful and fervent prayer into your ears. You complied and draw all out, your pace quickening as you stretched out his hole and walls, making his moans and whimpers growing louder and cling onto you tightly.

You noticed the signs he was getting close, the way his body quivered and arched, his moans filling the room despite his face buried deep in the crook of your neck, and his walls hugging your cock tightly as if not wanting you to pull out. You couldn’t help but tease him a bit. “You close?” You asked with a quiet chuckle, earning a nod from the man as he let out a quiet whimper. “Y-yes…” VIKTOR whispered, his voice a plea filled with raw need and urgency. You chuckled again and continued to thrust into him, you let out a moan and felt your orgasm approaching as well. You thrusted deeper into him more, you were both moaning in each other’s ear like a lustful symphony filling the room.

After a few more thrusts inside him, you let out a groan, your pace coming to a stop and your hips stuttering after you finished riding out your orgasm and emptying out your cum inside him. You were both breathing heavily and moaning breathlessly, VIKTOR slowly lifted his head and pressed his forehead against yours as he sighed in contentment. “Thank you, my love.” VIKTOR whispered and brushed his lips against your forehead before planting a tender kiss. “Are you relaxed now?” You asked with a breathless laugh, he chuckled along with you and nodded his head before giving you a small smile. “Mhm.” VIKTOR hummed in response, you pressed a soft kiss on his lips and held him close.

“I love you, Viktor.”

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[thatwhisperer]

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In the Lab…

Fic type-> NSFW + Drabble

Tags-> Sub Jayce, bottom jayce, degrading kink, kinda exhibitionism? both parties get off on getting caught, gn reader but they have smth to fuck him with whatever that might be lol, choking

Word count-> 705, about two pages of a book

AN-> I’m alive it’s a miracle! Anyways there’s not enough sub or bottom jayce fics just saying 🤷‍♀️. And as always, requests open!

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It was Jayce’s idea. Not yours.

Honestly, blowing his back out in the lab wasn’t really what you had in mind when you said you wanted to try something new. It’s not like you hadn’t done it before- just this time it was in his lab, over his workbench, scarily close to the door. It didn’t help that Jayce didn’t know how to shut up during sex.

“Yes, yes- fuck!”

You apply more pressure against his wrists held behind his back, pressing him further into metal workbench- a silent warning.

“Jayce.” A hushed tone compared to his strained cries.

“‘m sorry, jus’ too good…”

You tug his trousers further down his ass since his loose belt buckle was clinking against the bench with every thrust.

You glance towards the door.

“Gah- god-“

You watch as his face distorts into one of pleasure as you’d just adjusted the angle of your movements.

“If you don’t know how to shut up-“

“Make me.”

His comment surprised you, he didn’t sound bratty when he said it. And no, he’s too good to disobey you. He sounded desperate for it. Like he needed you to keep him under control, even if he was perfectly capable of keeping quiet himself.

So you lean in, and let your breath caress his tanned shoulder blades.

“Oh, is that what this is all about then huh? Riling me up, teasing me?”

He hesitates before he answers,

“…no, please that’s… it’s not-“

You hook your hand over his mouth, only muffling his moans to your disappointment. He felt a jolt of electricity shoot down to his dick, smearing more pre against the underside of the workbench.

“This is what you wanted isn’t it? Getting me to slut you out in the lab in hopes of, what- getting caught?”

He could only moan into your hand as you pull him up so his head rests on your shoulder, his hair splaying out across it.

“You’re such a whore, who are you imagining walking through that door right now huh?”

You turn your head towards his ear letting your breath hit it, eyes flitting up briefly. You only grin.

“Is it Mel? Or perhaps Viktor?”

You let go of his mouth and instead opting for his neck to hold onto for leverage.

“Both-“

“Both? And what would they do if they saw you like this? Man Of Progress against his own workbench, taking dick like a bitch huh?”

Jayce can’t help but groan at the idea, someone so close to him walking in on such a scene.

“Come on, what would they do…”

You grip his hip harshly to re-adjust your position slightly, his mouth drops open and his now free hands flailing to try to bring you ever closer to him. You know you hit the spot with each thrust too when he stammers before he replies.

“I-I don’t know-“

“I think they’d like it, someone finally having the guts to fuck all that arrogance out of you.”

As you talk you sneak in kisses along his jawline and neck, even leaving one dark mark along the side of his neck.

He whimpers and squeezes his eyes shut, imagining Mel’s and Viktor’s sneering faces. Perhaps they’d be muttering between each other as they stare at him like he’s a common whore.

“Just- fuck- I’m gonna cum.”

“You gonna cum ‘round my cock and I haven’t even touched you yet.”

“Please, please let me cum- I’ll be-“

“Good? You gonna be good if I let you cum?”

“Mmhmmm…”

“Well… go on, be a good boy and cum for me.”

Like the flick of a switch he arches his back into you and cums across the underside of his workbench, your final few thrusts making it smear all along his dick afterwards.

You feel him go fairly pliant against you as his heavy breathing gets gradually slower, his eyelids slip closed.

You simply smile as you hold his jaw and tilt it away from you. He lets it loll to the side like you want as he pries his eyes open.

Of course Mel and Viktor are standing in the doorway, and of course they both look rather flustered.

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Part 2

[harbinger-of-enmity]

No one gets how BADLY AND CARNALLY I need Viktor from Arcane

Bending him over his desk, scolding him for staying up so late and not taking care of himself, ramming your cock deep into his body. You’re careful with Viktor in your movements, sliding in snd out of him almost agonizingly slow as you press kisses along his spine.

Viktor crying for you to move just a bit faster while your hands tangle into his hair, tugging on the soft locks and pulling a cry in his mother tongue. You move faster after what you deem enough begging from the man bellow you, whispering praises and Viktor’s name like prayers against his skin.

Your once punishing touch now becomes reverent as you roll your hips into Viktor, kissing across his pale skin and listening to his moans of pleasure.

[6azia]

Late Night Date | Viktor x m!reader

—summary. Y/N tries a new method to make Viktor go with him back into the dorms after catching him still researching

—content warning. blowjob

—word count. 3,0k

—azia‘s notes. I've nothing to say and guys feel free to request

The lab was dimly lit, the flicker of arcane energy casting soft, shifting shadows on the walls. Y/N leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching Viktor with a small smile. The slender figure of his science partner was hunched over his desk, eyes glued to a series of glowing runes etched into a fragmented artifact. The faint hum of Hextech energy vibrated in the air.

Y/N glanced at his watch. 3:12 AM. Their classes began in less than five hours, and yet Viktor showed no sign of stopping.

Y/N sighed softly and stepped into the room. His footsteps were quiet, but Viktor still didn’t look up, too engrossed in his work.

“Viktor,” Y/N called, his voice low so as not to startle him.

“Hmm?” Viktor hummed absently, not turning away from his desk.

Y/N stepped closer, leaning over Viktor’s shoulder,  to get a better look at the glowing runes. “It’s three in the morning. You do realize that, right?”

“I do,” Viktor replied, his tone distracted. “But this... this is fascinating. Look at the way the runes align here—it’s as though they’re responding to the Hexcore’s energy field. If I can just—”

“Vik,” Y/N interrupted gently. “You’ve been at this for hours. You need to rest.” Y/N insisted, looking with worry at the pale male.

“I will. Soon,” Viktor murmured, waving a hand dismissively. Both of you knew it was a lie, having nearly every night the same discussion. 

Y/N sighed again, but this time he didn’t just stand there. Instead, he moved behind Viktor, wrapping his arms around his shoulders in a loose hug,  taking a deep breath of his scent which was a mix of chalk, books, and something that was just so Viktor in a sense, Viktor stiffened slightly at the unexpected touch but didn’t pull away.

“Y/N...” Viktor began, his voice is soft but uncertain.

“You’re going to burn yourself out,” Y/N said quietly, resting his chin on Viktor’s shoulder. “I get that this is important to you, but you can’t keep pushing yourself like this.” Y/N tried to reason. He wasn't aware that his gestures were doing something to Viktor. 

His mind was reeling at the proximity. The warm arms hugging him gave him a sense of security and nearly made him abandon his work, just so he could get more of it.

Viktor let out a small, tired laugh. “I could say the same about you. You’re still awake, after all.” He was trying to fake his composure but with every passing second it got harder. The warm fingertips over his arching arms were something he really appreciated at that moment and a small sigh unknowingly escaped his tired body.  

“Yeah, but only because I came to check on you,” Y/N replied, tightening his hold just a little and wandering his arms on his partner's slim ones. He felt Viktor’s shoulders relax beneath his arms, though Viktor still didn’t look away from his work and his face had a slightly more troubled look than before.

For a moment, they sat in a one-sided comfortable silence, the hum of the Hexcore filling the space around them. Y/N’s gaze softened as he looked at Viktor, the dark circles under his eyes and the slight slump of his posture. Viktor was brilliant, no doubt about it, but he had a habit of forgetting his limits, and one day it's gonna get him killed. Y/N was sure of it.

Sitting on the little free space behind Viktor, Y/N changed his arm position so it was around the smaller one's waist, sitting comfortably in the dip of it. He knew they wouldn't go out of there as long as Viktor wasn't finished with his courant experiment. 

Without really thinking, Y/N leaned forward and delivered a light kiss to Viktor’s nap. It was brief, barely more than a brush of lips, but it was enough to make Viktor freeze and his shoulders tense again.

“Y/N,” Viktor said, his voice quiet and laced with something Y/N couldn’t quite place.

“Sorry,” Y/N murmured, though he didn’t sound particularly apologetic. “I just...couldn't help myself. You looked like you needed it.” 

Viktor finally turned his head to look at Y/N, his golden eyes searching his face. “We’re... just friends, yes?” Viktor just needs a small answer, so that he won’t read so much into such small actions between them. So he could convince his body and mind to drop these silly thoughts of his. Firstly his body. 

He could feel himself getting more excited by the minute. Suddenly he was more aware of his body pressing against his friend. His hips adjusted to their position, unaware of the others' attempt to keep his noises in.

Y/N gave a strained smile and pretended to think about the question. In reality, he prayed that Viktor just stopped moving or continued. He doesn’t even really know. His arms traveled down and around Viktor’s waist, while holding with one hand the other’s hips so they would stop moving as much. 

“Yeah. Just friends.” Y/N mumbled forcefully out. 

Viktor raised an eyebrow, his expression skeptical but not unkind. “You are quite a friend.”

“Can’t help it,” Y/N admitted with a shrug. “You’re too huggable for your own good.” His arms tightened around Viktor's middle, wanting to feel the sensation again. His thighs flexed as Viktor looked back at his project to dismiss him. However, a roll of his hips made Viktor throw his head back and got Y/N a flushed look from the other's hooded amber-colored eyes.

Viktor shook his head, his wild locks tickling the others' faces, making him laugh. The vibrations lightly shook Vikroes delicate body. 

There was a faint smile tugging at Viktor's lips now. “You are impossible.” He whispered with a chuckle.

Y/N looked at the now exposed skin. Viktors adams apple bobbed as he swallowed the excess saliva that had been building up in his mouth.

Leaning more in Y/N placed a tender kiss directly on the lower part of Viktors. Goosebumps started to rise on Viktor and he arched his back and a faint sound resembling a whine was heard in the quiet lab.

“We shouldn’t” Viktor interrupted breathlessly when Y/N softly bit down. “But we could if you want” Y/N retorted and brushed his middle finger across the still flaccid dick. 

A wave of sudden panic flooded Viktor's system and he tried to get out of the others' hold. “N-no” Viktor said, panicking. Y/N let go of his hold and looked puzzled at the other male but didn’t press on it. 

Just when he was about to stand up and go back into his dorm, Viktor called out for him. “It’s not that I don’t want it” Viktor reasoned and looked sadly down at his hands. 

“Vik, you don’t have to reason yourself” Y/N went back to the other. 

Viktor was leaning on his desk and Y/N took some steps to him. There was clearly something bothering Viktor, something that wasn’t one of his experiments and that was worrying Y/N. 

He knew Viktor well enough to know it was not going to end well if he didn’t start to communicate it now.

“Vik” Y/N said again, bringing his hand up. He was slow enough so that if Viktor didn't want to, he could pull away. The other was too occupied with his thoughts to notice the coming touch. 

Y/N's soft hands snapped him out of his trance and he met with eyes that held so much admiration. He would even say too much admiration for someone like him. Someone with such a weird body and coming from the undercity nonetheless.

There was a moment of comfortable silence. Y/N’s hand snaked itself more up and came in contact with soft locks. Viktor leaned into his touch and looked down at Y/N’s body.

“It’s just.” Viktor began, taking a deep breath. He knew deep down that Y/N would never make fun of him, however the fear of calculating his friend nagged at him.

He let Y/N carry him so he could sit on the table. “Look” His fingers nervously played with the hem of the other arm which rested near his thighs. “I don’t really like my body and how it doesn’t really work like it’s supposed to do” Viktor admits embarrassed.

“B-but I liked what you did” he added prominently after, leaning in and giving a small peek at Y/N pursed lips, making the other relax.

“Maybe if you make me feel good enough I’ll forget about my experiment” Viktor joked while giving a tired smile to the others.

“Really?” Y/N responded. He kept kissing Viktor, swallowing every little sound made by the other. Viktor's hands began to button Y/N’s shirt. His index finger traced circles on the now exposed nipple, promptly turning hard under the featherlight touch and sudden exposure. 

“Pretty” Viktor commented amused and cupping the soft muscle in his warm hand, feeling the other's heartbeat under his pads, reminding him that this was in fact real. That such simple touch from him making the other feel that way satisfied in him a new urge he didn’t know he had. 

Y/N moved down again, his body curling over Viktor's body. Y/N took a deep breath rocking his hips on Viktor's leg. 

A long moan was pulled out of him. “Vik- stop teasing” Y/N groans, his these teeths gracing Viktor's neck and then Y/N unexpectedly gives a harsh suck when Viktor pinches and twists the bud between his fingers again.    

However Viktor's playful act dropped for a split second, it would have gone unnoticed by most people. Y/N’s hand was traveling more south into Viktor’s lap and he thumbed the slightly hard meat under the clothes which was awaiting him. 

Seeing Viktor’s reaction, Y/N pulled off and looked with worry at the other. “You know if you don’t want to I can just carry you into our dorm” Y/N’s worried look made Viktor laugh at him. “Oh, just continue” The one sitting whispered and tangled his other hand in Y/N’s hair pulling him into a hungry messy kiss.

I truly don’t deserve you. Viktor thought when one hand was caressing the side of his face and the other continuing their journey. 

He was so distracted by the soft and passionate kisses, that he didn’t realize that his pants were now unbuttoned. He only noticed when Y/N licked his bottom lip experimentally. With a last small tuck by the lips did Y/N parted from their heated kiss. Viktor was looking at him with wide eyes, an intrigued and disheveled look was looking at an amused one.

Viktor began to turn red when Y/N slowly went on his knees in front of him. He took a gulp when Y/N rested his head on slim thighs, nuzzling into the soft fabric. 

Y/N was kissing Viktors front deliberately while one hand came up and tugged Viktor finally from its coffin. Giving the tip a gentle kiss, Y/N looked up to check Viktor’s reaction. To his amusement, the other was already a mess even though he didn’t even really begin. 

Viktor was gripping the edge of the table as his abdomen was flexing from the sweet electrical feeling inside of him. It made him completely forget his tiredness. Then a sinful moan was pulled from him at the contact with Y/N hot mouth. His head flew back, his other hand clawing at Y/N’s hair. A silent plea to not stop.

Y/N hummed at the scenery, truly beautiful. The earliest ray of sun was creeping into the lab, casting a light behind Viktor's slim body. After another suck and Y/N’s circling with his tongue, he pulled away.

The grip on his hair tightens and Y/N blows at the still soft manhood. “You like that, pretty boy?” Y/N said with a slight rasp in his voice. 

Viktor was about to open his mouth but only a whine came out when Y/N’s tongue pressed lightly into Vikors hole, making salty pre cum ooze out. The Zaunite hooked his good leg on the other's back, so he wouldn’t have to bear the loss of such pleasure.

Y/n happily complied. His own hand goes down and gripping himself to release some tension. His fingers went to his tip, feeling a wet spot already had been noticeable. That pulled a deep moan out of Y/N which made Viktor nearing his limit by the minute.

Viktor's breath fastens as he tries to pull Y/N off. Nearly inaudible No, no, no was heard in the quiet lab. Just when Y/N was about to pull off to hear Vikor out, his panic was promptly stopped. 

“Don’t, don’t pull off” The Zaunite was overwhelmed. Tears of ecstasy pour out of amber eyes and with an attempted trust, Viktor emptied himself into Y/N’s mouth. Then he leaned back, laying flat on the table, catching his breath. 

At the same time, Y/N pulled his cock out, just now taking care of his problem as the other tried to catch his breath after his first orgasm. 

Just after some fast pumps, Y/N came. It kinda embarrassed him but after seeing how he could make Viktor feel it was understandable for his reaction.

After the two caught their breath and Y/N cleaned his mess, the two stayed in a moment of silence, catching their thoughts again and voices.  

Viktor’s golden eyes searched Y/N’s face, his thoughts tangled in a web of confusion and something else—something warmer, softer. “Y/N…” he started, his voice almost a whisper, “what… what was that for?”

Y/N smiled softly, brushing a stray lock of Viktor’s hair from his face. “What do you think it was, Vik?”

“I think…” Viktor paused, his brows furrowing as his gaze dropped to the floor. “I think I’m not sure what we are anymore.”

Y/N’s hand gently cupped Viktor’s cheek, tilting his face back up. “We can figure that out later. Right now, you’re exhausted, and we need to get you back to the dorm.”

Viktor tried to protest, shaking his head. “I can manage. I am not—”

As he moved to stand, his legs wobbled, and his body faltered. Y/N was quick to catch him, steadying him before he could collapse. Viktor clutched at Y/N’s shirt, his breathing uneven.

“Yeah, you can totally manage,” Y/N teased, his tone light but laced with concern.

“Fine,” Viktor muttered reluctantly. “Perhaps I am… slightly tired.”

“Understatement of the year,” Y/N said with a chuckle before bending down to scoop Viktor into his arms.

“Y/N!” Viktor’s face turned a deep shade of red. “This is entirely unnecessary.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Y/N replied, adjusting Viktor carefully. “Humor me, okay? You’re not exactly in a position to argue right now.”

Viktor sighed, resigning himself to the situation. His head rested lightly against Y/N’s shoulder, and despite himself, he found the steady rhythm of Y/N’s heartbeat oddly soothing.

The walk back to their shared dorm was quiet, the campus bathed in sun rays and bored welcoming the early hours. Viktor’s eyes fluttered shut a few times, but he forced himself to stay awake, his mind racing with questions.

What are we? Friends? More? What does Y/N want? What do I want? Why even does he like me-

But every time he tried to think too hard about it, Y/N’s warmth would pull him back, grounding him in the present.

Once inside the dorm, Y/N carefully set Viktor down on his bed, pulling the blanket over him. “There. Comfortable?”

Viktor nodded faintly, his exhaustion catching up to him. “Thank you,” he murmured, his voice soft.

Y/N smiled, brushing his fingers lightly over Viktor’s hand. “No problem, Vik. Try to get some sleep.”

As Y/N moved to go to his own bed, Viktor hesitated before speaking. “Stay.”

Y/N paused, turning back to look at him. “Stay?”

Viktor’s face flushed again, but he held Y/N’s gaze. “Please.”

Y/N’s expression softened, and he didn’t hesitate for long. He climbed onto the bed beside Viktor, pulling the blanket over both of them. Viktor shifted slightly, hesitating before leaning into Y/N’s chest.

Y/N wrapped an arm around him, holding him close. “Better?”

Viktor nodded, his head resting against Y/N’s chest. The sound of Y/N’s heartbeat was steady and calming, lulling him into a state of peace he hadn’t felt in a long time.

“Y/N…” Viktor’s voice was barely audible, his eyelids growing heavy.

“Yeah?”

“What are we?” Viktor asked, his words slow and drowsy.

Y/N pressed a light kiss to the top of Viktor’s head. “Whatever you want us to be, Vik. We’ll figure it out together.”

Viktor hummed softly, the answer enough for now. His breathing evened out as he drifted off, the steady rhythm of Y/N’s heart in his ear.

Y/N stayed awake a little longer, watching Viktor’s peaceful expression. A small smile tugged at his lips as he closed his eyes, letting sleep take him as well.

The sun was high up hours later, its golden light spilling into the room. Neither of them stirred. The alarm clock on Y/N’s desk beeped incessantly, but neither of them woke to turn it off.

By the time they finally woke up, it was already noon.

Viktor groaned, rubbing his eyes. “Y/N… we missed class.”

Y/N stretched a lazy smile on his face. “Worth it.”

Viktor rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the small smile that crept onto his lips. Maybe they would figure everything out later. For now, he was content to simply be here, with Y/N together in their shared warmth.

[rodolfoparras]

Cw: 18+, mdni, top male reader, sub male reader, somnophilia

Thinking about somnophilia but it’s the bottom rubbing his bare ass up against you while you’re dead asleep, letting out whimpers and whines that are loud enough to wake you up and that go straight to your dick , and when you try to initiate anythin he’ll pretend to be asleep, his brows furrowed in confusion as you try calling for him, barely moving when you try to stir him from his supposed dreams. All this just so that the guilt eats away at you as you rub your half hard cock up against his ass, all this just so that you feel dirty and gross as you tug and taunt the sensitive spots on his unconscious body.

You try to hold onto the last bit of sanity, as you fuck into his thighs, pretending this will be enough to satisfy you even though your cock is painfully hard and weeping and you’re on the verge of losing your mind. Of course it doesn’t make it any better when his thighs squeeze down onto your cock, all while completely unaware of course, needy noises spills from his mouth as you continue to rut against him, almost as if he can feel you deep inside.

Suddenly he feels a rough hand digging into his waist, and something wet and hard brushing over his rim before you’re fully driving up into him.

The scream that escape him is muffled by the loud apologies tumbling past your lips, the words muttered through heart wrenching sobs as you continue to erratically drive up into him. “I’m sorry m sorry fuck m so sorry,”

Despite your words you don’t slow your brutal pace, hands keeping a stealth like grip on him almost as if you wouldn’t let him get away, practically using his body as you wish while he lays there and take it.

The initial wave of pain has turned into an onslaught of pleasure as your cockhead continuously hits prostate, while greedy hands and mouth wander all over the most sensitive spots on his body.

He’s sure that he can cum like this: with your erratically working his body up and down your cock, and touches aimed to make his unconscious body feel something.

But the best part about this is feeling your tears soak his skin, hearing the apologies muttered through heavy groans and grunts as you continuously thrust inside him, knowing you’re already so close while thinking you’re fucking your unconscious boyfriend.

You’re sick

But so is he so he squeezes down on your cock, releases his teeth from his abused bottom lip, lets sounds of pleasure freely escapes his lips til he feels you cumming hard and deep inside him, all while hearing you continuously apologizing. “God I’m sorry I’m sorry my love,”

And when he turns to look at you he’s got the most innocent look on his face, like he hasn’t got your cum dripping from his ass, hand gently cupping your cheek when he says “why didn’t you just wake me up babe?”

[majorgammage]

Can I interest you in my hyperfixation during these trying times?

This is a Tuesday night for them.

[oneoftheextras]

patience | viktor

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paring: dom!viktor x afab!reader

summary: you couldn't keep your hands off of him, so he made sure you couldn't touch him until he allowed it

words: 2.1k

warnings: 18+, no pronouns or y/n but afab anatomy, dom!viktor, bondage, gagging (with cloth), dribbling, touching over clothes, praise, not beta read.

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His eyes were focused on the hexcore in front of him, not you, and it drove you crazy.

The flickers and flashes of blue highlighted his clenched jaw in a way that made you want to run your tongue along it.

The mumbles and attempts at speech made the corner of his mouth curl up into a cunning smile.

You tried so desperately to make a coherent word around the fabric he’d placed between your teeth, the knot tightly secured around the back of your head, but even you couldn’t understand the noises you were making.

“I told you to give me five minutes, but you simply couldn’t wait,” Viktor called to you with a melody to his voice that sang your demise.

He made a short laughing hum at your expense, “You only have yourself to blame for your impatience,”, to which you made an attempt at a complaint, but it came out as a muffled whine.

He tutted and stopped his work, the blue light leaving his face as he turned to you on his stool. He put his tools down and lifted his goggles to his forehead with a disappointed -but playful- gaze in his amber eyes.

“The more you distract me, the longer this will take,” he said it as though he was offering you a selection, but you knew there were no options here, just his decision.

He left his goggles on his forehead to observe your reaction, small circular indents around his eyes from how tightly he wore them.

In that moment, you made the wrong choice - you rolled your eyes at him.

“Do I need to blindfold you as well as gag you?” he threatened you with a voice so soft you could’ve mistaken it for poetry.

You shook your head from side to side, indicating that he didn’t, “It is rather adorable that you think your opinion on the subject mattered,” he said as he stretched his shoulders and replaced the goggles onto his eyes; getting back to work as if nothing had happened.

You’d tried to sit still, you really had. 

The sound of leather stretching and rubbing against itself filled the room every few minutes from your failed attempts to escape your bindings.

Of course, Viktor had triple knotted them and secured them tightly. A skill of his that you’d only been made aware of this afternoon.

It had only started after you’d kissed his neck and played with his tie whilst he worked. He’d strapped your torso to the chair with his belt -the buckle around the back-, but when he saw you trying to undo it without him noticing, he’d added more.

Naturally, your hands were next, tied strongly to the arms of the metal seat. Then your ankles followed shortly.

There wasn’t a limb on your body that you could move without fighting against some sort of restraint. All you could was watch him work and wait for him to decide it was time to play with you.

He reclined, one leg outstretched in front of him and the opposite shoulder using the back of the chair as a resting place. His arm draped lazily down towards the ground whilst he was in thought, but your attention was drawn to his hand as he moved his slender fingers.

He held a cog between his index and middle digit, and traced the circular rim with the tip of his thumb absentmindedly, completely unaware that it was torture for you.

All you could think about was how you wanted that thumb to draw the outline of your clit, you whined quietly behind the damp fabric, and prayed he didn't hear you.

His lips parted and his tongue poked out whilst he was in thought, seemingly not hearing your lapse in self-control, the light creating a reflection in his saliva that made your last sane thought leave your brain.

"I feel you staring," he comments without sparing you a glance, tipping his head back to stare at the ceiling, his adam's apple protruding visibly in his throat. You watch it bob as he swallows.

The sound of his voice rang in your ears like a song, "Maybe I do need to blindfold you," his tone was lower and pace slower than before, a lint to his voice that you recognised as arousal.

Your heartbeat sped up as a tingle trickled up your spine and ignited a wildfire of goosebumps across your skin. He unlooped his tie and pulled the longest side until it slipped from underneath his collar.

He slowly reached for his cane and stood from his seat, his eyes finally gracing you with their presence and feeling like a bucket of ice was thrown over you.

The amber of his irises pierced you as he travelled the small journey to where you were firmly placed. His cane tapping against the cold floor in rhythm with the click of his shoes. Every 'tink' of metal against stone making your heart jump.

He studied your pleading eyes with an undetectable vigour under hooded eyelids. The hand not holding his cane, and still wrapped in his tie, extended towards your face with the palm facing upwards.

He silently waited for the reaction he'd trained into you. You complied, placing your chin into the palm of his hand and feeling his fingers curl around your jaw.

His thumb gently caressed your cheek, "Good," he purred quietly. He let go of his cane, letting it rest against the arm of your chair, and opted to use your thigh instead.

The warmth of his hand through your pants was minimal but it was enough for your touch starved body to react. Your muscles tensed and relaxed periodically as his palm drifted further up your thigh.

He held your face firmly in place, maintaining eye contact with you as his thumb brushed against the seam of your pants that separated his touch from your sensitive cunt.

"Stay still for me," he instructed, his voice soft like velvet but with a rough edge of warning. You wanted to nod or vocalise your agreement to show him how eager you were to listen to his instruction, but to do so would go against his instruction.

He lifted his hand from your thigh to cup your clothed crotch. He was so light, you could barely feel him, but the constant trail of his middle finger up and down you showed just how well he knew your anatomy.

The pressure increased bit by bit as did your urge to buck your hips forward and meet every graze he gave you, all the while his eyes held yours, daring you to look away - but you held strong.

Your eyes fluttered closed when he started to move his thumb with his middle finger in a repetitive pinching motion, pushing the hard metal of your zipper against your clit.

"Eyes on me," he ordered with a hushed voice, forcing you to concentrate on his words and not the growing throbbing in your lower abdomen.

You did as you were told, fighting against your eyelids to stay open as to not disobey him. His word was your gospel, although you were anything but a saint.

His pupils were wide and his jaw tense, his gaze on you would've eaten you alive if you let it, and you were all too willing to be consumed by him and his touch.

He let your chin go, confident in the knowledge that you'd stay where he wanted, and used your knee as he resting place.

The control he had over you was intoxicating. He granted you the gift of his other fingers, his grip on your crotch strong and determined and you couldn't help but let out a whimpered moan through the cloth between your teeth.

You thought for a second that he would stop and leave you on the edge, but when his eyes darted to your mouth and a low, "Let me here you, pretty thing," left his lips, you were all to happy to oblige.

The noises that left you were sinful, and the smirk that graced his features told you that he thought so too.

A string of saliva dripped off of the sodden cloth and narrowly missed Viktor's wrist, he chuckled at the sight of it pooled on the chair between your thighs, "So messy," he commented more to himself than to you.

His pace was relentless. As you started to become accustom to the rhythm of pressure, he would change it slightly, making you whine and shift in your seat with pleasure.

You wanted more than anything for him to breach the confides of your pants, just to feel his flesh against yours but you had to settle for the sensation of your damp underwear sliding against your lips.

"Please," you attempted to beg him. It came out as a muffled cry but you both understood what you were asking for. He tutted and slowly shook his head, "Don't be greedy," he scolded you, but the way he was digging his fingers into the fabric of your pants made the fabric dip inside you.

It wasn't enough to fully enter you, but enough to tease the muscles of your pussy to remind you of how it felt to have his slender digits inside you. Curling and brushing your g-spot with expert precision the way only he could.

It was a new kind of torture and your body reacted to it in the way he'd designed. The tension in your abdomen crawled its way up the lower vertebrae of your spine then sprinted its way to the back of your skull.

You made no attempt to quieten your moans or stop the way your hips rocked in a needy attempt to get as much of him as you could.

"Good, good, just like that," he whispered to you, bringing his face closer to yours until all you could see, feel and smell was him.

All your muscles tensed as you convulsed and let out a long and broken moan, somehow managing to keep eye contact with him through the watery tears that started to build in your lash line.

Your clit throbbed and you clenched around nothing, your mind hazy and filled with euphoria that had your chest heaving in a desperate effort to refill your lungs with the air you'd lost.

He slowed his movements but didn't stop until you whined at the overstimulation. That's when he removed his hand from you and admired the slight shimmer of your cum on his fingertips.

He chuckled at the fact you'd soaked through your pants, "If you can behave-" he wiped his fingers on your cheek, "-you may get more later,".

He straightened himself up with a groan at being hunched over for so long; picking up his cane and returned to his desk once more. Leaving you panting, dribbling and damp.