#obsessive viktor

[captain039]

PART 6 The Meaning of Flowers

Viktor x reader

Bridgerton AU

Warnings: olden times, sexism, light swearing, plus size reader, older Viktor, age gap, fat shaming, sexual, smut, oral F and M receiving, innocent reader, light corruption kink, reader in her 20s, long-haired Viktor, possessive Viktor, obsessive Viktor, angst

Previous part <-

Dearest reader, with our matches getting cozier by the second it seems we may have proposals within the week, in fact, I’ve noticed a few gentlemen seeking the favour of a young lady's hand already. However, with all of this going like clockwork, the only thing that doesn’t tick with time is our dear Duke and man of progress. Is the young lady he danced with going to steal and capture his heart? Or is it all going to come crashing down in burning smoke?

You’ve never attended a ball held at your papa's estate, usually, it’s only in the winter you come here to wait out the cold season in such a large home, though now you’re starting to see why no balls are held here. Your mama's colour palette is a tad odd. Perhaps she’s trying to copy the Talis’s gold but with orange? Her theme is orange and yellow and everything seems to be in your face quite literally. The flowers, the drapes, the decor, intact the kitchen silver wear isn’t silver but yellow and orange, there’s Orange and yellow cakes, orange and yellow drinks, you may go dizzy. You stand by your papa at the entrance of the ballroom as the servants set everything up.

“Oh boy,” your papa whispers as you blink in slight horror.

“Isn’t it wonderful!” Your mama comes up beside your papa and he forces a smile.

“Yes indeed” he lies and you excuse yourself. Your lady maid Mercy beside you gives you a small look.

“Yes, I’m aware” you huff.

“It’s all quite-“ she trails off.

“Disgusting? Hideous, like she threw lemons and oranges everywhere?” You say.

“I wasn’t going to be that harsh but yes” she grimaces as you walk into your room and fall on your bed.

“Please, I beg you tell me my dress is not orange or yellow” you say and she winces again as she pulls out a yellow dress with orange flowers.

“Oh gods,” you say sitting up and staring at it.

“I tried talking to her lady maid about uh, subtly adjusting it however it did not work” Mercy explains.

“We’re going to the modiste, right now,” you say and she nods quite literally chucking the dress back into the box it came in. You’ve never been one for dresses but you will not embarrass yourself further to look like a lemon. You head to the modiste and the madame there smiles.

“Welcome,” she says.

“No mama today?” She says.

“No, I need your help, please,” you say and she turns serious.

“The yellow dress?” She asks and you nod.

“Oh goodness, indeed come with me” she beckons you with her into the back fitting room.

“I knew this would happen I had an extra made, now it is still yellow but it is almost pale and I made sure to make the flowers white” She pulls out a beautiful pale dress that’s almost white, it’s not bright but subtle and the white flowers littering the top add to its charm.

“Thank you, Madame, you’re a lifesaver,” you say.

“Nonsense, you danced with the duke in my dress I am more than happy to provide” she smiles and you flush a bit.

“He’s quite handsome, no?” She grins and you nod not trusting your voice.

“I’ll stop teasing, but I’ll have this packed and dropped off” She smiles and pats your arm. You return home thankful to avoid wearing that hideous dress now hidden in the dark corners of your closet. Your nerves are building up for this evening wondering if the duke will indeed attend knowing he only tends to the higher members of the city’s balls and soirées.

You find yourself antsy, waiting for him to arrive and wonder what has gotten into you. You’ve never been so… so interested in a gentleman. As the ball carries on though you realise he’s not going to show up and your heart sinks a bit. You ignore your mama's glares at your lack of a bright yellow dress compared to hers, but you match everyone else in their pale yellows and subtleness. You manage to leave the ballroom and head to the gardens figuring since you’re at your estate it can be of no harm. You walk for a bit before sitting down on a cold granite bench and looking at the statue in the garden.

“You’ll catch a cold out here my lady” Your heart rate increases as you look over and see the duke approaching. You stand up quickly eyes a little wide.

“You came,” you say as he stands a meter from you.

“And miss the brightness of such a soirée?” He smiles.

“Gods please don’t remind” You sigh and sit back down gesturing for him to sit as well.

“I assume you did not have a say in such matters neither did your father?” He says resting his cane on his side.

“No I did not this is- it’s hideous, embarrassing you should’ve seen the dress she bought me” you sigh watching his eyes crinkly in the corners as he smiles.

“Your dress is beautiful” he says and you look down at the subtle pale yellow and white lace flowers.

“The Madame at the modiste was kind enough to have made me a backup,” you say trying to ignore the way your heart rate picks up.

“Smart woman,” he says. You sit in comfortable silence, though you fiddle with your fingers, picking a bit.

“Stop,” he says gently but firmly his slender hand taking yours.

“You’ll make yourself bleed” he says his fingers slotting between yours and resting them on his thigh. You hold your breath, don’t dare move or breathe, you’re holding hands with the duke in the garden alone….You’re alone in the garden holding hands with the duke…. You’re alone- you stand up and gasp.

“What is it?” He stands up as well limping slightly.

“I’m alone, with you in the garden, no chaperone” you begin to panic.

“Calm down” his voice is firmer than before and your eyes snap to his. He steps closer his free hand lifting, you’re shaking slightly your eyes watching his hand as he cups your cheek cold slender fingers touching your warm cheek. You let out a small gasp without meaning too eyes moving back to his honey coloured ones as he steps even closer his breath mingling with yours.

“Nobody is out here but us” he says voice low and breathless almost.

“How do you know?” You ask in a whisper.

“I made sure” Something in his tone makes you frown briefly before he leans in closer.

“Do you know how hard it is, to not touch you” he murmurs.

“To not have your warmth filling my bones, to not have you close” your mouth parts as you breathe shakily and his eyes look down to your lips.

“How hard it is to be gentlemen within your presence when all I want to do-“ his thumb traces your bottom lip gently.

“Corrupt you?” He whispers his eyes darkening as you feel your body tense, your heart rate increasing your lower stomach doing something you’ve never felt that makes you squeeze your thighs together. He lets out a small growl-like noise his forehead resting against yours.

“That feeling just now, you don’t know what it was do you?” He whispers and you shake your head slightly.

“That clench in your lower stomach, pressing your thighs together,” he says.

“It’s arousal” he murmurs and you frown.

“Fuck” he mumbles.

“I want you to do something tonight when you’re alone in bed” he leans back slightly so he can look into your eyes.

“I want you to think about that feeling and what gave you that feeling” he orders gently his accent getting thicker the lower his voice drops.

“I want you to slip your hand between your thighs, where it’s most warm” he adds and all you can do is look at him.

“I want you to touch yourself, explore what feels good what brings more of that feeling in your lower belly” his thumb gently strokes your cheek.

“I want you to chase it, keep doing it till it builds.. and builds” his gaze is heavy and you forget how to breathe as you feel your stomach clench and flip.

“And when it finally hits, I want you to let go, let those built-up feelings explode” You finally breathe in quickly before you hear your name and gasp and step back. You look at the duke one more time before his hand slips from your face as you walk off. Your cheeks are warm, your whole body is warm and your legs shake slightly as you walk back to your mamas calling. His words replay in your mind all night and every time you look at him at the ball you hold your breath and feel even warmer.

When it’s night and you’re all alone you close and lock your door your breathing a little heavy. You stare at your bed lie down and pull the covers over your body taking a shaky breath as you think back to his closeness, the words he said. You do as he says your hands going between your thighs, it is warm as he said and slightly wet, you slide a finger between your folds and gasp. You still for a moment at the jolt that goes through your body, his words echoing in your head. You do it again rubbing your finger over the nub. Your stomach clenches slightly at the feeling and you let out small gasps. ‘I want you to chase it, let it build and build’ You continue moving your fingers shivers and feelings going through your body intensifying the more you do it. You’re gasping softly, your back arches ever so slightly and your toes curl under the sheets. ‘Let those built-up feelings explode’ A noise leaves your mouth as a feeling rushes through your body like a coil snapping. Your eyes seal shut and you hold your breath as it does before you remember to breathe and pant heavily. Your fingers slow and you stop, body shaking slightly as you do. You remove your hand noticing the slight wetness and stickiness on your fingers. You go to the bathroom and have very shaky legs, leaning against the counter and washing your hands as you look at yourself in the mirror. Your face is flushed, and a layer of sweat covers you, you need to ask him what just happened, and why you’ve never felt like that before.

Next part ->

[ughtyrell]

Mutually Obsessive Jayce, Viktor and Mel AU

Viktor and Mel realize that they both care for Jayce, maybe more than is healthy and team up to keep Jayce happy. He's their golden boy and they want to keep him that way. Both know the darker realities of life while Jayce doesn't. They're fine with that because they'll be there to keep it so he doesn't have to.

He just needs to stay theirs and keep working for a better life for everyone. And keep his conscience clear as he does it, they'll take care of anything more unsavory. Manipulate and dirty their own hands to keep his clean.

Jayce is happy his favorite people in the whole world get along and care for him. He hopes they know he'd let everything burn to keep them as warm as they make him feel.

I love this idea, so much. Mel and Viktor coming together for this goal but then learning to look out for each other because they know if Jayce loses one of them he'll be so upset and that sentiment rubbing off on both of them over time. Soon the idea of the other staying unhurt is important to each other, though Jayce being the priority is still the goal.

Jayce is just so sickly inlove with both of them even if the other two might not realize the true extent of that love and how far Jayce would go for both of them at the end of the day.

[isolabellz]

post coital science

[dawndauce]

never separate them :-(

[enthyrea]

a jayvik dbh au that has been on my mind for a while, really interested with the idea of viktor being the one to pull the "reanimate ur partner from the dead" shtick

aka, oopsie the android you created because you couldn't get over the death of your partner actually possesses a will to live and shatters your view of the line between humanity and machinery!!

[jollymalt]

accident

[proxythe]

i know a father-daughter event hates to see jayce talis coming …

[nyxi-pixie]

thinking abt that 'what kind of animals' moment from caitlyn, as a mirror of jayce's 'you didn't say they were from the undercity', and then the different way viktor and vi respond.

jayce's words were direct and viktor responds in kind - directly. 'im from the undercity'. it draws jayces attention to him to counteract the way jayce is able to dehumanise them. you cant dehumanise a group of people when one of them is someone you deeply care about and theyre sitting right in front of you forcing you to acknowledge where they came from and that theres more than whatever youve been raised to believe the people down there are like.

but vi is a lot more avoidant. she doesnt Want tension with cait so she talks around it. offers a logical argument instead of an emotional one. 'they wanted a spectacle'. it avoids reminding cait of their differences and where she came from while still trying to explain their actions as the rational moves of an enemy, yes, but a human one. but its the kind of compensating thats only going to lead to her giving up more and more ground to avoid fighting on it. and even so, it doesnt work. even when trying to avoid reminding cait where shes from and who she is, cait leaves on the note of grouping everyone, including vi, into one. this is an us and them situation, and cait exiles her from the 'us' and condemns her to 'them'.

[hexcoreviktor]

this still makes me laugh, like??? jayce? jayce. please.

jayce: oh my god i need to figure out what's happening to viktor, i need him to be okay

also jayce: let me add his gorgeous hair and stunning cheekbones, very important and necessary

[perfectnarrative]

I have literally never before in my life paused a show simply just to gaze upon a work of art. The scream I scrumpt.

Gender Envy or Undying Affection Love? Nobody knows, Certainly not me.

[cosmic--static]

sleepover

[captain039]

Part 5 The Meaning of Flowers

Viktor x reader

Bridgerton AU

Warnings: olden times, sexism, light swearing, plus size reader, older Viktor, age gap, fat shaming, sexual, smut, oral F and M receiving, innocent reader, corruption kink, reader in her 20s, long-haired Viktor, possessive Viktor, obsessive Viktor, angst

Previous part <-

Dearest reader, it seems our lovely duke has finally taken to the dance floor. If you missed last night's grand Solar eclipse then let me tell you what a grand soirée it was indeed. Our men of progress dressed as dark as moons and two golden Suns dancing with them. Our duke danced the Solar eclipse with a most interesting suitor indeed. Oh, and how wonderfully they danced indeed.

Having lunch with the esteemed Mel Medarda was more nerve-wracking than you anticipated. The Councilwoman was indeed discreet with her collection a simple carriage one unmarked without the Talis emblem your mama ever the nosy person society she of was Instantly demanded why you were suddenly going out sure enough your papa managed to distract her for five minutes so you could escape with your lady maid.

Arriving at the Talis house once again in the middle of the day was even more grand than arriving at night. Everything was as gold and bright as the sun, though with a lot fewer people now you can enjoy it more without the nerves of a hundred people buzzing around. Councilwoman Medarda greets you in her dining room, she wears a white and gold dress more formal and daily wear than her extravagant ball gown.

“Councilwoman” you bow your head as your lady maid waits over with the other servants. Mel smiles at you.

“Sit, please” she says and you sit across from her looking at the array of food.

“Tea?” She asks and you nod politely wondering if her tea is as extravagant as the rest of everything Medarda/Talis.

“I hear the town is abuzz with gossip at your dance with the duke” she says smiling and you almost choke on your tea as you take a sip of it.

“I- is it?” You say deciding to place your cup of tea down then make a mess.

“It is, I was at the modiste, the madame there had a lot to say indeed” she grins.

“Oh” you say not sure how what to say in such a situation.

“I doubt you want to talk about gossip you seem like a smart young woman to me” she says as the servants come over and serve you food.

“Thank you,” you say to the servant who nods before they leave.

“You must have questions” she says and you frown.

“About?” You ask.

“Why the Duke of course” She laughs softly and you hesitate with your food feeling even more nervous.

“I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” she says suddenly.

“You don’t go out often? With other young ladies of the city?” She asks and you shake your head.

“I see” she whispers frowning in thought.

“Well, we must change that,” she says.

Councilwoman Mel Medarda indeed makes good on her word. You travel to the markets together, a few famous cafes and bakeries, you even walk the gardens from time to time when she is free, in fact, you’ve been to the council palace now. You appreciate her gestures and feel more confident around her, she’s a smart ambitious woman any young lady would look up to, but being one-on-one with her makes you see her in a new light. It’s a Friday around mid-morning when a servant walks into the drawing room announcing you have a visitor. You half expect Mel what you don’t expect is to see the duke walk in, Cane in one hand and flowers in another.

“My duke how lovely to see you” Your mama instantly tries to butter her. The duke waves a hand slightly and a servant comes forward with a basket of flowers.

“For you Lady Y/l/n” he says she gasps a little over the top and takes them.

“My duke such a lovely gift” she smiles.

“And these are for you” he walks forward with a smaller bouquet in his hand and hands it to you. You stare at the flowers then back at him then at the flowers before your mother subtly jostles your side.

“Thank you my duke they are wonderful” you nod handing them to a ladymaid to place them in a vase.

“Well come in sit, I’m afraid we weren’t expecting visitors our have the servants bring out some tea” your mama says. The duke nods and moves slowly to sit down on one of the couches. Your mama nudges you ungraciously and you sigh sitting down by the duke at a respectful distance. Your mother sits at the other end of the room resuming her cross stitching. You look at your hands in your lap a bit awkwardly wondering what young ladies even say when a gentleman calls on them.

“How was your lunch with the “You slap a hand over his mouth and he raises an eyebrow, he glances at your mama and then smiles behind your hand nodding. You sigh in relief and lower your hand nodding as well. He keeps his smirk on his face for a moment.

“How has your week been my lady?” He asks instead and you nod.

“Good, yes I-“ you trail off wondering how you can talk without giving away your visits with the councilwoman.

“I’ve been to the gardens, ah the art gallery too that was exciting” you say trying to sound as natural as you can.

“Ah yes, the art gallery is quite exquisite, any favourite pieces?” He asks following along with your subtleness.

You manage to talk easily with him, though within reason, you’re not sure how long a caller is supposed to stay but it feels like hours by the time your father comes down from his office and sees the duke before whisking him away with whatever gentlemen talk about.

Viktor knew exactly where you had been and when you had been. Tuesday you attended the Medarda lunch, you left at exactly 12:15pm arrived at 12:25pm and left at 1:45pm. You went to the South Pond Gardens at 11:15am in the morning, took the reserved part of the gardens with your lady maid and then left at 11:45am. You attended the Killian gallery at 2:00pm and looked at the famous works of Kain Killian himself as well as a few from John Partridge, and Philip Suns. You left the gallery at 3:35pm and arrived home at 3:43pm. He knows you’ve been to the Stewards bakery, the Brisks cafe and he knows when you attended the council palace. He also knows you’ve had two gentlemen arrive at your doorstep who were promptly removed from the premises before anyone could bat an eyelid and he’s had those men who your mama paid discreetly dealt with. He knows your mother's favourite flowers, bakery items, and preferred cross-stitch technique, he also knows when your father is busy in his office, which gentlemen’s club he goes to, he also knows your father isn’t as nice as he appears having gone to the Black Roses brothel in the middle of the night. What he won’t allow himself to know is your favourite things, he wants you to tell him yourself, he wants you to want to open up to him, and let him carry whatever burdens a young lady like yourself might have, he wants you in his estate and he wants to have you on every service in his estate no matter what servants of his is watching. He wants to know every gasp, moan and cry you make, how many fingers you can take before you try to push him away, and how many orgasms he can get out of you before you collapse, he wants you to himself, to belong to him and nobody else.

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[bluebells-and-dragonflies]

viktor (arcane) nsfw alphabet <3

-> hello viktor nation. haven't been able to get this guy out of my mind for the past four weeks, so! here you go! also consider this your formal invitation to scream about him in my inbox i would LOVEEEE to write more about him............

alphabet template is from the.coldest.goodbye!

-> content warnings: sex, edging, blowjobs, pussy eating, dom/sub dynamics, discussion of kink, reader has a vagina, viktor loves you like a lot, 18+ MDNI MDNI MDNI I MEAN IT

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Viktor gets very soft after sex. He'll curl up into your side and bury his face in the side of your neck, pressing his lips into your skin.

You'll help each other to the bath (and you do have a bath- it's one of the few luxuries Viktor indulges in) and soak together, sometimes for hours, you leaning against his chest or him leaning against yours depending on the night. He'll tell you how good you were, how good you are, how much he cares about you, and you'll call him a sap and wash his hair for him. Before long, though, he'll drag you back to bed, ready to fall asleep with your limbs tangled together.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

If you have tits he's obsessed with them to the point that it's kind of a joke between you. After some of your rougher encounters you'll look at yourself and realize there are bite marks and bruises all over them and that it's very visible unless you wear a shirt with a super high cut.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

One of his biggest turn-ons is coming inside of you. He'll lean down with his face between your thighs and watch as his come leaks out of your hole. And then he'll push it back inside of you with two slender fingers.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

If he had fewer morals he would definitely steal your underwear. As it is he just fantasizes about it constantly. Inhaling the scent of them while he gets himself off, maybe even wrapping them around his dick and coming into them. If you ever get this fantasy out of him definitely hide a pair in his jacket pocket or something, he'll basically explode.

Also he has a recurring fantasy about watching Jayce fuck you...

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He's sort of in the middle. He's had enough sex to be good in bed without you having to guide him much, but he's never been promiscuous: for him, sex is a means to an end more than anything else. He goes out and gets his needs met when he has the urge every once in a while and doesn't do anything more involved than that. It's more of a maintenance thing and less of a habit. He's never been in a serious relationship before (or really had strong feelings for anyone) either, so sex is casual to him. Then, of course, he meets you, and sex starts to mean much more than just getting off when he needs.

Side note but I've got a personal hc that the culture in Zaun is super cavalier about sex and doesn't treat it as particularly taboo. Which means that Viktor doesn't try to hide his sex life, even before you're sleeping together, and it probably drives you insane thinking about what he must be doing.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Anything that puts him physically above you he's going to be a fan of. He loves seeing you underneath him, getting to watch every single expression on your face and every involuntary shudder. That said, there are going to be times where he's in too much pain to hold himself up for very long. Then he loves for you to either ride him or just lay between his legs and suck him off, running your hands up the sides of his body and toying with his nipples.

If you held a gun to his head and made him pick just one position, though, it wouldn't be any of those- he would want you to sit on his face. He absolutely fucking LOVES everything about it. He loves the weight of you on his shoulders and chest, he loves when you grind against his chin and mouth and nose, helplessly chasing your release. He loves feeling your come cover his face. He loves your hands in his hair, gripping tight and holding his head still so you can use him. He's obsessed.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Viktor can get giggly during sex, which surprises him as much as it does you. There are plenty of times where the vibe is less serious, where you're grinning at each other like idiots and high-fiving in the afterglow. If you're at the point where you're having sex regularly he's already thrown caution to the wind with you. You make him feel comfortable and his willingness to laugh and be vulnerable together is a direct result.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He trims every now and then but doesn't do anything more than that- no shaving or waxing or anything.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

In serious moments Viktor worships you. He wants to take his time. He fucks you slow and deep and kisses you during, gasping into your mouth at the peak of every thrust. What he feels for you is so large and devotional that it scares him. He wants to bury himself in you, would crawl inside your chest and live there if he could. He's desperate for you.

J = Jack off��(masturbation headcanon)

He gets off to the thought of you and doesn't feel bad about it at all lol. Some people have a bit of a hangup about masturbating to people they know, but not him! He's got entire scripts in his mind and he follows them religiously: playing with the tip of himself when he's imagining you lapping at the head of his cock like a kitten, holding the base of his cock with two fingers when the version of you in his head decides to make him wait to come. This is happening before you ever get together and before you even know he's interested, and he'll look you in the eyes like he didn't lick his come off his own palm that morning, picturing your tongue instead.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Oh he's a freak LMAO. Kink isn't necessary to him at all and he'd be okay with a vanilla sex life, but if you're down he has a whole laundry list of things he knows he likes and an even longer one of things he wants to explore. He's into bondage, edging, overstimulation, and minor painplay (stuff like spanking, gentle choking, and giving, not receiving). He will sub, especially if that's your inclination, although he slightly prefers domming. Edging is his absolute favorite and he can spend entire nights on it, watching you slowly unravel until you're begging for him with tears in your eyes.

He doesn't quite know it yet, but if you ever bring up the idea of fucking him he would be VERY into it.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He vastly prefers the bed over anywhere else. It's by far the most comfortable for him. That doesn't stop him from wanting to fuck you elsewhere, though. It goes without saying that he'd daydream about bending you over the lab desk.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He's just as into the basics as the next person- of course he gets turned on when you lean past him and he can see down your shirt, or when you're at a party together and you run your hand down his arm so slowly he can't mistake the look you're giving him for anything but want. What surprises him is how turned on he gets by you simply existing in his space. Something about having you in his apartment, the domesticity of it all, really gets to him. Once, in the early days of your relationship, he comes home late from the lab and finds you in his bed, dressed in soft pajamas and already asleep, and the rush of affection and desire that hits him is so strong he has to go to the bathroom and jack off in the shower.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

As much as he likes the dom/sub dynamic he never wants to seriously hurt you or be seriously hurt. He's also not a fan of degradation beyond teasing condescension- he's never going to pretend he doesn't want you or call you stupid or threaten to find someone else, even as a kink thing. Also, spit and come are the only two bodily fluids he's really interested in.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He's obsessed with eating you out, but as much as he loves pleasuring you with his mouth, he loves seeing you with his cock down your throat more. He'll restrain himself as much as he can, but he won't be able to stop his hips from making shallow little aborted thrusts once you've bottomed out on him. Your mouth takes him completely out of his head.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Generally on the slower, deeper side. He's a scientist first: he's going to be methodical with you, carefully measuring his actions and watching how you react, especially in the first few months of having you. He maps you out like you're a country he's just discovered, learns you with the same attention and devotion he gives his most serious work, and never forgets a single one of the things that make you moan.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He's down, but it's not his favorite thing. If one or both of you gets desperate in the middle of the day (if you go out of your way to tease him), he's certainly not above bending you over the nearest flat surface. In ideal circumstances, though, he wants to get you in bed and spend a little longer with you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Viktor is one of the most risk-tolerant people in the world. He'll try almost anything once. You never have to worry about suggesting something too outlandish for him because basically nothing is lol. No promises that he'll be super into it after, but he figures he won't know until he tries.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

It depends on what sort of lasting you mean. Viktor appears immune to attempts to turn him on throughout the day and can stay completely composed while taking you apart over and over again- he has immense self-control and won't snap easily. However. If you're playing a more dominant role, he melts under your hands once you've got him in subspace (it takes some time to put him there, but once he's in it he's in it). Suddenly everything you do- every touch, every word of praise you give him- has him straining against whatever rules you've set for him. He will beg if you make him.

In terms of how long it takes him to come, he's not especially slow or especially fast. He does find it harder to last when you're having sweet, slow sex, though. At the end of the day what really undoes him is the fact that you love him.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Yeah, he's definitely engineered a few of his own sex toys. He also definitely engineers them with you in mind. He would love to watch you squirm with a vibrator buried deep in your cunt, or come clenched around a fucking machine.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He is the world's biggest tease, before and during sex. He'll flirt with you throughout the day- a hand on the small of your back, fingers trailing down your spine, a foot dragging up the side of your calf when you're seated across from each other- only to divert his eyes and pretend you're losing your mind when you react.

As mentioned above, edging is one of his favorite kinks. He'll wait until you need to come so badly you're almost incoherent and then make it even harder for you: Speak up, my love. Use your words. I'm finding it difficult to understand what you want.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

More of a groaner than a moaner and not super loud in general. If you want to hear him really break, tie his hands to the headboard and bring him to the edge with your hands and mouth until he starts to beg. Then keep going. (Alternatively, tell him you love him- he'll say it back and won't be able to stop.)

Also he's incapable of shutting the fuck up during sex lol. He's going to keep up an entire conversation with you (and smirk when you start stuttering over your responses). He's going to tell you how long he's wanted you. He's going to tell you how good you look. He's going to tease you incessantly. Annoying as hell!!!

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Viktor almost never curses in general. It's just not the way he talks. Usually. During sex he gets absolutely filthy- the first time you ever hear him say the word fuck is the first time you ever wrap your hand around his cock, and he doesn't stop after that.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

His cock is canonically huge LMFAO I agree with the show here. Hard he's somewhere between seven and eight inches. It'll be a bit of a stretch the first time he slides inside you.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Viktor's sex drive is fairly high but before he meets you he tries his best to pretend it's not. He thinks of sex a lot like he does food: they're both necessary to his continuing function as a human, but they're also deeply annoying distractions from the work he really wants to be doing. He'll ignore his desire until it's actively interfering with whatever he's trying to do, and only then will he spend a few precious hours going out and picking someone up (or hitting up one of the people he occasionally has one-night-stands with).

Once he meets you his desire becomes impossible to ignore. He wants you so badly it keeps him from focusing, from sleeping, and no number of nights out or meaningless hookups banish you from his mind. When he has you, you'll be on the receiving end of all that built-up need.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Sex between you usually happens at night, and Viktor will fall asleep right after unless he has a very good reason not to. He'll accompany you to the bathroom, you'll wash off together, and then he'll be dragging you back to bed with both hands. He won't want either of you to get dressed, and once you're under the covers he tangles himself up in you like he's trying to get as much of his body to touch yours as possible, which is exactly what he's doing. You might talk for a while about nothing much in particular, faces close, before drifting off together.

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a lil slice of life jayvik as professors moment i drew for viktor’s birthday yesterday 💝 🥳

based heavily off of the fandom famous fic coming home (but not to you) by the talented @viktorrights !!

(comms r opennn :3c)

[croix-meridies]

Meanwhile Jayce and Viktor are like this

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Can't get over these two istg