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Too many chris fans cant deal with their Prince Charming not being Prince Charming.
You said it, sis.
It's funny bc I've actually gone through this several times already.
I guess I've been off my "making fun of Topher" game for too long to have people following me who don't know what my opinion on this shit is?
Which also goes to show that whoever that person is, they're not an OG. They're not a true supporter. And they're probably not one of the wonderful people I recognize reblogging and commenting on my stuff every single time I post something new writing wise.
Because those people know already.
Mandy may be unhinged and act out from time to time, but eventually she always goes back, and we'll be doing our normal thirsting and writing as usual.
I do actually LOVE how many people are now messaging me and following me bc they agree with my takes on this (even if I can't for the life of me make a dent in my inbox rn) bc for a while I felt a bit alone regarding my opinion on the topic, until I found the Mafia squad and the peeps there!
I don't require everyone following me to agree with everything I say (especially not when I'm tipsy like today) but I do require one thing.
That you let me be me. That you let me have my opinions. That you don't send me hate asks or "announce your exit" because you disagree with my opinions.
Like for real. Don't try to put me down for having my opinions? There's a reason they're mine and there's a reason I share them on here. Because this is my blog.
And the people who go "Oh I really enjoyed your writing but now you ruined it" BOOOHOOO
The 1M reads on Wattpad will keep me company at night even if you leave, booboo, don't you worry đđ„°
#mandy answers#mandy rants#salty anons#salty readers#most of them dont even reblog#its always those ones#considering how long interaction has been?#yall know im not counting on my writing amounting to much on here#the labels ruined everything#wattpad is where its at for writers#but i love tumblr for the community#and the DRAGGING#HEHEHEHEHE#chris evans#topher#alba baptista
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-What theyâre like as your bf/gf (Hcs) 18+
Arthur Morgan, John Marston, Dutch Van Der Linde, Sadie Adler, Molly OâShea
Request- Hi if itâs okay could I ask for some hcs of some of the gang and what theyâre like dating with you? NSFW ones toooođđ could you include Arthur, John, Dutch, Sadie, Javier and maybe any of the other girls Mary-Beth or Molly or Karen? Thank you đđ»
A/N- I didnât include Javier cause I like barely speak with him in camp or anything idk I donât vibe with Javier tbh. And I saw my chance to word vomit my Molly brain rot and ran with it so sheâs the girl I picked. Hope this is okay! Enjoy :)
Masterlist - requests are open :)
Arthur Morgan
- Weâve all seen how he was with Mary. Heâd be besotted with you
- His journal would be filled with sketches of you, entries talking about how much he adores you, little notes about how you looked that day or musings about his plans for your future together.
- Definitely doodles a little heart with your initials too <3
- Heâs touch starved. So he loves physical contact. A hand to your knee, your back, arm around your shoulders or your waist. He likes keeping you close.
- Brings you stuff from his little travels. Picks flowers for you, finds little trinkets for you.
- Keeps a picture of you by his bed.
- Forehead kisses!!!!!
- Kisses your hand. And kisses to your wrist. He loves when you reach up to cup his face and he can turn to press his lips against your wrist.
- Heâs so much more than a tough, burly cowboy. Heâs quiet, caring, considerate. And he adores you
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- takes his time. Likes to work at you until not a single tense muscle is left in your body. Worships you.
- Loves any positions where he can see your face, needs to be close enough to constantly kiss you and tell you how good you are for him
- â thereâs my girl, doin so good for me darlin â â jusâ like that darlin, let me take good care of ya â
- Not incredibly vocal, but the noises he does make he ensures are right by your ear.
- Refuses to finish before you ever.
- Loves to finish inside tho. He knows itâs risky, but he loves the closeness. And if heâs feeling particularly risky heâll definitely push his come back into you with his fingers â donât waste it now â
- Grips The headboard.
John Marston
- heâs stupid. He really is. Heâll be head over heels for you, with you clearly reciprocating those feelings and heâd still think you didnât like him like that.
- Like. You could kiss him and heâd still be like â what are we? â
- When he does finally put two and two together heâll have no shame or cautions in showing you off.
- Heâs handsy. Likes coming up behind you when youâre washing dishes for Pearson to rub at your shoulders.
- Or pull you down to sit on his lap before you can even think about taking the empty spot on the log next to him by the fire.
- Overprotective. One tiny snide comment from anyone and heâs ready to start swinging.
- Definitely knows how to push your buttons and wind you up, and will do it just for fun and to get a rise outta you.
- And then spend the rest of day grovelling and apologising.
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- Loves going down on you. Like. Loves it. The man could spend hours there if youâd let him and Lord has he tried.
- Not very serious most of the time.
- Pretty vocal. And doesnât really care if anyoneâs listening either.
- Like i said, heâs handsy. His hands are restless and will grab at whatever part of you they can.
- Loves when you ride him and has absolutely made a cowgirl joke more than once.
- Will grab at your hips and guide your movements as you do. Told you heâs handsy.
- But also isnât opposed to you on your back, legs over his shoulders. Presses kisses to your ankles and makes jokes about how good the view is.
Dutch Van Der Linde
- heâs not the most attentive of people at times. Heâs constantly in his head and constantly thinking about things that arenât you.
- But when he does allow himself time alone with you he is disgustingly charming.
- He always knows what to say, always knows the right words to have you melting into a puddle at his feet. You could be in the worst mood with him but a few whispers in your ear and itâs all forgotten.
- Has a million terms of endearment for you. My angel, my dear , my darling. He rarely ever uses your actual name, only when heâs mad.
- Loves to give you gifts, the more expensive the better. And he likes you to show them off too. He likes to show you off.
- Reads to you a lot.
- PDA is afraid of him. He doesnât care where he is or whoâs watching him, heâll loop an arm around your waist to kiss your neck, pull you onto his lap when heâs reading beside his tent and kiss you. No shame.
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- will take his time with you but in a far different way to, say, Arthur
- Heâll edge you and overstimulate you for hours, because be gets off on the fact that you simply let him. That you obey his every command.
- Degrading and humiliating đ€đ» Dutch Van Der Linde
- Heâs never too mean. And his degrading comments are more often than not laced with something sweet.
- Dacryphilic. 100000%. He loves watching you cry because heâs worked you into such an overstimulated mess.
- Heâll swipe your tears away or kiss them from your cheeks â well isnât that just a pretty sight? â â those tears for me, my angel? â
- Definitely has some kind of authority kink. Likes you calling him sir for sure.
- Loves you giving him head. Just loves you on your knees. Itâs a power thing. And heâs a cocky son of a bitch.
- Sat back in his chair and wonât lift a damn finger to help you out, wonât even unbuckle his belt. And donât tell me he doesnât smoke whilst he watches you.
Sadie Adler
- She is absolutely not shy about her feelings when she finally accepts she has them.
- Shes just so sweet to you.
- Around camp sheâs stuck to you like glue. Her arm is permanently around your waist or your shoulders, or her hand laced with yours and is ready to snap at any intrusive questions from anyone else about it at the drop of a hat
- Love language is gift giving. Just taken in a bounty but found a shiny lil necklace in his pocket? Well. Itâs hers now. Or should I say, yours.
- If your hairs long enough sheâll braid it like hers, any excuse to be able to sit close to you and whisper sweet things in your ear.
- Would teach you how to shoot better, she wants to make sure you know how to defend yourself. but also wants the excuse to stand behind you and show you how to hold her rifle properly.
- Big spoon.
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- Sadieâs gained control over literally everything else in life, and it doesnât change in the bedroom
- She trusts you whole heartedly but sheâs not about to give up any sort of control to you for a While
- Makes sure she can see your face at all times, loves watching your face contort and relax in pleasure that sheâs giving you
- Full of praise â ainât you just the prettiest thing? â â oh look at you! Dâya know how pretty you look from here? â â always such a good girl for me â
- Has a thing for putting her fingers in your mouth. Especially after sheâs just fucked you with them.
- Having you on your knees eating her out drives her crazy. Will pull at your hair a little too hard but will soothe the sting with a thousand words of praise about how good you make her feel.
- And now hear me out. Loves to watch you. Will book you a hotel room together just so she can sit across the room and watch you touch yourself for her, encouraging you the entire time
- Itâs never long before she absolutely has to have her hands on you though in the end.
Molly OâShea
- sheeeee has some trust issues. And abandonment issues. Sheâs just⊠sheâs a lot at times.
- But she is fiercely loyal and will love you with every fibre of her being
- And she wants to be loved as fiercely in return. Sheâll spiral without constant reassurance â dâyou even love me anymore? â âdid I do somethin wrong? Havenât told me you love me today â
- She knows deep down you do love her. Sheâs just afraid.
- She is such a romantic. She loves holding your hand, sitting close to you, doing your makeup like hers and stealing kisses in between painting your lips red
- Sheâll write you sappy romantic poetry and leave you lil notes
- Youâll often overhear her gushing to other people about how in love she is too. She just loves to talk about you and how deeply she adores you.
- Likes when you give her forehead kisses.
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- Pillow princess. End of story.
- Sheâs not completely submissive though. Sheâll tell you what she wants and what she likes
- She just wants to be taken care of okay. She needs to be taken care of.
- Makes the softest, sweetest sounds and will tell you she loves you a million times over.
- Enjoys when things just⊠naturally happen. Cuddling with you at night, but pushing her hips lightly back against you. Which usually ends with your hand slipping past her waistband and making her come on your fingers.
- Likes to be on top of you sometimes, simply so she can show off whilst she strips. Not to really do anything. Shes really not that much of a giver. She likes being watched. She likes to know sheâs desired. And usually it ends up with you dragging her to sit on your face.
- You have to shower her with praise. She wants to know she looks beautiful, that sheâs doing well, worship her. Which is incredibly easy for you cause like fucking look at her sheâs gorgeous.
- Wraps herself around you when you cuddle after, legs intertwined and arms around you, head buried in your chest or neck. Pls my sweet baby needs to be held.
#disclaimer as always with hcs#these are my thoughts and not to be taken too seriously#donât get salty if you donât agree.#my hcs for any character seem to draw at least one salty person out#itâs fic! enjoy it!#arthur morgan x reader#Dutch van der Linde x reader#molly OâShea x reader#John Marston x reader#Arthur Morgan#molly o'shea#sadie adler#john marston#dutch van der linde#red dead redemption 2#rdr2#rdr2 fanfic#x you#fluff#smut#sadie adler x reader
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hello! may I request a subbot afab hawks x domtop amab reader?
idk what trope to pick bc I have so many ideas, but if you're comfortable with it, could it be a sugarbaby x sugardaddy reader AU? maybe with some praise and breeding?
feel free to ignore lol (love your fics btw <3)
â GUYS NEWSFLASH first time writing ftm character hahaha erm i hope i didnât fuck this upđąđąđđ (i lvoe dis requets)
something more â keigo.takami
â dom ! male.reader x ftm ! sub ! Keigo Takami
â contents : afab ! Hawks , use of pussy cunt clit and stuffâŠ. Sugardaddy reader , tooo much yap , hawks falls in love with u⊠er praising , a bit of breeding kink , u might get him pregnant actuallyâŠ, :( ending..
warnings : love NOT reciprocated sowwy
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Hawks waved flirtatiously at a guy walking by to try and get his attention, he scoffed after the guy payed no mind to him. He got a cigarette out and patted himself to try and find his lighter..where could it have goneâŠ
he felt a tap on his shoulder and he turned to see .. you. Took him a bit but he apologized and took the lighter from your hands.
âthank you..! uh where was it..?â he nervously, struggling to light his cigarette up.
âyou left it behind at the bar.â you took the lighter and lit it for the blonde.
âah..thank you..â he smiled looking away.
âYa know, youâre a pretty thing. I noticed you at the bar and was going to talk to you but I looked away for a second and the next, you were gone hahaâ you chuckled dipping your hands into your pockets.
âuh yeah sorry I wasâŠI just needed to take in some fresh airâ he seemed a bit more calmer than he was a second ago- he couldnât get anyone else to pay his drink. thatâs why he left the bar.
âmhh. well. I was wondering if maybe I could spend a night with you?â Hawks perked up and looked at you. You wereâŠ.tall and handsome..you had a nice faceâŠâŠ.
âsorry I donât go around andââ
You held out 200$ to him, waiting for him to take it. âhow âbout it?â you look at him and smirk.
one night..couldnât be bad plus, 200 dollars??
âalright then, mister.â He takes the money and smiles at you.
well thatâs how you met keigo. after one night you proposed the idea of being his sugar daddy and since the sex wasnât bad at all, and you paid good money, there was no harm!
overtime you guys became very fond of each other, you werenât just some cash pig to him, you were special. but to youâŠ..he was sure he was just a fuck toy for you.
you werenât that old, you had great looks so- why havenât you gotten a wife? or husband?? a great business guy like you wouldâve had someone special by his side by now.
âhey ynâŠwould you ever want to start a family at some point?â Hawks asked. He was sat on your large couch in small shorts and a loose top.
you looked at him and flashed him a smile. âsomeday, but not nowâ you were working on your laptop, you kept typing away.
âhmmâŠâ he stood up and walked over to where you were and sat next to you, cuddling your arm.
âwhatâs wrong, baby?â he hid his smile at the pet name. he shook his head and you chuckled.
the way you treated him was as if he were your special person, you always took care of him. his place wasnât so safe and it quite frankly- disgusted you⊠so you insisted he moved in with you. you always paid for him, got him what he wanted, in return heâd let you use him in bed for however long you wanted to.
not only that, but aftercare was amazing. you treated him like if he were made of glass, gentle with him when you bathed him, gentle kisses every now and then. he fought the urge everyday to tell you he loved you because he knew this wasnât that kind of relationship.
but he started to fall for you. badly. at one point he didnât really want your money anymore, he just wanted to be there for you and for you to be there for him.
it was about to be a year since you guys started thisâŠthing you guys had going on and he decided to be straight up with his feelings, just tell you. That anniversary or whatever, you took him out to eat like any other day and got him a couple gifts, he was extremely happy and confident things would go well. He was hoping that maybe you guys could be something more than.. this. I mean you already act like a couple! Thereâs no way he could be wrong..
you guys got back home drunk as hell, laughing and shoving each other around. There was absolutely no fucking way you didnât like this guyâŠ.then again you could just be the devil in disguise
your hands roamed his smaller body while you kissed and fought for dominance. He was losing himself in the pleasure, he had to tell you he just had to..
âuh- yn wait IâŠneed to..â you kissed his neck and sucked on it, he moaned under you and grabbed at your hair. he pulled you off and you looked at him confused.
âI just need toâŠt..tellâŠâ his words started to get stuck in his throat, nothing was coming out why couldnât he just spill it out.
âyouâre so cute Kei, babyâŠâ you sat up and removed his pants as he squirmed, propped his legs on your shoulder and kissed the inside of his thighs.
âahh..yn p..please let mhh..~â his back arched at the feeling of your mouth on his cunt. Maybe it was the alcohol in his system that made this all the more enjoyable, but he figured heâd tell you after you guys were done.
he pushed his hair back and gasped when you slid your fingers into his loose hole, all while lapping at his clit. He was crumbling underneath you, his hands pulling harshly on your hair as he squirmed and moaned at the pleasure.
âF-fuck! Iâll c..com..~â he bit his bottom lip, his lower half twitched as he came intensely, His hands letting go of your hair.
You sat up and prodded your cock at his entrance, teasing it over his sensitive clit making him flinch.
âwâŠwaitâŠno condo-..mmâŠ?â He looked so out of it and cute covering his cunt with his hand.
âwhatâŠdonât want my babiesâŠ?â you coo gently taking his hand off and leaning down into his ear.
âweâd make the cutest babies..â you harshly grab his hips and slam into him earning a scream from the younger male. He shouldnât have found that as hot as he did, heâs holding onto you and biting your shoulder as you violate his stupid cunt.
Heâs asking you to slow down as best as he can but you ignore him and continue to chase your orgasm. You almost completely stop when he whispers into your ear, an âI love youâ.
It sounded desperate and whiny, you sit back up, not looking at his face. You look down at your dick, engulfed in the blondes pussy, you push his legs closer to his face and grab his hands, placing them on the back of his knees.
He hold them tightly, so many thoughts running through his little head.
Did you ignore him just now?
Your big hands spread his cunt and you slowly push all the way in, a stretched out whimper leaving Kei.
âSoo pretty, honâŠ.arenât you such a good boy for me..â you smirk to yourself, your thumb rubbing his clit gently. You grab his legs and move them aside to finally look at his face again.
His face was red and sweaty, tears running down his sad face, droll peaking out of his mouth.
âYouâd do anything I askedâŠwouldnât you, dear..?â You caressed his face, wiping his dumb tears away. He just stared into your lustful eyes before slowly nodding and smiling.
âThats right, baby. Your pretty self belongs to me.â You tilt his head and begin to mark his neck as you continued to fuck into his twitching pussy.
Heâs losing himself, those dumb thoughts about you not loving him still lurked in his mind. Of course you love him! You love him so much that you want to start a family with him, take care of whatever he needs for the rest of his life. He loves you more.
Heâs all smiles and giggles that he doesnât realize that he agreed to letting you finish inside him, till he feels your hot semen shoot inside of him.
His smile slowly falls, his heartbeat speeding up.
ââŠyâŠynâŠ?â You sit up and pull out, grinning at how your cum spills out of keigoâs cute pussy.
âwhat? take some pills, dear. Youâll be fine.â You kiss his forehead ignoring the tears that fell from him as he touches his tummy.
âwhat was it that you wanted to tell me? Iâve got something I wanna say toâ you smile and lay down next to his smaller figure, heâs staring at the ceiling, you keep looking at his side profile waiting for him to answer.
âIâŠ.donât have anything to sayâŠâ he says tiredly. He finally looks at you waiting for what you were gonna say.
âHm..i met someone who could join us next time. Heâs real cute I think you guys could really get along! Donât worry though, kei. Youâre still my favorite babyâŠâ you smile, exhausted, you kiss the blonde one more time before pulling him into a hug.
ââŠ.whatâŠ?â
a/n; you guys rlly like hawks yâall are FREAKS (i love him more)
#i was feeling SALTY#had to crush him⊠i still love him:(#mha hawks#keigo takami#hawks smut#hawks x male reader#hawks x reader#x male reader#dom top reader#top male reader#seme male reader#mha x male reader#bnha x reader#my hero acedamia#boku no hero academia#gay#male reader#smut#dark content
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thinking about, if you have hair that frames your face, Simon holding back your hair when you eat ramen. yeah, yeah, yeah, we love the cult classic (x) holding your hair back when you throw up, but what about this? Simon sitting behind you, idly watching the tv, and his big, tough hands are carefully holding your hair back so you donât get a mouthful with your noodles. between bites heâs combing through your hair with his fingers, reaching back around to hold your hair back when you go in for another bite
#can you tell I got a mouthful of hair with my noodles#no no Iâm not salty about it#not at all#ghost#simon ghost riley#simon riley#ghost cod#ghost call of duty#ghost headcanons#cod#cod thoughts#call of duty#ghost x you#ghost x reader#simon riley x you#simon riley x reader#hit post
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As Above, So Below | Chapter 29: Exceptions| Viktor [Arcane] // Male Reader | Rating: M Throughout
Word Count: ~4.9k Summary: Viktor pushes your buttons until he's busy with other activities Tags: swearing, sexual tension, flirting, kissing, mage-y stuff Last Chpt: First Aid
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Some silent moments pass as you finish patching Viktor upâthankfully without further mention of the kind of effect he has on your nervous system.
The wind still howls, the snowstorm still rages on, but the two of you couldnât be bothered inside these walls.
The air settles easily between you as you trail off into lighter conversationsâViktorâs voice dropping low and gentle as he tells you more about the little things that shape his life.
Like how he loves crossword puzzles, the sound of birds singing in the morning, and skipping stones on the water at dusk. That he likes to have something to sip on when he finds time to cook. That he hates public speaking. That heâs trying to stop picking at the callouses on his palms when he fidgets.
You share your own quirks and stories tooâtelling him about your ever-growing record collection, how Jeff followed you home from the Freljord, how you canât dance for shit but know your way around the pole at the brothel.
You tell him that you donât particularly miss your father, but you do miss his war horse. That you also prefer cooking with a drink in hand, and that youâve been meaning to finish a puzzle that Viktor said he spotted at R&Râs.
When he politely asks if he can help you with it, youâre not sure how anyone could ever tell this man no when his eyes are beaming with that much excitement.
Which is also why you donât have the heart to tell him that itâs not finished because deep down, you hated that puzzle down to its microscopic, way-too-identical, 3,000-piece guts.
It hurt your back to bend over it for so long, it was likely missing a minimum of a dozen pieces at this point, hellâeven the image of some obscure landscape didnât even pique your interest.
But Viktor does.
And who were you to rob him of the little things that he found joy in. To rob yourself of more time that you could spend with him.
Of course you agree.
Youâre about to cap the salve and pack it up when Viktorâs question shifts the conversation back to everything thatâs just transpired.
âDoes ehhâŠanyone else know about you? About what you can do?â His question comes quietly and youâre not sure youâll ever get use to how tender his voice sounds when heâs curious about something sensitive.
âRemy. And my fenceâŠfriend?...â You tinker with that title mentally before shrugging the semantics away. ââŠbut I uhâŠI donât think he remembers.â You scoff under your breath at that probability.
âWhat?â His brow quirks and you realize Viktor doesnât know anything about Kass. âIâm failing to see how this is a forgettable experience.â
Youâre amused that heâs more curious about the manâs memory rather than his questionable occupation, but try to answer all the same. âKass uhâŠfrequently dips into the pool of mind-altering substances.â
âAh,â The machinist offers a small smile and a âYes, I suppose that would do it.â to let that fact lie for now.
You offer a weak grin in return and try to give him a little more context. âHeâs the one that said to ditch my backpack for the shoulder suspenders.â
âThe one who said you would look like a workaholic?â
âThatâs him.â
âHm.â
He pauses with that information and you try to decipher where his mind went. Rather than pry, you just give him a little more. âHe can be a lot. Definitely has some demons hot on his heels, but I think you would like him.â
âIf he suggested that you wear those suspenders, I already do.â
Before you light up the room for the third godsdamned time you pull your hand from Viktorâs and let the glow slowly subside from your fingertips. You quickly eye the leather accessory in the corner of the room, still drying out near the fire when Viktorâs voice pulls your attention back to him.
âSo, Iâm only the third person who knowsâŠthat youâre a mage, I mean.â
His reversion back to the original topic at hand is not unwelcome. You nod, the realization finally hitting you that youâve allowed this crush of three days in on one of the most vulnerable parts about you. A choice your father wouldâve punished you for. Something he wouldâve said would be the death of you if you didnât put Viktor down first.
But you sit calmly, confident in your decision being the right one.
âI justâŠfor both of our safety, have to ask you not to tell anyone elseâŠI know thatâs not fairââ
âOf course thatâs fair.â He interrupts your incoming trail of apologies and you feel that his fingers shifted from his leg to the side of your knee. âAnd you have my word.â His swift understanding only furthers your conviction and your fatherâs voice immediately fades from your mind. âThough, Iâm curiousâwith so few people that knowâwhat made you trust me?â
âIt wasâŠkind of a gut feelingâŠ?â
âSharing something that personal is driven by your microbiome?â
âItâs hard to describe.â
âTry me?â
He clearly wants more, still not sure if youâre being completely honest. You try to explain it better.
âI used to think it was my mother looking out for me. Iâm not so sure about that. Maybe it's just intuition, butâŠsometimes I get thisâŠpull. I donât have a better word but itâs strong. And I know I can trust itâŠso I know I can trust you tooâŠâ
Viktorâs expression softens and he seems to understand despite your poorly worded explanation. You reach for a washrag to dab up any excess salve and it hits why you showed the other man what you could do in the first place.
âThis happened when you tripped up that pickpocket didnât it?â You reach for his arm to assess his wrist one more time, feeling good about your work after checking for any residual inflammation.
Feeling good about having an almost-normal excuse to hold his hand again as well.
Viktor inhales through his mouth which quickly turns into a lopsided grin. He pauses, pressing his lips back together again without saying a word and flicks his gaze from your hands back up.
Feeling his eyes on yours, you stop what youâre doing to glance up at him. In an instant you realize his boyish âIâve been caughtâ expression has probably kept him out of trouble in many instances. Endearing was an understatement you think to yourself as your voice wavers.
âYouâve been sore all night?â The space in between your brows pinch together as that thought sinks in.
âThat wrist is usually sore by the end of every night.â Viktor shrugs offhandedly like it was nothing for him until you catch him peering at his cane in the corner of your eye. You wondered quietly if that was the cause of said everyday soreness.
âWhy didnât you say something?â
âI didnât want to ruin the night.â
âRuin the night? You didnât capsize a boat.â
âThat didnât ruin the night.â
âThis certainly wouldnât have either.â
A quiet âHm.â is all he mumbles as he notices youâve finished up. Thereâs a small selfish part of you that wants to pretend like youâre still working so you can keep his hand in yours awhile longer, but you loosen your grip as a signal that it was fine to move.
âHowâs that feel? Any better?â
Viktor lifts his hand to stretch out his fingers, eyes widening after he experimentally rolls out his wrist. The disbelief that surfaces in his expression evident as he turns his hand with ease. âItâyes much more than usualâŠâ He eyes the salve then your hand before his gaze finds yours again. âHowâŠis that possiâ?â The wily expression that plagues you gives Viktor pause, apprehensively tilting his head, jaw still slack with a brow arched. ââŠWhatâŠ?â
âJust thinking about what it wouldâve been like if you wouldâve told me sooner.â Itâs the first time youâve thrown a little shade at Viktor. You know the man is quick, but you werenât fully prepared for how he fully throws it right back.
With a toothy grin, he scoffs. Pressing his tongue to cheek and begrudgingly nodding at your comment with an âAhâŠâ Viktorâs demeanor shifts into something more playful, catching you completely off guard when he abruptly stands without warning. You reflexively scoot back, nearly falling off of the footrest as you do. He only gives you a teasing shrugâyou can practically hear the sarcastic âwhoopsâ he wants to say before he makes his way towards the door.
Your brows furrow as you get up to shadow him, a puzzled grin forming more fully with each step. âWhat areâŠâ A chuckle escapes you as you try to figure out what heâs up to. âWhere are you going now?â
âOh.â He turns his head like he isnât aware that he has you perfectly confused, motioning to the door with brows raised in feigned innocence. âJust thinking about taking mistress Linda up on that sleepover she so graciously offered.â
âMistress Linâis that actually her name?â Amusement seeps into your tone at his empty threat of joining the woman who recently propositioned him.
âSure.â
âSuuure?â You watch Viktor bite back a laugh as you call him out. âYou donât know her name, but youâre ready to jump into bed with her?â You muse as you take a step closer to him. âYou donât seem the type.â
âIâve been known to make exceptions.â He reaches for the doorknob, giving you a lighthearted challenge before shrugging nonchalantly. âAnd Iâve done worse.â The way he delivers the line, you have to believe him. And the pause it gives you is palpable.
You stand speechless for a moment while he cocks a brow at you to test his honesty. But you do no such thing. Youâre not sure how far heâs gone with anyone, but you begin to realize that he may have more experience than you mightâve initially anticipated.
And based on the sly smile beginning to weave into lips that you imagine would look much better in between your teethâŠyou figure your theory is likely correct.
As he slowly starts to tease apart your self-control, you had to admit, Viktor has you wrapped around his little finger when heâs like this.
Crafty and collected and completely merciless with keeping you on your toes.
Toying with you and testing the waters to see if you were willing to go toe-to-toe with him.
And while your elusive confidence usually made it difficult to find the right words when he was around, wit was a game that brought it back to the forefront.
So, you bite.
âYou could also do better.â
Secretly, youâre just as taken aback as Viktor looks as soon as the words leave your mouth. But still, you double-down and take a step towards the man whose hand is now slowly slipping off of the doorâs handle. He collects himself with a small nodâa touchĂ© before starting to level with you.
âSo, your intentions were to bed me in a cheap room after all?â
âBed you?â You repeat back, his choice of words throwing you for a loop before you pick at the details of his accusation. âViktor, this is far from cheap.â
âYouâre not denying it?â
âDenying what?â
His small turn on his heels draws you a little closer, clearly not backing down from this subtle dance as he quips back.
âIf you want to play coy you shouldâve stayed in the river.â
âCoyâŠwas that a fish pun?â
âYou do seem to love those.â
His crooked grin adequately accents his unfortunately true accusationâŠyou do appreciate the occasional tasteful pun.
âClearly not as much as you seem to love Linda.â
It wasnât your best counterpoint. You were struggling with your rebuttal after taking another step and catching the familiar scent of smoke from the stove and cardamom from Viktor. The smallest hint of herbal soap from his damp hair and the crisp outside air from the cracked window. Each aroma clashing beautifully against the otherâstunning your senses into understanding the proximity closing in.
âWeâre just going to talk, her and I.â
Ohhhh, you could kick yourself for that stupid fucking slip up right about now.
You understand exactly what heâs doing with his reclamation of your words. He wants to hear you say it. Wants to hear what you want. Wants to watch you grapple for control of this back-and-forth, of your flawed logic.
Wants to see you squirm when he fully turns to face you, his chest almost bumping against yours as he straightens his back.
You give in, allowing him to entertain the meaning as much as heâd like.
âI think your mouth might be too busy for that.â
Your new favorite color returns in earnest, staining his cheeks more quickly than he can hide it.
Look at that, youâre back in control.
His smug grin quickly dissolves into hushed breaths, lips parted when you subtly steal a glance at them only to find that heâs trying to steal a glance at yours as well.
Your heart betrays its sure rhythmâŠuntil the other man decides to join you in playing coy, instantly dragging you back into another rapid-fire exchange.
âWhatever do you mean, [Y/n]?â
âIâll tell you when youâre older.â
âQuite the smart ass.â
âQuite the smart tongue.â
âIn more ways than you know.â
âLucky Linda.â
âUnlucky you.â
âUnluckyâŠme?â
Your voice breaks quietly before you drop your gazeâtaking in the meaning behind bold words and wondering how much weight was behind them until he solidifies it.
âMmhm.â
Slowly succumbing to the familiar feeling of defeat as Viktor gets the upper hand of your repartee. Your eyes dart aimlessly over him as you try to pull your thoughts together in a desperate attempt to gain it back.
He catches your pause and quirks a brow, looking quite pleased to have you reeling under his words. With a sigh of exaggerated disappointment complete with a quick click of his tongue, he adds fuel to your fire just as easily as the hearth heâs fed.
âAnd here I thought you had a knack for getting what you wanted.â
Gods you wanted that. Wanted to push him right up against that fucking door. Wanted to close the gap between you, wipe that sly smirk off his face, and make better use of his quick tongue. Wanted to prove that his assumption about you was correctâthat you were a person capable of going for what you wantedâŠor even that you could be for that matter.
For him at leastâŠyou wanted to be.
But there you stood. Wrestling with doubt and nerves and ego as you showed the icicles forming on the windowsill what it really means to be frozen in place.
Then it hits you. That small, hushed piece of information that slipped from the other manâs lips not so long ago.
You decide to take one more stab, relying on Viktorâs integrity when he dismissed mistress whoever-the-fuck within your earshot.
âAnd here I thought you were exactly where you wanted to be tonight.â
Loosening fingers fall the rest of the way from the handle only to be pressed flat against the door behind him. His knuckles carve white into the back of the hand that grips his cane a little bit tighter now. Itâs small, subtleâbut proof that youâve rattled his relatively unflappable demeanor.
Something in him changes and at first you struggle to decipher it. His muscles look tense, particularly the ones in his shoulders as he makes an effort to hold his head high even with his back literally and metaphorically against the wall. You canât tell if heâs surprised that you heard that part of their conversation, or if the meaning behind that sentence actually scared him.
When he pushes his weight off the door it takes every ounce of your being to stay collected. To maintain eye contact with a gaze that was becoming all too easy to drown in. To shake the shiver rolling down your spine when he answers you.
âI amâŠâ
He speaks with confidence but the way honeyed eyes are frantically searching yours says otherwise. Uncertainty becomes apparent as he watches you watching him, his head dipping slowly downward with growing apprehension as he finishes his sentence softer than before.
ââŠwellâŠalmost.â
His breathing gets shaky, stuttering in his chest as it rises and falls. Uncertainty is one thing, but youâre realizing itâs more than that.
âAlmost?â
Heâs nervous.
âAlmost.â
Just like you.
âŠ
But unlike you,
âWhereâŠwould you rather beâŠ?â
Nerves donât get in the way of what he wants.
âŠ
âŠ
âŠ
ââŠhere.â
Viktorâs voice softens and before you can speculateâbefore he has a chance to change his mindâhe leans forward to close the gap separating you.
His lips press against yours with a tenderness that stuns you into place. Heâs unhurried. Resolute. Like kissing you was the most natural thing in the world for him.
Like he was in fact, exactly where he wanted to be for the night.
Regardless of his finesse, your body goes rigid as you reflexively grab ahold of his forearm for support.
âŠWhich he doesnât seem to mind in the slightest.
He returns your stiff grip with a tentative touchâhis fingers extending lightly along the underside of your armâsoothing you despite the tight hold you have on him.
Itâs such a small, soft motionâŠbut it settles you. Immediately for that matter. Thatâs when it hits you that Viktor was actually right about what he said earlier.
Time really had no place when he was with you.
In the span of a sharp breath, you donât know at which point your eyes fluttered shut. Or when you stopped thinking. Let alone when you stopped breathing. When your grip loosened, when your jaw unclenched. When your worries lifted into nothingness.
When the noise settled and everything finally feltâŠstill.
Something you havenât felt in yearsâŠ
And just in time for Viktor to pull away.
As you feel him shift his weight back you all but catch yourself from greedily leaning forward. Leaving you looking practically starved, and clearly craving more than a mere sampleâŠas delicious as it was.
Not yet ready to relinquish the small peck, your eyes hold onto what your lips couldnât.
Doused with the same state, Viktorâs own lips remain parted, likely still lingering with the sensation of having yours pressed against them. A sensation it seemed he also wasnât quite ready to surrender by the looks of it.
When your eyes meet, heavy and cautious and equally full of need for the other, Viktor tilts his head just slightly. His dark brows furrow, knitted with contemplation or curiosityâmaybe both. But you recognize the purpose behind that look.
Heâs trying to read you.
And rivaling the very book you pulled from the shelf, you let him.
He easily pages through your wanting expression, mulls over your body language until you catch him glance back at your mouth with a gaze that transitions from reserved to ravenous in a blink before meeting your eyes again.
Neither of you say a word. Neither of you have to.
He just quirks a brow at you.
Quicker than usual.
More intentional.
Not at all the expression youâve seen when something has piqued his curiosity. Or when heâs wanting more insight that was initially provided.
No, this was something else.
This was a wordless way to say, âyour moveâ. An affirmation that there could be more if you wanted it. Wanted him.
This wasnât a request for more information.
It was a request for moreâŠof you.
âŠ
Maybe itâs just your imagination, but in the corner of your eye, you couldâve sworn you saw one of the icicles break away from the sill.
âŠ
Turns out youâre tired of being frozen too.
Finally, you moveâleaning forward and tipping your head to catch Viktorâs lips more fully than before. You can hear him inhale sharply at the sudden contact, can picture his brows pinching together in concentrationâŠ
âŠcan feel his back hit the wall with a resounding âthud' as your actions come a bit more rushed than you intended. A soft âmmphâ escapes from his lips to yours at the impact, his hand jerking from your forearm to your delt for balance, but he doesnât break the kiss.
Still, you consider pulling back to make sure heâs alright. To apologize for quite literally throwing yourself at the other man. You place your hands against the surface on either side of his hips, bracing to push yourself away.
But his arm wraps around your shoulders insteadâpulling you closer and reassuring you that heâs okay. That this is okay.
âŠmore than okay.
It doesnât seem like his first kiss, and it definitely isnât yours, but judging by how much you both have clearly been wanting this, it might as well be.
Your hands are clumsy when you blindly reach for his waistâscraping your knuckles on the wooden door as you add to the symphony of thuds pounding against it.
And Viktorâs moments are no smoother.
Abandoning his support, his palm warms your cheek as slender fingers splay wildly against your ear and neck. You can feel him straining, his digits curling slightly before releasingâlike he was holding onto his self-control by a thread. Fighting with himself from being too rough with you.
Too hungry for you.
Too consumed by you to care that his actions are quickly followed by a boisterous clank as his cane hits the floor.
âŠWhich only seems to spur you both on.
Viktorâs lips crash against yours again and again. Each kiss becoming more desperate than the last with each breath sounding harsher in between. Your need for each other easily outweighing the desire to come up for air as the sound of huffs fill the room.
A small experimental press into your shoulder has you shift your stance, staggering your legs in between Viktorâs to accommodate the slight imbalance. You can feel his weight begin to fully settle onto you and you happily hold him against the door while his other hand drifts from your cheek.
Inch by agonizing inch his hand trails downwardsâreading the lines that have shaped your history and sculpted your features like brail under his fingertips. His touch is cautiousâŠcuriousâmoving carefully over your chest, following each curve that dips around tense muscles and scars that never healed quite right.
You sigh into him while he explores you, pausing his pursuit on the raised line left from a bullet grazing you the day your parents died. He tables the questions churning in his mind to tilt his head and kiss you deeper.
Soothe your old wounds with magic of his own.
He presses his lips to yours more gently than the last time, slowing the adrenaline-fueled pace before you feel the featherlight touch of his tongue brushing along your lower lip. Your breath hitches as you savor how soft he is with you. How his movements are so delicate despite the tangible desire brimming just beneath their surface.
Itâs quite the dichotomy. Strong enough to knock the air out of you.
In the form of a moan, sure. Which Viktor gladly muffles when he feels you part your lips for him. His tongue eagerly begins to dance with yours, moving slowly at first while he gets use to you before easily falling into a back and forth of give and take.
The thin fabric of his shirt leaves little to the imagination as your own hands begin to wander, running up his back before languidly trailing down again. He arches into your touchâpulls you closer while you start to memorize the curvature of his spine, the edges of his shoulder blades, the indents of his hips.
Itâs effortlessâgetting lost in Viktor. His skin radiates a warmth that draws you in like a moth to a flame. You canât help but consider the likelihood of his rising temperature being a byproduct of the arcane that recently resonated inside of him.
And that gives you an unexpected rush that you canât explain.
Something along the lines of he can understand you on a base level that no one else has been able to even come close to reaching. Knows what itâs like to have something entirely unruly course through his veins without a compass or care. Knows the static and heat and tension and release of it all.
A micro-dosed version of it, sure.
A micro dose is more than enough in a world sober of magic. And more than enough to fully lose your inhibitions with him.
Deft fingers drag slow as molasses along your stomach, rippling over the contours that are already wound tightly in knots. You can feel him hum approvingly, clearly enjoying how your muscles tense under his teasing.
But not as much as you enjoy the sound he makes when you catch his lip between your teeth.
Itâs a hushed groan caught in the crosshairs of surprise and pleasure. Barely above a murmur, but audible evidence that heâs come a little more undone. You give a light tug and match the subdued sigh that you pull from his lips, warmth blooming in your chest while his fingers dig into your shoulder and abdomen.
When you let go you can feel his smile while he chases evasive breaths, lips catching on yours lightly with each word that passes from them.
âAnd youâŠâ He chuckles softly before finishing. ââŠsaid you donât bite.â He follows his statement by taking the leadâpushing himself off the door, snaking an arm around your waist, and taking shallow steps to walk you backwards.
âI madeâŠâ You grin at his callback, trying to find your breath as well in between kisses and footsteps. ââŠan exception.â
âDo you make those often?â His voice sounds shot, graveled with passion that grows with each step. âExceptionsâŠâ
âFrom time to time.â Your ears are burning and youâve been so caught up in his aftershocks that you barely notice the pressure thatâs caused your skimpy ass shorts to get tighter. You reinforce your own voice, playing into his question that you know is alluding to the common rules of a first date. âWeâve already made quite a fewâŠâ
âWhat likeâŠassault?â
His clever response causes you to grin into a small kiss, your tongue teasing his before you correct him. âWell, battery. Technically.â
âThatâsâŠnot better.â
After another kiss, another step you manage to answer back with a crime of his own from the evening. âAnd how about theft?â
A playful nibble on your lip hitches your breath before he hums another rule broken from the list. âMm. Vandalism.â
Gradually you get use to letting him steer you blind, your movements shifting from an uneven shuffle to steady-ish steps. You figure he trusted you mending him with raw magicâyou can trust him not to let you fall on these expensive floors.
Not that you would care at this point anyway.
âCanât forget about gambling.â
âOf course not.â
The backs of your knees hit the bedframe and you both stop in your tracks.
His focus travels.
Yours follows.
A glance behind you puts the luxe mattress layered with more blankets and pillows than you have in your entire loft into plain view. The implications of what comes after sitting heavy in the air as Viktorâs hands fall to your hips.
Your half-lidded vision is blurred but mesmerized by the way his whiskey eyes drink you in. His gaze moves down your chest and over your stomach until it drops low enough to make your cheeks flush.
âWe couldâŠjust retire for the night, [Y/n].â His tone gives you all of the comfort in the world that it was okay to do so as he lifts a hand to cradle your cheek. âFalling asleep beside youââ He pauses, a sincere smile pulling at his lips while he imagines what that looks like. âThat would be enough for me.â
Kind, warm eyes reflect the honesty behind sweet words. You match his smile and get lost in his touch, leaning into his palm before placing your hand on his. Thin fabric still leaving little to the imagination, you only have to glimpse down for a second to steel your thoughts into a word.
âUnlessâŠ?â
âUnlessâŠâ Warm ignites into to a smolder, sweet swiftly becomes sultry, and his touch fades from your cheek to fidget with the hem of your shirt.
âYouâd like to make one more exception with meâŠâ
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A/N: Oh it's HEATIN' UP--thanks to everyone for being patient with this chapter, it took a minute to fully form and write up and I hope it gives some warm fuzzies during these TRYING times :) Also wanted to say hi hello and welcome to any new folks! I am loving every comment, they seriously make my day. I'm so glad y'all are here and hope you enjoy the read! This is definitely a longer fic that started as a comfort read/be a place to visit if you've had a hard day and has turned into an entire story that I'm really excited to continue. I'm not sure how far into season 2 we'll go yet since we still have a few episodes left, but I'll be sure to include some tidbits and little easter eggs regardless of where to story finishes. Thank you also for the follows, feedback, likes, shares and everything in between. It means the world to me and I'm beyond humbled this lil thing has brought some folks even a little bit of joy. If you're feeling wild, my ko-fi is linked to my pinned post and in my lil sidebar (no pressure ever, I do this for free and because I love it)...But if there's a dollar in there I will be telling my homophobic dad his son made a buck writing gay smut at the family dinner next week.Â
And if that isn't success I don't know what is. Anyway, thank you again for reading and I hope everyone is doing well out there! Cheers, Ghost
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You and the League of Villains are at a wedding and the bride tosses the bouquet. Your competitive gamer boyfriend, Shigaraki, runs through the crowd of women and catches it, then looks around like âWhat do I win?!â
#Mr. Compress explains to him what that means#Shigaraki is like âđ fuckâ#Magne and Toga in the crowd salty as hell đ#boku no hero academia#bnha#my hero academia#mha#league of villains#shigaraki#tomura#tomura shigaraki#shigaraki tomura#tenko shimura#tomura x reader#shigaraki x reader#bnha x reader#mha x reader
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everyone is âi love jason todd for his personality and his character! Heâd so charming! A gentleman! He reads!â
until gotham knights jason todd is on screen
#idk why im so salty about this rn#but it just goes to show how people will say theyre one thing and then their true colours will show instantly#jason todd#jason todd x reader#missy talk#red hood#gotham knights#gotham knights jason todd#gk!jason todd
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i choked on my lemonade XD
heâs gonna bring this up all the time isnât he?
kdj: hey why didnât you text back when i asked you what you wanted for dinner?
yjh: oh you mean itâs not written in your damn book?
#heâs so salty i canât#itâs a fun post cannon fic idea#omniscient reader's viewpoint#kim dokja#omniscent reader#orv kdj#orv kim dokja#joongdok#yoo joonghyuk#yoo junghyuk#orv spoilers#the orv reading experience#fic ideas#orv350to399#fav
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heâs definitely not a working class hero, but if your critique of jin guangyaoâs âambitious social climbingâ at all hinges on arguments that boil down to ânot knowing his place,â then boy do i have news for you about where you yourself might fall on the âunion manâ to âunion busterâ spectrum.
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#no iâm not done bitching about this apparently#salty peak sect đ§#i donât expect class solidarity from jgy#in part because there is no working class the way we envision it in mdzs#i do expect better from readers of these books#tho maybe i shouldnât at this point
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imagine Chris kissing your tears away and bringing you into a hug and whispering in ur ear how much he loves you
gentle lips lightly pressing against your wet face, you hiccup as your crying begins to slow down. "i love my lil crybaby.." chris mutters against your skin. you lean into his arms when he pulls away from your face. he holds you close and tight, making sure you know that he's not leaving your side.. metaphorically and literally. he whispers sweet nothings into your ear until he removes one of his hands from your waist. he swipes his thumb under your eye, swiping a tear drop. experimentally, he licks his thumb without a thought in his mind. "salty" is all he has to say to get a smile on your face again.
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The first rule of writing horror is looking at the horrors
The second rule of writing horror is don't write about horrible things if you don't want to write horror
#like yes sometimes not showing the monster is good because it makes it scarier to lean on the reader's imagination#but you yourself as the writer must look at the monster#you must look at it to be able to tell the reader why they don't want to look at it#and ânot showing itâ is supposed to be scarier because you know it's there#not a comfort because you don't have to face it#you can't let the viewer ignore the monster just because it's off camera field you can't ignore the monster just because it's off field#yes this is about dc#and succession#still salty about the way they handle the csa#and the child murder in dc#dc comics#dc#succession#roman roy#jason todd#stephanie brown#spoiler#red hood#robin#robin ii#robin iv#tw csa mention#batgirl#batman & robin#jason todd robin#jaybin#stephanie brown spoiler#war games#a death in the family#the ghost of csa weighing on Jason's and Roman's characterization but never properly addressed
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hey i cant stop thinking about finance or mathematics teacher nanami x art teacher reader and reader is shamelessly eccentric with their bright coloured clothes, some of which they make themselves, their fancy shoes, elaborate hairstyles/head-wraps, odd earrings, a very messy desk (but they know where and what everything is), talkativeness and emotionality with a loud passion for the arts and itâs importance in societyâŠ
âŠand then theres nanami who isâŠjust so different from you. heâs all astute, logical, two or three piece suits, simple, slicked back hair, quiet, neat, believes he fits in, stresses the importance (and sometimes, superiority) of industries and just the subjects of math and finances and economics and everything in between.
and in a way, he stands out like you do, due to your unique shared passion of your favourite subjects and your dedication to teaching such subjects and helping your students to understand their necessity.
too bad the passion you both have for your favoured subjects is the reason for your initial, mutual dislike for one another ;(
#what does everyone think :3#can you tell that âastuteâ is my new favourite word#reader is so salty that nanamiâs department gets more funding.. (me too</3)#he subtly rubs that in readers face bc heâs such an ass <3#you both glare at each other in the hallway#but for some reason when someone insults you bc of your subject of teaching nanami is quick to defend you. wonder what thatâs abt đ€#itâs giving troyâs dad and the theatre teacher from hsm#also i know economics finance and math are three different things okieeee!!!#nanami x reader#nanami headcanons#sexlapis drabbles
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As Above, So Below | Chapter 28: First Aid | Viktor [Arcane] // Male Reader | Rating: M Throughout
Word Count: ~2.1k Summary: You patch Viktor up real cute like Tags: swearing, sexual tension, flirting, little bit o'fluff, mage-y stuff Last Chpt: Scary Stories
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The way Viktorâs eyes light up competes against the blue energy illuminating the dim room itself.
Your abilities were nothing like what you had seen your mother accomplish. If you were being honest, she made your skills look like parlor tricksâin your self-critical mind at least.
But to Viktor you could see his curiosity shift into captivation. Awestruck with admiration of what should be impossibleâŠ
But not with you.
Not right now, at least.
You see a man of science wide-eyed with wonder at something heâs never seen before. Which is something you have never seen before.
Youâd never seen the way in which heavy brows lift light as a feather while Viktorâs mind tries to make sense of what heâs witnessing. Or how wide his smile can grow before a small huff of disbelief escapes him. Let alone how striking the blue-white glow from your fingertips highlights just how sharp his features are. You canât put into words how striking he looks when youâre providing the source of light accentuating his attributes.
Itâs a moment that you know will never happen quite like this again. A moment where you can only marvel at one another, completely enthralled.
And utterly speechless.
But youâre on borrowed time with what you could do. As much as you wanted this moment to last, you knew that your abilities wouldnât. That was enough for you to hold your hand out to him, silently asking if heâs ready to begin.
And despite the rather unusual light display emanating from your fingers, the other man doesnât even hesitate to place his hand back in between yours.
Being somewhat out of practice you decide to start small, lightly adding the charged balm to his wrist to get him used to the feeling. You notice him tense a little but nothing more, so you direct a small amount of energy to the site of his injury until you hear his breath catch in his throat.
âDoing alright?â You pause to glance back up at him. His mouth parts slightly before giving a quick nod.
âYes,â it sounds more like a whisper before his breath staggering into a chuckle. âJust ehhâŠtingles more than the one I usually use.â
âSorry, I shouldâve warned you about that.â You smile, apologetically rolling your thumb side to side over his wrist. âMeans itâs working.â
Another small nod in understanding gives you the go-ahead to continue. Gingerly you outline the tendons in his wrist, moving slowly to soothe the swelling in his joints. Taut muscles begin to loosen under your touch as he acclimates to the buzzing sensation that pulses through him until what he says finally hits you.
âThat old salve still tingles?â Youâre surprised by that. Your mother had tricks that you never got the chance to learn, sure. But still, thatâs a long time for healing magic to remain that potentâŠeven for someone like her.
He nods, eyes never leaving your hands as they work. âWell, not quite as raw asâŠâ he motions down at said hands for reference. ââthis, but yes. Should it not?â
âMmâŠI mean itâs not a bad thing.â You hum, brows pinching together perplexed. âJust strange that itâs lasted this long. I knew she could draw out medicinal effects for longerâŠslow the decomposition process. But not like that, that soundsâŠamplified somehow.â You shake your head with an inhale, knowing there was no longer a way to understand how she managed to pull that off. It wasnât like you could ask her now, could you?
That thought puts a pit in your stomach. You push it away for now.
âI believe her assistant had something to do with that during one of his visits.â
BlasĂ© words pivot the pit, halt your thoughts and still your movements momentarily. A puzzled blink is all you can manage before looking up again. ââŠHer what?â
âAssistantâŠ?â Curious eyes meet yours while you mentally parse through who she wouldâve even trusted for that kind of task. Not to mention how you never met him. Viktor sees your confusion and tries to describe the manâs features to the best of his ability.
âEhhâŠletâs see⊠goggles, salt and pepper hairâŠdefinedâŠarms?â He asks, seeing if anything rang a bell for you yet.
But nothing does. You had no idea who he was talking about...although one attribute did draw your attention.
âDefinedâŠarms.â You repeat back, unsuccessfully preventing a grin to grace your expression as he unsuccessfully prevents the visible embarrassment to grace his own.
âWellâŠyes.â He scoffs before he tries to explain himself in excessive detail. âI never really saw his face. Each visit he always wore some kind of covering. I had a cough for a bit and just assumed it was to prevent infection at first, but he wore it even after I was better.â
Thereâs a pause in his explanation and he notices your eyebrow lifting slowly, challenging his tangent as he tries to save face. âSo apart from the lack of sleevesâŠit wasâŠâ He shakes his head at you while you fail to hold back your amusement. âYou wouldâve noticed too.â
âWould I?â You smile at him warmly before going back to what you were doing. âSounds like youâre fond of him.â
âIntrigued, would be more accurate.â He admits before splaying his fingers out as you get back to work. âDespite his penchant for beingâŠdistant. Reclusive even.â
Your grin broadens as you map out the tendons lining his carpals, teasing him just a tad as you go. âIs this your way of telling me that you have a soft spot for stoic daddies?â
âHush.â You can hear the smile in his voice before he continues. âI will say however, I was inspired by his dedication. It was honorable.â
âHow do you mean?â
His tone settles from amused to subdued as he reminisces. âWhen I was a boy, I remember overhearing him talking to my parents about still âgrieving over lossâ. Over the span of many years from what I could tell. ItâŠsounded like he missed someone very much, regardless of the amount of time that passed.â
âThat mustâve been a really dark place for him.â
âDoubtlessly.â He pauses before adding to that answer. âBut despite that. And despite the fact that he couldnât bring anyone backâhe still believed he could help me. He still wanted to help me. He said he wanted toâand these are his wordsââ Viktorâs voice drops lower, gruffer as he light-heartedly quotes the mystery mage. âââuse this godsdamned gift for betterment. Just once.ââ
Yeah. Relatable.
âMan after my own heart.â
âAnd mine. AlthoughâŠâ Viktor slips back into contemplation for a second before stating his experience. âHe did seem to have tunnel vision about the person he lost. IâŠcouldâve sworn I even heard him muttering something about the possibility of seeing one another againâŠâ He checks in with you, inquisitive eyes pulling your gaze for a moment and asking for confirmation on if that was a practice you knew of.
âWhat you mean likeâŠnecromancy?â
âI know how it soundsâŠâ his tone falters but you reassure him quickly.
âAs we both know, my mentorship in the arcane got cut a little short.â You give a weak smile before tending to him again. âSo just because itâs not something Iâve heard of, doesnât mean it canât exist. ActuallyâŠ.â You cock your head as you consider that possibility. âThat would be something I couldâve seen my mother keep from me. And my father for that matterâŠIâm sure he wouldâve loved an undead army for himself.â
In the corner of your eye you catch Viktorâs thin smile, seemingly appreciative for not thinking his question too odd. âWhen I asked my parents about it, they just said it was impossible. But there was a time when they wouldâve said that aboutââ He looks around the room and takes in the scene.
Slowly, subconsciously, the energy radiating from your fingers became less static and more fluidârolling like small waves through you and filling the room with an almost still glow. His brows arch with a touch of his own disbelief that still lingered before finishing his thought.
ââall of this, too...â He speaks softly and something in him shifts. Whatever it was, he dismisses the thought with a subtle shake of his head. âAll this to say, in truth, Iâm not sure betterment was something he was really all that interested in.â
âYou think helping you was somehow him helping himself?â
âWhen you put it that wayâŠIâm not sure.â He tips his head side to side as he weighs out the arguments in his mind. âAltruism is a tricky concept.â
âPsychological egoism does throw a wrench in the works.â
âHah. That it does.â He seems to appreciate the conversationâs small dip into philosophy before finishing his thought. âFor years itâs made me wonder if maybe he owed your mother a favor? Or if my parents advocated for me?â
âDid you get to chance to ask them?â
âYour mother was kindâshe said time had just been unkind to him so he was a little rough around the edges, nothing more. My parents only told me not to worry about it.â Frustration finds its way into the man across from you as you feel his fingers twitch in yours. You reflexively loosen your grip for him as you listen.
âBut how could I possibly do that? How could I not want to understand why out of everyone, anyoneâŠhe chose a complete stranger.â Thereâs a small pause while you admire how caught up he gets in his memoriesâŠuntil he isnât anymore. âEspecially when he seemed so adamant on keeping his distance from me.â
Catching the sting in his tone, you try to lighten the mood, setting your thousands of questions aside to soothe the creases forming in between his brows.
âWhat a dick.â
He huffs a breathy laugh, adding a âmaybeâ to neither confirm nor deny your accusation. Youâre learning he doesnât like not knowing why something happens, which is a tough problem to help him solve given you were likely freezing your ass off in the Freljord when all this took place.
âMy father used to tell me a phraseâŠsomething about not punching a gifted horse in the face.â You grimace trying to grasp the actual verbiage, but Viktor is quick to recall the butchered reference.
âI think itâs ânever look a gift horse in the mouth.ââ
âWhatever, he would tell me that whenever he wanted to shut me up.â The other man smirks as you dismiss the proper phrasing to focus on your pointâyour eyes meeting his and your voice softening as you do so. âBut that usually meant I was asking the right questions.â
Viktorâs expression softens as well, understanding your analogy better than you probably couldâve worded it. Thereâs a pause as he sits with that, a small curl at the corner of his lips and then you feel him squeeze your hand.
Itâs a small thing. A quiet âthank youâ.
But itâs enough to make you mentally curse yourself for letting your heartbeat spike.
The liquid blue light hums and flares for a few seconds, whipping around the room erratically to match the intensity of your quickening pulse. A normal person would blush, maybe shyly look away or something cute like that.
Oh, but not you.
No, youâre wearing your reactions on the inside out, every fiber of your being on display for Viktor to bear witness to. He flashes a glance around the room then down at your fingertips that are buzzing stronger than ever on his skin and you swear under your breath while you subdue the energy.
You donât need to look up to know the wry grin pulling at the corner of his mouth. You can hear it in his tone.
âAll that for me?â
You clear your throat and busy yourself againâŠeven though the resistance in his tendons has died down and your work here is pretty much done.
âHeld in a sneeze.â
You lie through your teeth.
âAh.â
âŠand he knows it.
âAllergic to snow?â
âVery.â
âI suppose it does need a particle of dust to form. That must be difficult for you.â
Unable to tell if heâs messing with you or genuinely trying to make sense of your pseudo sinus issues, you look up one more time. His grin is crooked and his eyes are bright, impish even before he gives you a quick wink. It confuses you for a moment until you feel it.
He squeezes your hand again, lets his thumb slowly roll down your fingers just for good measure.
Itâs a small thing. A quiet acknowledgement that he knows better.
But itâs enough to make you mentally curse yourself for letting your heartbeat spikeâŠagain.
Amidst the second round of humming and flares of liquid blue light whipping around the room to match the intensity of your quickening fucking pulse, Viktorâs gaze lifts back to the chaos collecting around the two of you, his grin growing more and more smug by the second before he murmurs softly.
âMm. Bless you.â
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A/N: Thank you again for reading and I hope y'all are doing well out there!
-Ghost
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Beastars Incorrect Quotes#5 Sad Puppy-
Louis*Making his way to the club room, he spots Legoshi gazing out the window*What are you doing you, oaf?
Legoshi: They're pretty...*Fawns as he looks down at you sitting below a tree with a book with Butterflies flying around you*
Louis*Looks down to see who he is gazing at and looks at Legoshi*And you're ugly, Now get back to work*Grabs A lovesick Wolf by his suspenders to get him to go to the club room meeting*
#beastars#beastars x human reader#beastars x y/n#beastars x reader#legoshi x reader#legoshi x human reader#beastars legoshi#legoshi x y/n#beastars legoshi x reader#beastars louis#salty deer boi#beastars fluff#beastars louis x reader#beastars in the nutshell#beastars incorrect quotes#incorrect quotes
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As if I haven't partaken witnessing the Cregan spiciness on this blog already but I have offerings:
https://www.tumblr.com/dumb-djarin/729320324235132928?source=share
https://www.tumblr.com/citrinebunny/720173948910845952?source=share
These r Cregan Coded Dipper I just know it -đ§
oh my god salty i love you. youâre so right iâm hurting
âhis knuckles were bloody and split from defending my honorâ OHHHH being disrespected by a drunk council memberâŠ. n cregan looks at him, waits for him to take it back, and when he doesnât, literally just socks him in the mouth. yeah⊠safe to say when itâs all over and you both retire to your chambers for the night youâre pouncing on him
AND HIM ARRRRF him pinning you with his weightâŠ.. oh need need need i canât say more or else theyâll tske my freedom of speech away
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Soft-domming Neuvillette, taking care of him and all of his stresses from the day⊠letting him melt against you in bed, gently sucking at your nipple while you languidly stroke his weeping cock. Youâll know when he gets close, even with the slow paceâ rain begins to patter against the windows, and you might feel a droplet or two on your chest, his breath stuttering softly and eyelashes fluttering with crystalline tears as he spills over your hand.
#you could also be a bit meaner⊠making him ask to cum⊠making him lick up your hand after jacking him off#I bet he winces at the taste of himself sometimes⊠itâs just salty in a way his favorite waters donât tend to be#genshin smut#neuvillette x y/n#neuvillete smut#neuvillete x reader#mdni#nsft
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