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oh-my-damn · 2 years ago
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Too many chris fans cant deal with their Prince Charming not being Prince Charming.
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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 đŸ˜ŒđŸ„°
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messrmoonyy · 10 months ago
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-What they’re like as your bf/gf (Hcs) 18+
Arthur Morgan, John Marston, Dutch Van Der Linde, Sadie Adler, Molly O’Shea
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Request- Hi if it’s okay could I ask for some hcs of some of the gang and what they’re like dating with you? NSFW ones toooo🙈🙊 could you include Arthur, John, Dutch, Sadie, Javier and maybe any of the other girls Mary-Beth or Molly or Karen? Thank you đŸ™đŸ»
A/N- I didn’t include Javier cause I like barely speak with him in camp or anything idk I don’t vibe with Javier tbh. And I saw my chance to word vomit my Molly brain rot and ran with it so she’s the girl I picked. Hope this is okay! Enjoy :)
Masterlist - requests are open :)
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Arthur Morgan
- We’ve all seen how he was with Mary. He’d 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
- He’s 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.
- He’s so much more than a tough, burly cowboy. He’s 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
- “ there’s my girl, doin so good for me darlin “ “ jus’ like that darlin, let me take good care of ya “
- 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 it’s risky, but he loves the closeness. And if he’s feeling particularly risky he’ll definitely push his come back into you with his fingers “ don’t waste it now “
- Grips The headboard.
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John Marston
- he’s stupid. He really is. He’ll be head over heels for you, with you clearly reciprocating those feelings and he’d still think you didn’t like him like that.
- Like. You could kiss him and he’d still be like ‘ what are we? ‘
- When he does finally put two and two together he’ll have no shame or cautions in showing you off.
- He’s handsy. Likes coming up behind you when you’re 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 he’s 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 you’d let him and Lord has he tried.
- Not very serious most of the time.
- Pretty vocal. And doesn’t really care if anyone’s listening either.
- Like i said, he’s 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 he’s handsy.
- But also isn’t opposed to you on your back, legs over his shoulders. Presses kisses to your ankles and makes jokes about how good the view is.
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Dutch Van Der Linde
- he’s not the most attentive of people at times. He’s constantly in his head and constantly thinking about things that aren’t 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 it’s 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 he’s 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 doesn’t care where he is or who’s watching him, he’ll loop an arm around your waist to kiss your neck, pull you onto his lap when he’s 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
- He’ll 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 đŸ€đŸ» Dutch Van Der Linde
- He’s never too mean. And his degrading comments are more often than not laced with something sweet.
- Dacryphilic. 100000%. He loves watching you cry because he’s worked you into such an overstimulated mess.
- He’ll swipe your tears away or kiss them from your cheeks “ well isn’t that just a pretty sight? “ “ those tears for me, my angel? “
- 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. It’s a power thing. And he’s a cocky son of a bitch.
- Sat back in his chair and won’t lift a damn finger to help you out, won’t even unbuckle his belt. And don’t tell me he doesn’t smoke whilst he watches you.
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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 she’s 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. It’s hers now. Or should I say, yours.
- If your hairs long enough she’ll 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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- Sadie’s gained control over literally everything else in life, and it doesn’t change in the bedroom
- She trusts you whole heartedly but she’s 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 she’s giving you
- Full of praise “ ain’t you just the prettiest thing? “ “ oh look at you! D’ya know how pretty you look from here? “ “ always such a good girl for me “
- Has a thing for putting her fingers in your mouth. Especially after she’s 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
- It’s never long before she absolutely has to have her hands on you though in the end.
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Molly O’Shea
- sheeeee has some trust issues. And abandonment issues. She’s just
 she’s 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. She’ll spiral without constant reassurance “ d’you even love me anymore? “ “did I do somethin wrong? Haven’t told me you love me today “
- She knows deep down you do love her. She’s 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
- She’ll write you sappy romantic poetry and leave you lil notes
- You’ll 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.
- She’s not completely submissive though. She’ll 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 she’s 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 she’s doing well, worship her. Which is incredibly easy for you cause like fucking look at her she’s 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.
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finsplurtz · 6 months ago
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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)
— GUYS NEWSFLASH first time writing ftm character hahaha erm i hope i didn’t fuck this up😱😱🙏🙏 (i lvoe dis requets)
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something more — keigo.takami
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— dom ! male.reader x ftm ! sub ! Keigo Takami
— contents : afab ! Hawks , use of pussy cunt clit and stuff
. Sugardaddy reader , tooo much yap , hawks falls in love with u
 er praising , a bit of breeding kink , u might get him pregnant actually
, :( ending..
warnings : love NOT reciprocated sowwy
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âœ©Â°ïœĄ ⋆⾜ 🎧✼
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 gone

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.
“thank you..! uh where was it..?” he nervously, struggling to light his cigarette up.
“you left it behind at the bar.” you took the lighter and lit it for the blonde.
“ah..thank you..” he smiled looking away.
“Ya know, you’re 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 haha” you chuckled dipping your hands into your pockets.
“uh yeah sorry I was
I just needed to take in some fresh air” he seemed a bit more calmer than he was a second ago- he couldn’t get anyone else to pay his drink. that’s why he left the bar.
“mhh. well. I was wondering if maybe I could spend a night with you?” Hawks perked up and looked at you. You were
.tall and handsome..you had a nice face

.
“sorry I don’t go around and—“
You held out 200$ to him, waiting for him to take it. “how ‘bout it?” you look at him and smirk.
one night..couldn’t be bad plus, 200 dollars??
“alright then, mister.” He takes the money and smiles at you.
well that’s how you met keigo. after one night you proposed the idea of being his sugar daddy and since the sex wasn’t bad at all, and you paid good money, there was no harm!
overtime you guys became very fond of each other, you weren’t just some cash pig to him, you were special. but to you
..he was sure he was just a fuck toy for you.
you weren’t that old, you had great looks so- why haven’t you gotten a wife? or husband?? a great business guy like you would’ve had someone special by his side by now.
“hey yn
would you ever want to start a family at some point?” 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. “someday, but not now” you were working on your laptop, you kept typing away.
“hmm
” he stood up and walked over to where you were and sat next to you, cuddling your arm.
“what’s wrong, baby?” 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 wasn’t 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 he’d 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 wasn’t that kind of relationship.
but he started to fall for you. badly. at one point he didn’t 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 this
thing 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! There’s 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 didn’t like this guy
.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..
“uh- yn wait I
need to..” 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.
“I just need to
t..tell
” his words started to get stuck in his throat, nothing was coming out why couldn’t he just spill it out.
“you’re so cute Kei, baby
” you sat up and removed his pants as he squirmed, propped his legs on your shoulder and kissed the inside of his thighs.
“ahh..yn p..please let mhh..~” 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 he’d 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.
“F-fuck! I’ll c..com..~” 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.
“w
wait
no condo-..mm
?” He looked so out of it and cute covering his cunt with his hand.
“what
don’t want my babies
?” you coo gently taking his hand off and leaning down into his ear.
“we’d make the cutest babies..” you harshly grab his hips and slam into him earning a scream from the younger male. He shouldn’t have found that as hot as he did, he’s holding onto you and biting your shoulder as you violate his stupid cunt.
He’s 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 ‘I love you’.
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.
“Soo pretty, hon
.aren’t you such a good boy for me..” 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.
“You’d do anything I asked
wouldn’t you, dear..?” You caressed his face, wiping his dumb tears away. He just stared into your lustful eyes before slowly nodding and smiling.
“Thats right, baby. Your pretty self belongs to me.” You tilt his head and begin to mark his neck as you continued to fuck into his twitching pussy.
He’s 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.
He’s all smiles and giggles that he doesn’t 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.
“
y
yn
?” You sit up and pull out, grinning at how your cum spills out of keigo’s cute pussy.
“what? take some pills, dear. You’ll be fine.” You kiss his forehead ignoring the tears that fell from him as he touches his tummy.
“what was it that you wanted to tell me? I’ve got something I wanna say to” you smile and lay down next to his smaller figure, he’s staring at the ceiling, you keep looking at his side profile waiting for him to answer.
“I
.don’t have anything to say
” he says tiredly. He finally looks at you waiting for what you were gonna say.
“Hm..i met someone who could join us next time. He’s real cute I think you guys could really get along! Don’t worry though, kei. You’re still my favorite baby
” you smile, exhausted, you kiss the blonde one more time before pulling him into a hug.
“
.what
?”
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a/n; you guys rlly like hawks y’all are FREAKS (i love him more)
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machveil · 23 days ago
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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 don’t get a mouthful with your noodles. between bites he’s combing through your hair with his fingers, reaching back around to hold your hair back when you go in for another bite
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that-salty-ghost · 2 months ago
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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
Check my pinned post for more details/previous chapters/etc.
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Some silent moments pass as you finish patching Viktor up—thankfully 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 couldn’t be bothered inside these walls.
The air settles easily between you as you trail off into lighter conversations—Viktor’s 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 he’s trying to stop picking at the callouses on his palms when he fidgets.
You share your own quirks and stories too—telling him about your ever-growing record collection, how Jeff followed you home from the Freljord, how you can’t dance for shit but know your way around the pole at the brothel.
You tell him that you don’t particularly miss your father, but you do miss his war horse. That you also prefer cooking with a drink in hand, and that you’ve been meaning to finish a puzzle that Viktor said he spotted at R&R’s.
When he politely asks if he can help you with it, you’re not sure how anyone could ever tell this man no when his eyes are beaming with that much excitement.
Which is also why you don’t have the heart to tell him that it’s 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, hell—even the image of some obscure landscape didn’t 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.
You’re about to cap the salve and pack it up when Viktor’s question shifts the conversation back to everything that’s just transpired.
“Does ehh
anyone else know about you? About what you can do?” His question comes quietly and you’re not sure you’ll ever get use to how tender his voice sounds when he’s curious about something sensitive.
“Remy. And my fence
friend?...” You tinker with that title mentally before shrugging the semantics away. “
but I uh
I don’t think he remembers.” You scoff under your breath at that probability.
“What?” His brow quirks and you realize Viktor doesn’t know anything about Kass. “I’m failing to see how this is a forgettable experience.”
You’re amused that he’s more curious about the man’s memory rather than his questionable occupation, but try to answer all the same. “Kass uh
frequently dips into the pool of mind-altering substances.”
“Ah,” The machinist offers a small smile and a “Yes, I suppose that would do it.” to let that fact lie for now.
You offer a weak grin in return and try to give him a little more context. “He’s the one that said to ditch my backpack for the shoulder suspenders.”
“The one who said you would look like a workaholic?”
“That’s him.”
“Hm.”
He pauses with that information and you try to decipher where his mind went. Rather than pry, you just give him a little more. “He can be a lot. Definitely has some demons hot on his heels, but I think you would like him.”
“If he suggested that you wear those suspenders, I already do.”
Before you light up the room for the third godsdamned time you pull your hand from Viktor’s 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 Viktor’s voice pulls your attention back to him.
“So, I’m only the third person who knows
that you’re a mage, I mean.”
His reversion back to the original topic at hand is not unwelcome. You nod, the realization finally hitting you that you’ve allowed this crush of three days in on one of the most vulnerable parts about you. A choice your father would’ve punished you for. Something he would’ve said would be the death of you if you didn’t put Viktor down first.
But you sit calmly, confident in your decision being the right one.
“I just
for both of our safety, have to ask you not to tell anyone else
I know that’s not fair—”
“Of course that’s fair.” He interrupts your incoming trail of apologies and you feel that his fingers shifted from his leg to the side of your knee. “And you have my word.” His swift understanding only furthers your conviction and your father’s voice immediately fades from your mind. “Though, I’m curious—with so few people that know—what made you trust me?”
“It was
kind of a gut feeling
?”
“Sharing something that personal is driven by your microbiome?”
“It’s hard to describe.”
“Try me?”
He clearly wants more, still not sure if you’re being completely honest. You try to explain it better.
“I used to think it was my mother looking out for me. I’m not so sure about that. Maybe it's just intuition, but
sometimes I get this
pull. I don’t have a better word but it’s strong. And I know I can trust it
so I know I can trust you too
”
Viktor’s 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.
“This happened when you tripped up that pickpocket didn’t it?” 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 you’re doing to glance up at him. In an instant you realize his boyish ‘I’ve been caught’ expression has probably kept him out of trouble in many instances. Endearing was an understatement you think to yourself as your voice wavers.
“You’ve been sore all night?” The space in between your brows pinch together as that thought sinks in.
“That wrist is usually sore by the end of every night.” 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.
“Why didn’t you say something?”
“I didn’t want to ruin the night.”
“Ruin the night? You didn’t capsize a boat.”
“That didn’t ruin the night.”
“This certainly wouldn’t have either.”
A quiet “Hm.” is all he mumbles as he notices you’ve finished up. There’s a small selfish part of you that wants to pretend like you’re 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.
“How’s that feel? Any better?”
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. “It—yes much more than usual
” He eyes the salve then your hand before his gaze finds yours again. “How
is that possi—?” The wily expression that plagues you gives Viktor pause, apprehensively tilting his head, jaw still slack with a brow arched. “
What
?”
“Just thinking about what it would’ve been like if you would’ve told me sooner.” It’s the first time you’ve thrown a little shade at Viktor. You know the man is quick, but you weren’t 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 “Ah
” Viktor’s 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 shrug—you can practically hear the sarcastic “whoops” 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. “What are
” A chuckle escapes you as you try to figure out what he’s up to. “Where are you going now?”
“Oh.” He turns his head like he isn’t aware that he has you perfectly confused, motioning to the door with brows raised in feigned innocence. “Just thinking about taking mistress Linda up on that sleepover she so graciously offered.”
“Mistress Lin—is that actually her name?” Amusement seeps into your tone at his empty threat of joining the woman who recently propositioned him.
“Sure.”
“Suuure?” You watch Viktor bite back a laugh as you call him out. “You don’t know her name, but you’re ready to jump into bed with her?” You muse as you take a step closer to him. “You don’t seem the type.”
“I’ve been known to make exceptions.” He reaches for the doorknob, giving you a lighthearted challenge before shrugging nonchalantly. “And I’ve done worse.” 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. You’re not sure how far he’s gone with anyone, but you begin to realize that he may have more experience than you might’ve initially anticipated.
And based on the sly smile beginning to weave into lips that you imagine would look much better in between your teeth
you 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 he’s 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.
“You could also do better.”
Secretly, you’re 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 door’s handle. He collects himself with a small nod—a touchĂ© before starting to level with you.
“So, your intentions were to bed me in a cheap room after all?”
“Bed you?” You repeat back, his choice of words throwing you for a loop before you pick at the details of his accusation. “Viktor, this is far from cheap.”
“You’re not denying it?”
“Denying what?”
His small turn on his heels draws you a little closer, clearly not backing down from this subtle dance as he quips back.
“If you want to play coy you should’ve stayed in the river.”
“Coy
was that a fish pun?”
“You do seem to love those.”
His crooked grin adequately accents his unfortunately true accusation
you do appreciate the occasional tasteful pun.
“Clearly not as much as you seem to love Linda.”
It wasn’t 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 other—stunning your senses into understanding the proximity closing in.
“We’re just going to talk, her and I.”
Ohhhh, you could kick yourself for that stupid fucking slip up right about now.
You understand exactly what he’s 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 he’d like.
“I think your mouth might be too busy for that.”
Your new favorite color returns in earnest, staining his cheeks more quickly than he can hide it.
Look at that, you’re 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 he’s trying to steal a glance at yours as well.
Your heart betrays its sure rhythm
until the other man decides to join you in playing coy, instantly dragging you back into another rapid-fire exchange.
“Whatever do you mean, [Y/n]?”
“I’ll tell you when you’re older.”
“Quite the smart ass.”
“Quite the smart tongue.”
“In more ways than you know.”
“Lucky Linda.”
“Unlucky you.”
“Unlucky
me?”
Your voice breaks quietly before you drop your gaze—taking in the meaning behind bold words and wondering how much weight was behind them until he solidifies it.
“Mmhm.”
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 he’s fed.
“And here I thought you had a knack for getting what you wanted.”
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 correct—that you were a person capable of going for what you wanted
or even that you could be for that matter.
For him at least
you 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 man’s lips not so long ago.
You decide to take one more stab, relying on Viktor’s integrity when he dismissed mistress whoever-the-fuck within your earshot.
“And here I thought you were exactly where you wanted to be tonight.”
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. It’s small, subtle—but proof that you’ve 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 can’t tell if he’s 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.
“I am
”
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.
“
well
almost.”
His breathing gets shaky, stuttering in his chest as it rises and falls. Uncertainty is one thing, but you’re realizing it’s more than that.
“Almost?”
He’s nervous.
“Almost.”
Just like you.


But unlike you,
“Where
would you rather be
?”
Nerves don’t get in the way of what he wants.






“
here.”
Viktor’s voice softens and before you can speculate—before he has a chance to change his mind—he leans forward to close the gap separating you.
His lips press against yours with a tenderness that stuns you into place. He’s 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.

Which he doesn’t seem to mind in the slightest.
He returns your stiff grip with a tentative touch—his fingers extending lightly along the underside of your arm—soothing you despite the tight hold you have on him.
It’s such a small, soft motion
but it settles you. Immediately for that matter. That’s 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 don’t 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 felt
still.
Something you haven’t felt in years

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 sample
as delicious as it was.
Not yet ready to relinquish the small peck, your eyes hold onto what your lips couldn’t.
Doused with the same state, Viktor’s own lips remain parted, likely still lingering with the sensation of having yours pressed against them. A sensation it seemed he also wasn’t 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 curiosity—maybe both. But you recognize the purpose behind that look.
He’s 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 you’ve seen when something has piqued his curiosity. Or when he’s wanting more insight that was initially provided.
No, this was something else.
This was a wordless way to say, ‘your move’. An affirmation that there could be more if you wanted it. Wanted him.
This wasn’t a request for more information.
It was a request for more
of you.


Maybe it’s just your imagination, but in the corner of your eye, you could’ve sworn you saw one of the icicles break away from the sill.


Turns out you’re tired of being frozen too.
Finally, you move—leaning forward and tipping your head to catch Viktor’s lips more fully than before. You can hear him inhale sharply at the sudden contact, can picture his brows pinching together in concentration


can feel his back hit the wall with a resounding ‘thud' as your actions come a bit more rushed than you intended. A soft “mmph” escapes from his lips to yours at the impact, his hand jerking from your forearm to your delt for balance, but he doesn’t break the kiss.
Still, you consider pulling back to make sure he’s 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 instead—pulling you closer and reassuring you that he’s okay. That this is okay.

more than okay.
It doesn’t seem like his first kiss, and it definitely isn’t 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 waist—scraping your knuckles on the wooden door as you add to the symphony of thuds pounding against it.
And Viktor’s 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 releasing—like 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.

Which only seems to spur you both on.
Viktor’s 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 Viktor’s 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 downwards—reading the lines that have shaped your history and sculpted your features like brail under his fingertips. His touch is cautious
curious—moving 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.
It’s 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 touch—pulls you closer while you start to memorize the curvature of his spine, the edges of his shoulder blades, the indents of his hips.
It’s effortless—getting lost in Viktor. His skin radiates a warmth that draws you in like a moth to a flame. You can’t 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 can’t 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 it’s 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.
It’s a hushed groan caught in the crosshairs of surprise and pleasure. Barely above a murmur, but audible evidence that he’s 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.
“And you
” He chuckles softly before finishing. “
said you don’t bite.” He follows his statement by taking the lead—pushing himself off the door, snaking an arm around your waist, and taking shallow steps to walk you backwards.
“I made
” You grin at his callback, trying to find your breath as well in between kisses and footsteps. “
an exception.”
“Do you make those often?” His voice sounds shot, graveled with passion that grows with each step. “Exceptions
”
“From time to time.” Your ears are burning and you’ve been so caught up in his aftershocks that you barely notice the pressure that’s 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. “We’ve already made quite a few
”
“What like
assault?”
His clever response causes you to grin into a small kiss, your tongue teasing his before you correct him. “Well, battery. Technically.”
“That’s
not better.”
After another kiss, another step you manage to answer back with a crime of his own from the evening. “And how about theft?”
A playful nibble on your lip hitches your breath before he hums another rule broken from the list. “Mm. Vandalism.”
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 magic—you can trust him not to let you fall on these expensive floors.
Not that you would care at this point anyway.
“Can’t forget about gambling.”
“Of course not.”
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 Viktor’s 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.
“We could
just retire for the night, [Y/n].” 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. “Falling asleep beside you—” He pauses, a sincere smile pulling at his lips while he imagines what that looks like. “That would be enough for me.”
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.
“Unless
?”
“Unless
” 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.
“You’d like to make one more exception with me
”
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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. 
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moodyvoid · 4 months ago
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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 “What do I win?!”
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indulgentdaydream · 8 months ago
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everyone is “i love jason todd for his personality and his character! He’d so charming! A gentleman! He reads!”
until gotham knights jason todd is on screen
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skylar-325 · 4 months ago
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i choked on my lemonade XD
he’s gonna bring this up all the time isn’t he?
kdj: hey why didn’t you text back when i asked you what you wanted for dinner?
yjh: oh you mean it’s not written in your damn book?
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thatswhatsushesaid · 4 months ago
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he’s definitely not a working class hero, but if your critique of jin guangyao’s ‘ambitious social climbing’ at all hinges on arguments that boil down to ‘not knowing his place,’ then boy do i have news for you about where you yourself might fall on the ‘union man’ to ‘union buster’ spectrum.
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chrissdollie · 9 months ago
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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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glitter-stained · 2 months ago
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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
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sexlapis · 3 months ago
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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 it’s importance in society


and then theres nanami who is
just so different from you. he’s 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 ;(
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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 Viktor’s 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 tricks—in your self-critical mind at least.
But to Viktor you could see his curiosity shift into captivation. Awestruck with admiration of what should be impossible

But not with you.
Not right now, at least.
You see a man of science wide-eyed with wonder at something he’s never seen before. Which is something you have never seen before.
You’d never seen the way in which heavy brows lift light as a feather while Viktor’s mind tries to make sense of what he’s 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 can’t put into words how striking he looks when you’re providing the source of light accentuating his attributes.
It’s 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 you’re on borrowed time with what you could do. As much as you wanted this moment to last, you knew that your abilities wouldn’t. That was enough for you to hold your hand out to him, silently asking if he’s ready to begin.
And despite the rather unusual light display emanating from your fingers, the other man doesn’t 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.
“Doing alright?” You pause to glance back up at him. His mouth parts slightly before giving a quick nod.
“Yes,” it sounds more like a whisper before his breath staggering into a chuckle. “Just ehh
tingles more than the one I usually use.”
“Sorry, I should’ve warned you about that.” You smile, apologetically rolling your thumb side to side over his wrist. “Means it’s working.”
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.
“That old salve still tingles?” You’re surprised by that. Your mother had tricks that you never got the chance to learn, sure. But still, that’s a long time for healing magic to remain that potent
even for someone like her.
He nods, eyes never leaving your hands as they work. “Well, not quite as raw as
” he motions down at said hands for reference. “—this, but yes. Should it not?”
“Mm
I mean it’s not a bad thing.” You hum, brows pinching together perplexed. “Just strange that it’s lasted this long. I knew she could draw out medicinal effects for longer
slow the decomposition process. But not like that, that sounds
amplified somehow.” You shake your head with an inhale, knowing there was no longer a way to understand how she managed to pull that off. It wasn’t like you could ask her now, could you?
That thought puts a pit in your stomach. You push it away for now.
“I believe her assistant had something to do with that during one of his visits.”
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. “
Her what?”
“Assistant
?” Curious eyes meet yours while you mentally parse through who she would’ve even trusted for that kind of task. Not to mention how you never met him. Viktor sees your confusion and tries to describe the man’s features to the best of his ability.
“Ehh
let’s see
 goggles, salt and pepper hair
defined
arms?” 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.
“Defined
arms.” You repeat back, unsuccessfully preventing a grin to grace your expression as he unsuccessfully prevents the visible embarrassment to grace his own.
“Well
yes.” He scoffs before he tries to explain himself in excessive detail. “I 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.”
There’s a pause in his explanation and he notices your eyebrow lifting slowly, challenging his tangent as he tries to save face. “So apart from the lack of sleeves
it was
” He shakes his head at you while you fail to hold back your amusement. “You would’ve noticed too.”
“Would I?” You smile at him warmly before going back to what you were doing. “Sounds like you’re fond of him.”
“Intrigued, would be more accurate.” He admits before splaying his fingers out as you get back to work. “Despite his penchant for being
distant. Reclusive even.”
Your grin broadens as you map out the tendons lining his carpals, teasing him just a tad as you go. “Is this your way of telling me that you have a soft spot for stoic daddies?”
“Hush.” You can hear the smile in his voice before he continues. “I will say however, I was inspired by his dedication. It was honorable.”
“How do you mean?”
His tone settles from amused to subdued as he reminisces. “When I was a boy, I remember overhearing him talking to my parents about still ‘grieving over loss’. Over the span of many years from what I could tell. It
sounded like he missed someone very much, regardless of the amount of time that passed.”
“That must’ve been a really dark place for him.”
“Doubtlessly.” He pauses before adding to that answer. “But despite that. And despite the fact that he couldn’t bring anyone back—he still believed he could help me. He still wanted to help me. He said he wanted to—and these are his words—“ Viktor’s voice drops lower, gruffer as he light-heartedly quotes the mystery mage. “—‘use this godsdamned gift for betterment. Just once.’”
Yeah. Relatable.
“Man after my own heart.”
“And mine. Although
” Viktor slips back into contemplation for a second before stating his experience. “He did seem to have tunnel vision about the person he lost. I
could’ve sworn I even heard him muttering something about the possibility of seeing one another again
” 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.
“What you mean like
necromancy?”
“I know how it sounds
” his tone falters but you reassure him quickly.
“As we both know, my mentorship in the arcane got cut a little short.” You give a weak smile before tending to him again. “So just because it’s not something I’ve heard of, doesn’t mean it can’t exist. Actually
.” You cock your head as you consider that possibility. “That would be something I could’ve seen my mother keep from me. And my father for that matter
I’m sure he would’ve loved an undead army for himself.”
In the corner of your eye you catch Viktor’s thin smile, seemingly appreciative for not thinking his question too odd. “When I asked my parents about it, they just said it was impossible. But there was a time when they would’ve said that about—” He looks around the room and takes in the scene.
Slowly, subconsciously, the energy radiating from your fingers became less static and more fluid—rolling 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.
“—all of this, too...” He speaks softly and something in him shifts. Whatever it was, he dismisses the thought with a subtle shake of his head. “All this to say, in truth, I’m not sure betterment was something he was really all that interested in.”
“You think helping you was somehow him helping himself?”
“When you put it that way
I’m not sure.” He tips his head side to side as he weighs out the arguments in his mind. “Altruism is a tricky concept.”
“Psychological egoism does throw a wrench in the works.”
“Hah. That it does.” He seems to appreciate the conversation’s small dip into philosophy before finishing his thought. “For years it’s made me wonder if maybe he owed your mother a favor? Or if my parents advocated for me?”
“Did you get to chance to ask them?”
“Your mother was kind—she 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.” 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.
“But how could I possibly do that? How could I not want to understand why out of everyone, anyone
he chose a complete stranger.” There’s a small pause while you admire how caught up he gets in his memories
until he isn’t anymore. “Especially when he seemed so adamant on keeping his distance from me.”
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.
“What a dick.”
He huffs a breathy laugh, adding a “maybe” to neither confirm nor deny your accusation. You’re learning he doesn’t 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.
“My father used to tell me a phrase
something about not punching a gifted horse in the face.” You grimace trying to grasp the actual verbiage, but Viktor is quick to recall the butchered reference.
“I think it’s ‘never look a gift horse in the mouth.’”
“Whatever, he would tell me that whenever he wanted to shut me up.” The other man smirks as you dismiss the proper phrasing to focus on your point—your eyes meeting his and your voice softening as you do so. “But that usually meant I was asking the right questions.”
Viktor’s expression softens as well, understanding your analogy better than you probably could’ve worded it. There’s a pause as he sits with that, a small curl at the corner of his lips and then you feel him squeeze your hand.
It’s a small thing. A quiet ‘thank you’.
But it’s 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, you’re 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 don’t need to look up to know the wry grin pulling at the corner of his mouth. You can hear it in his tone.
“All that for me?”
You clear your throat and busy yourself again
even though the resistance in his tendons has died down and your work here is pretty much done.
“Held in a sneeze.”
You lie through your teeth.
“Ah.”

and he knows it.
“Allergic to snow?”
“Very.”
“I suppose it does need a particle of dust to form. That must be difficult for you.”
Unable to tell if he’s 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.
It’s a small thing. A quiet acknowledgement that he knows better.
But it’s enough to make you mentally curse yourself for letting your heartbeat spike
again.
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, Viktor’s 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.
“Mm. Bless you.”
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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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luxthestrange · 1 year ago
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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*
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dipperscavern · 4 months ago
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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 -🧂
oh my god salty i love you. you’re so right i’m hurting
“his knuckles were bloody and split from defending my honor” OHHHH being disrespected by a drunk council member
. n cregan looks at him, waits for him to take it back, and when he doesn’t, literally just socks him in the mouth. yeah
 safe to say when it’s all over and you both retire to your chambers for the night you’re pouncing on him
AND HIM ARRRRF him pinning you with his weight
.. oh need need need i can’t say more or else they’ll tske my freedom of speech away
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deer-fic-fics · 8 months ago
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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. You’ll know when he gets close, even with the slow pace— 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.
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