#viktor the virgin

[nezierf]

arcane spoilers (s2ep09) incoming

so ive seen people talk about this scene, particularly about how jayce accepts viktors touch even when he knows its coming and could potentially dodge it/counter it with the hammer

from what ive read mostly people talk about how much affection (ha) and trust jayce puts in viktor, and personally i also think its because he saw the future and knows its the only way to reach him

if he wants to save him, save piltover he must strip away all the walls viktor has built around himself and his emotions, and thus jayce needs to be let into the hive mind where he can talk to actual viktor and not herald (also parallels to that scene when he shoots him, someone said he didnt let viktor utter a word because he knew he would convince him THEY ARE SO WEAK FOR EACH OTHER MY GOD)

but thats not what i wanted to talk about!! going back to the beginning of that scene on the rooftop

doesnt this seem awfully similar to the medieval coronation ceremony?

jayce is kneeling surrounded by followers/past inhabitants of zaun/piltover, during medieval coronation ceremonies it was a priest who would bestow the crown upon the future king. moreover, coronation was often considered a religious rite because of how rulers and deities were closely tied (different cultures would believe in different versions of this, that their ruler was chosen by gods or perhaps their descendant/vessel).

we already joke how viktor became god/jesus/deity/eldritch cosmic being etc, we also know despite everything he still holds strong feelings towards jayce (damn hypocrite) and views him differently than the others

so it would make sense he would wish to personally "introduce" jayce to his hive mind cult

notice how when jayce got to the roof NONE of the marionettes/machines tried to get to him asap unlike they do with others

no, this is a ceremony performed by their god who is choosing the one closest to him, demonstrating to the world how he wishes jayce to be the ruler of his glorious evolution

viktor places his fingers on him gently and carefully, while when they were fighting in the councils room he was ready to force his touch when jayce initially rejected his proposal (always trying to make jayce understand his perspective)

and jayce accepts it with so much serenity and solemnity that in that moment reminded me strongly of aragorn in lotr

a true king in the eyes of the one coronating them

also his unique fingerprints make me think of a crown/circlet every single time i see them and thats why i wrote all of this

i love all things related to medieval knighthood/royalty so this whole interaction has been boiling in my head until it spilled over, you are welcome

[myfairstarlight]

Listen, as an ace person, I do love the ace Viktor headcanons. However that does not mean that man does not pull or is a virgin because may I remind you how in s1 his first instinct when Mel caught him and Jayce trying to sneak into Heimerdinger's lab is to go "wait a minute this isn't my bedroom" which implies:

He's done THAT before

He and Mel knew each other. He needed a reason that she would somewhat believe (though she didn't here, obviously, when the guy who almost got exiled is standing right there)

No shame whatsoever he knows he can get it and does

[fuckyeahisawthat]

It must have been Jayce who found Viktor passed out at the lab, right? Like let's be real that stubborn mf is not dragging himself to a hospital if he can help it at all. So the most likely people to find him and make him get medical care would be either Jayce or Sky, and it's established that Sky's left for the night.

Whenever Jayce leaves Mel's bed, it doesn't wake Mel up, so I don't think it's the case that anyone came to her door looking for him if anyone would have even known to look for him there. Nah I think Jayce woke up and quietly left in the middle of the night and in the moment Mel thinks it's because he's a fuckboi who gets his dick wet and then bounces but I think actual possible scenarios include: (1) he got a brainwave in the middle of the night and both he and Viktor are used to popping by the lab at stupid o'clock whenever inspiration strikes; (2) woke up with a weird bad feeling of suddenly needing to check on Viktor, in that uncanny way you sometimes get a call from a relative and just Know it's bad news before you pick up the phone, and lately Viktor's been sleeping at the lab more than at home so that's where he goes first; or (3) especially if you think this is Jayce's first or close-to-first sexual experience, he's having some big confusing feelings and needs to take a walk about it, and he just ends up at the lab on autopilot and since he's there he's just gonna pop in and check on this one thing...

Whatever the exact sequence of events that is one hell of an emotional rollercoaster for one night.

[comicallysmallcereals]

Mr goop :)

[thewistlingbadger]

We've been making a lot of Jesus! Viktor jokes lately but truly he looks more like Mary.

[z0mbie2b0y]

Therapist: Messiah viktor doesn't exist he can't hurt you

Messiah Viktor:

[summer-gh0st]

Hi has anyone done this yet

[koko2unite]

why is he hating on his beard.. beards are hot, you tasteless virgin

(maybe its him being a little too tsundere)

[orthodoxadventure]

The Virgin by Viktor Mikhaylovich Vasnetsov

[eyestrain-addict]

As much as I do not gaf about Lestat in a vacuum, if in s3 louis is still a major character, and we get to see louis being insane and unhinged in ways he was to embarrassed to describe in s1&2 and we see Lestats thought process of "my beautiful princess with a disorder", if all that happens, I WILL be seated

[bringthekaos]

OH YES YES YES I LOVE ULTRA VIRGIN JAYCE YESSSSSSSSSSS

Ughhhhhh me too!! Like… on the one hand, with how FUCKING BREATHTAKING he is, there’s no way that man is a virgin. And I’m sure that’s what the creators/character designers/animators were going for with Talis.

And on the other hand… look at him.

He is pathetic (/pos). He’s a sad wet puppy. He’s a little kitten batting at your hand for pets. This man is the virginiest of virgins. He gets nervous when things progress past kissing. His hands shake. He cums in his pants if you look at him a certain way.

[immanuelillustrative]

Do you think I cannot call on my Father, and he will at once put at my disposal more than twelve legions of angels? Matthew 26:53 Artwork: The Virgin, Viktor Vasnetsov, 1901. Oil on canvas.

[pipthepiper]

virgin!bf!viktor who simply cannot control himself around you.

it’s like he’s some sort of horny teenager, eyes glued to your body at every chance he gets and sticky hands attaching themselves to your ass or tits when he sees the opportunity.

you don’t really complain about it; being wanted so viscerally is a compliment, one that makes you feel good in every way — so even when viktor gets amped up in situations that he shouldn’t, you don’t do anything to stop him.

“wan’ you so bad,” viktor pants into your ear, grinding his hard cock against the swell of your ass and bruising your hips with his hands. “wan’a feel’ya.”

you bite your lip to mute the moan that bubbles in your throat; you know it isn’t entirely safe right now, clock nearing noon and academy halls bustling with life — even behind the thick door of the closet, you can hear the murmuring and cackling of people.

“vik, we gotta hurry,” you whisper, not entirely sure if he even heard your words over his pants and groans.

“i know,” he grits out, slightly surprising you. “jus’… let me, fuck, — feels so good.” his voice tapers off and the shuffling of clothes gets louder as he humps faster, the imprint of his thick cock almost sliding between your cheeks.

you let out a small gasp at the sensation, mind conjuring up lewd fantasies of feeling the hot flesh without the barrier of the layers — and now your own head is fogging up, slick gathering between your folds as arousal grips your gut.

“i-i’m sorry,” viktor says breathily, blunt fingernails digging into your flesh. “shit, i-i’m close,”

a moan escapes from your lips before you can stop it, and the sound seems to strike something carnal in viktor — moans tumble from his throat as he starts to fuck himself against you more desperately, pattern completely erratic and near feral; simply using your body to chase his nearing high.

“you’re so good, sound so pretty — i-i can’t, — hah, oh, fuck — ‘m so close, can’t hold it—!”

a few more harsh thrusts and a long groan later, viktor’s cock throbs against your ass as wet heat seeps into the front of his pants. his dick twitches in something that resembles a rhythm, like a heartbeat, and it’s so fucking hot, you’re soaking your panties — you want him inside you.

“hah, oh, shit,” viktor rasps as his hips stutter, voice deep and honeyed, cum cooling against your ass. that damn fog is thick, and the urge to taste him is overwhelming.

that’s why you wiggle from his grip and turn around, dropping to your knees in front of him and inhaling lungfuls of that bleach-y scent. you grip viktor’s thighs and stare up at him with lidded eyes,

“lunch isn’t over yet, vik. think you can cum for me one more time?”

virgin!viktor save me… save me virgin!viktor…

[wuekka]

No lessons learned about social skills and stop being a politician babe, Im HOWLING 😂

"Viktor the scrawny introvert is less sexually experienced" sure sure whatever but why go for that basic shit when instead...

They finally bang and during the afterglow it somehow comes out that despite looking and acting Like That, this nerdass demisexual Himbo has always been too distracted by illegal science to mess around and now Viktor is sitting there processing that he took the virginity of Piltovers Most Eligible Hot Bachelor over a worktable like

[z0mbie2b0y]

Someone draw Messiah Viktor with the lyrics of deliverance or river lullaby from Prince of egypt because I know that shit would go HARD

[honey-pages]

Mine - Viktor x Reader

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Viktor performs oral on virgin Reader.

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F/M. 18+. Smut. NSFW. Oral. Virgin Reader.

“How do you know so much about everything?” You joked. 

You had not expected Viktor to take it so seriously. He seemed a little wounded. 

“Do I appear to think I know so much about everything?” He asked in response.

“I didn’t mean it like that Viktor” You explained, “I just meant that you are so intelligent and knowledgeable, sometimes I can feel a bit out of my depth.”

“Ah” He looked saddened “I had never considered that you would feel this way, you keep up with me so well”

The sight of him disheartened hurt. 

“I think it’s really attractive.” You try to reassure him, “When you know so much. It’s never a negative”

He chuckled, “You find my knowledge attractive?”

“Well, I find the whole of you attractive, but there’s something special about hearing things that you are clearly well-educated in.”

“Oh really?” He asks, “My education isn’t strictly academic you know”

Viktor looks amused, leaning forward on his elbows across the table at you. You had been flirting in his study for some time and it appeared to be coming to a natural conclusion. You were nervous though still confident in the experience being positive and what you wanted. You were very inexperienced sexually and this long period of flirtation proved enough for you to decide exactly how you wanted it. 

“Teach me” You state.

“Teach you what?” He asks with a bemused smile.

“Something non-academic”

“Anything?”

“Anything”

“Follow me to my bed, Miss (Y/N).” He invites.

Viktor’s bedroom is adjoined to his study, the two spaces linked by a door. As he stands, he reaches out a hand and you take it and follow him. His bedroom is clean, warm and dark, with a small lamp in the corner and a made bed to the right wall. Viktor closes the door behind you.

Viktor leads you to the bed and sits next to you. He turns and looks at you for a long while, examining the curves of your face and the familiar look of your skin. He is honoured you are trusting him in this way and equally excited at being in this position. He had felt romantically towards you for quite some time however was not sure you returned his feelings. Today had given him the courage to pursue them, your flirtatious conversations had become a green light encouraging him to indulge himself in your affection. 

You could see something in the way he watched you, judging and perceiving. He raised his hand to your face, his thumb swiping over your cheek and moving to grip the back of your head, playing with your hair. He pulls you in for a passionate kiss. 

“I am going to teach you” He manages, between breaths and kisses, “how my tongue feels.”

At this, Viktor increased his urgency, kissing you hungrily. He reclines you onto his bed, your head on his pillow as he lays above you, supporting his weight on his arms. He slips a knee between your thighs. 

“I will start with the basic principle” He starts, licking at your tongue gently, as if testing the temperature.

“Then maybe I will introduce some alternative methods” He continues, removing his mouth from yours to follow the curve of your jaw to your neck. When at your ear, he stops. His breath is warm and heavy, and it sends shivers through you when he speaks. His knee is pressing into you, its weight unbearable. The pressure against you was enough to make your hips move on their own, riding his thigh. 

Viktor watches you attempt to find friction, he grins, finding the sight amusing. 

“All it takes is my knee to elicit this reaction Miss (Y/N), I will make easy work of you with my mouth.”

You try to flirt back, “Viktor- “

Viktor’s knee is moving now, grinding at you relentlessly. His mouth is licking and biting at your neck, trailing to your chest. He shifts his weight to hold one of your hands, lifting it above your head and pinning it there. With his other hand, Viktor lifts your shirt, rearranging your bra to get a better view of you. 

“I am going to give you a demonstration” Viktor lowers his mouth to your breast, tilting to the side so you can view what he is doing with his tongue. Viktor licks gently at the very tip of you, then beginning to swirl his tongue around the sides, takes you into his mouth sucking with firm pressure. The feel of him and the sight of his tongue and lips on you makes you grind harder against his knee. His mouth is hot. His hand cups you and he squeezes, incorporating teeth to gently graze you. Between nips of his teeth, he rapidly flicks his tongue, continuing this with long smooth strokes. 

Viktor moves his mouth to kiss you again, he shifts down. The pressure of his knee is removed, and he shuffles towards the lower end of the bed. Kneeling, he pulls down your trousers, manoeuvring them under your hips and off down your legs. He discards them at the bottom of the bed. He lays flat on his front, face hovering just above the top of your thighs and hooks an arm under each of your legs, pulling you under his mouth. 

“Are you ready for me?” He asks.

He spreads open your legs slowly, laying them flat before him. He takes in the view, grinning happily. 

“I have often thought about this moment”

Viktor coats his fingers with his mouth, using the saliva he has already worked up. His fingers drip with it as he teases you open, sliding against your folds, holding you open and sensitive. 

“You are exactly what I imagined. No one before has had the pleasure of tasting you, have they Miss (Y/N)?”

You stumble, “No.”

“You belong beneath my tongue. You always have done.”

Viktor’s fingers circle your clit, tracing small shapes.

“Are you a virgin, Miss (Y/N)?”

You get quite nervous at the question. You were. You weren’t sure how Viktor would react. There was no reason why you though that he would react negatively, you had gathered he was experienced. If at least, more so than yourself. You had just become quite protective over it; you wanted the situation to be comfortable and equal.

“Yes.” You reply quietly.

You feel a blazing heat as Viktor closes his mouth around you, lapping with broad strokes against your clit. The inside of his mouth is wet, and you feel his saliva coat you, spreading warmth down and across your thighs. His tongue feels so smooth, he curls it and flicks it to achieve maximum sensation, and you are instantly coming undone. 

“Viktor!” You moan out.

“You moan so purely” He teases, “It is fitting that the only thing to have ever fucked you is my tongue.”

You push up and against his mouth. His words are sweet and when he speaks, your body reacts. You are desperate for him, for more of him. He thrusts his tongue inside. You instinctively wrap your hands into his hair. 

“Oh Viktor- “

He speeds up, flatly spreading his tongue between your entrance and your clit, focusing on either when reaching them. At your clit he rapidly flicks and sucks, increasing pressure and focus. 

“Just focus on the feeling, I want to hear the noises you make.”

You feel a strange rising in your core, like a building heat threatening to explode. It is raising as he quickens. Viktor is grinding into the bed, you notice it in his hips, he’s writhing. He wants you just as much as you want him. 

“You are mine” He murmurs, the words lost in the muffled sounds of the both of you. “Once I’m done having you on my face, I’ll have you on my cock.”

You are both desperate. You for release, and him for touch. 

“Viktor, Can I have- “Your words fail you.

“What do you want, Miss (Y/N)?”

“You, your cock, please- “

“Do you need it, Miss (Y/N)?” He asks, making eye contact while flicking his tongue backwards and forwards. 

“Yes Viktor, please” 

“How do you expect to take me when you haven yet experienced all that my tongue can do?”

Viktor tightens his grip and forces you down with more pressure against the muscles of his mouth. The feeling is rising again, that unfamiliar pleasure. You are near the edge you just can’t tell what that edge is, until you are spilling over it, desperately grinding over his tongue, coating his nose and chin with thick wetness.

“I’m- “You scream out.

Viktor drinks it down, swallowing you whole. He doesn’t dare move his mouth, he keeps his pace and encourages more and more from you. Your pleasure is blinding. 

“I can’t take anymore!” You moan out, trying to grip at his arms to loosen up their firm grasp on your thighs. 

“You are capable.” 

You are shuddering against him, sweating. He leaves a few little kisses over your clit before pulling away. His face is wet, his hair dishevelled. You notice the thick outline of him straining against his clothes. 

He reassures that you are comfortable before stating, “I am going to make you mine, Miss (Y/N).”

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