I am Cherry, and sometimes I write things! Very slowly...also this is a side-account for fic because I have social anxiety, so if I don't reply to something it's because tumblr won't let me without revealing my main account TvT
Incorrigible Flirts And Besweatered Men [Chapter 7]
Pairing: TA!Viktor x fem!Reader
Rating:Â T
Warnings:Â None? Viktor is affectionate but thats not a warning
Proofread: Lol no. no beta we die like men
Chapter Summary:Â Time has passed quickly, and the date of your cousinâs wedding has arrived. You and Viktor depart for the event, and find a surprise when you check into your hotel.
Incorrigible Flirts And Besweatered Men [Chapter 3]
Pairing:Â TA!Viktor x fem!Reader
Rating:Â T
Warnings:Â None that Iâm aware of
Proofread:Â Not even a little bit
Chapter Summary:Â You and Viktor meet up outside of class, you tell him about your problems, and he tells you about the time he had a crush on a woman heâd never even spoken to.
Incorrigible Flirts And Besweatered Men [Chapter 2]
Pairing: TA!Viktor x fem!Reader
Rating:Â T
Warnings:Â None that I can think of
Proofread:Â Not even a tiny bit
Chapter Summary:Â You enter friend territory with Viktor, get an email that might change your future, and get asked on a date (but itâs not actually a date).
Incorrigible Flirts And Besweatered Men [Chapter 1]
Pairing: TA!Viktor x Fem!Reader
Warning:Â reader being an incorrigible flirt, Viktor being shy as hell
Rating:Â T (so far)
Summary:Â Your Professorâs assistant is cute as hell, which sucks for him, because youâre going to eat him alive (in a good way).
When you walk in the door of your apartment, you donât expect the entire hallway to be cloudy and filled with smoke. Youâre exhausted after another fourteen-hour work day: your feet hurt, your back hurts, everything hurts and you want nothing more than to peel your dusty clothes off and crawl into bed to wait for your boyfriend to come home. Except you canât, because your hallway is filled with smoke.
Alarm courses through your body, and you immediately run further into your apartment, dropping your shoulder bag along the way. Had you left a candle burning? Had the stove been on all day? Did a lightbulb burst? You wrack your brain for answers with every step you take, trying in vain to figure out where the fire was - hell, maybe it was smoke coming up through the vents from your downstairs neighbor.
What you donât expect to find upon entering the kitchen -the apparent source of the burnt mist- is your boyfriend, hastily trying to fan the smoke out an open window using a baking sheet. Your panic is replaced with confusion, and you stand there silently, trying to figure out what the hell is going on.
He eventually notices you standing in the doorway, and his expression goes from panicked to sheepish, and he comes over to greet you with a kiss on the cheek. âI was trying to surprise you,â he explains, without a prompting question. âYouâve been working so hard lately, I thought maybe something sweet might cheer you up. But uhâŠâ he gestures towards a pie tin - that youâre only just noticing - as well as theâŠpieâŠwithin it. You assume itâs a pie, at least.
Despite the mess around the kitchen, and the putrid mist filling the apartment, a smile stretches across your lips. âThank you for trying,â you tell him, and pull him down into another soft kiss. âNext time, though, maybe we can pick a pie up from a bakery instead?â
Prompt: Viktor forgetting his childhood friend (Pt 3)
You sit in disbelief, across from Viktor at the one-person dining table set up in his dorm. Neither of you can really figure out what to say to each other, with the truth now in the light: years of bitterness and anger and hurt dammed up inside you, dissolving in mere seconds. You have questions, dozens of them, but theyâre drowned out by the sheer amplitude of your new feelings.Â
As if sensing your confusion, Viktor reaches across the table and takes one of your tense, shaking hands into his own. âYouâŠtruly never got my messages?â he asks, âAny of them?â His tone is soft, and you can tell heâs trying to remain level and neutral, but you know him. You know him, and you can hear the despair hidden within his lilt: despair that passes into his warm amber eyes, when you shake your head to confirm.
âI would have come to you if I had gotten them,â you mumble, meeting his gaze with your own. âYou know that, donât you?â When he remains silent, you sigh, âViktor, you canât honestly believe that after everything weâd been through, Iâd justâŠlet you go? Youâre the first person Iâve ever loved, and the only person Iâve ever trusted. YouâreâŠâ you trail off, unable to find the words to express yourself. Instead, you turn your hand in his grip, and link your fingers together.
âI should have known better,â he chastises himself, even as the barest hint of a smile dances onto his features. âI should have known that you wouldnât leave. Not after so many years together, not afterâŠeh, but you perhaps do not remember that. Even now, when you believed I had abandoned you, you stillâŠcame back.â Mischief lights up in his eyes, and he squeezes your fingers slightly. âEven though I suspect your reasons were more along the lines of revenge - what did you have planned for me?â You wiggle in his grip, the both of you devolving into a game of thumb wars: youâre stronger overall, but heâd always been more dextrous - proven once again as he traps your digit beneath his own and manages to count to five.Â
âI donât know,â you admit, pulling your hand away to dramatically stretch your fingers out after defeat. âI was so angry that you left, so hurt, that I- wait hold on,â you pause, âViktor, what do you mean I âwouldnât remember thatâ?â His cheeks tinge pink, and you have half the mind to pinch his ear until he talks. âWhat wouldnât I remember, Viktor?â
Iâve moved pretty much all of my recent stuff over!Â
If you guys have any requests, send them over there! Iâll be working on emptying my inbox out for this account, but Iâll be posting those requests on the new blog! Donât worry though, to anyone who has requested anything. Iâll answer your ask with a link to the request on the new blog <3
If I were to expand the five somethings prompts to other characters as well, who would you guys most want to read about?
This is theoretical though. Iâm only considering expanding the character list to Beyond Just Viktor, but if I can get a feel for who you guys might want to request, then I can potentially do some deep dives into character studies.
News: I am slowly recovering from illness, and slowly working on fics!
About the âmoving blogsâ thing. So this blog where I post all my fics is a Side Blog - meaning I canât reply to any of you guys when you leave cute messages on my fics. But I really really want to! I want to engage with this sweet little community weâve got, but Iâm Chronically Nervous about people knowing who I actually am.
I have my face and name on my main blog, and so many random posts, old stuff, and people I know in real life. I know weâre all weird little goblins here on this site, and I love that for us; I also still struggle with letting people see my âcringeâ interests - theyâre not cringe, Iâm just absolutely terrified of judgement, and thatâs another reason why I like having a separate fic blog. Iâm able to sort of like, I dunno, compartmentalize my stress?
Fandom is stressful, and I have -in the past- had interactions with some not so nice people. And I love writing, but I also fear being judged for my creations, even though theyâre just harmless fun. Having a separate space for my fics, and working under an alias, allows me to do the writing I enjoy without taking personally any snide remarks that might come.
All this to say: people scare me and I want some anonymity while still being able to engage with you guys and do some goofs.
So again this is still something Iâm only considering, but would you guys be cool with this blog moving over to another account? Not closing, or deleting anything, just. Reposting everything over in one big go (or several small goes), leaving links to the new blog, and basically letting cobwebs collect on the current blog.
are the five sentence prompts still open? also your little music posts are so sweet, they get me excited to read more chapters <3
omg yes ofc! Requests are still open, I'm just being extra slow right now because covid has reached my house and everyone is sick, myself included.
I'm okay though, I have all my boosters and my immune system is functioning as it's supposed to - I just feel like I'm being eaten by an octopus while I get better.
Also thank you sweet bean! I'm good at playing other people's music, but im still pretty new to writing and improvising my own! So im glad you like the simple little things my brain cooks up <3
I had a fic idea during my most recent covid-induced nap, and i was so excited to write it, i sat up and jotted it down thinking âyes this is gonna be so goodâ.
well im awake now and i forget what i wanted to write and my notes that i thought were good are useless
I have a request!! Viktor being dommy and then giving the reader the sweetest aftercare ever
Not Explicit, but still incredibly suggestive. MDNI! 18+
Your entire body is shaking, nerves lit up like stars and sending waves of warmth from head to toe. It isnât often that Viktor spoils you like this - he is, of course, always a generous lover - but rarely is he able to take several hours to focus solely on you: touching you, kissing you, whispering sweet words and sweeter promises right into your ear. Promises of pleasure, of comfort and closeness, promises to make you forget yourself and all that ails you. Itâs easy to give in to his desires, with how easily they align to your own.
Once the tingling warmth within you begins to fade, though, your other senses awaken. You begin to hear the world outside your room again, and feel the scratch of soft restraints at your wrists. You canât see anything yet, which youâre grateful for; youâre not sure you could handle the sudden onslaught of feelings, sounds and sights.
âEasy, my love,â Viktor is quiet as he reappears at your side, the bed dipping as he takes a seat. He presses a kiss to your bare shoulder, and lets his fingertips wander down your arms; until he reaches your wrists and deftly unties the silk ribbons heâd decorated you with. Once youâre free, you slouch back against him and whine until he wraps his arms around you.
Vaguely, you feel him beginning to prod at the blindfold he had you in, but you quickly reach up to stop him. Heâs only confused for a second, and ends up laying another gentle kiss to your cheek. âStill overwhelmed, dear?â he asks, pulling you closer so he can better ease the aches out of your body. His touch wanders down your sides, almost ticklish, and across your thighs; thumbs digging into your lower back and over your hips, rubbing small circles into the various knots youâve accumulated over the week.
You hum in contentment, even as he runs a warm cloth over your most sensitive areas and momentarily chills you, his presence is soothing and steady. âWould you like some more?â he asks, tapping at the blindfold still shielding your eyes, âOr is the light just bothersome?â You quietly tell him that no, youâre fully spent and satisfied, but youâd prefer to rest a little more how you are now. And Viktor, ever the loving boyfriend, does as you wish - gets comfortable on the bed and pulls you down with him, brushing your hair out of your face to pepper you in kisses. âWhatever you want,â he says to you, barely loud enough to hear, âI would give you whatever you asked me for. Always.â
