Characters : Caitlyn • Jayce • Jinx • Sevika • Silco • Vi • Viktor
Genre : list of headcanons
Warnings : none.
Silco thorougly has a manucure every two weeks. On more than one occasion, Sevika was due to do her full report of the night, Silco's focus entirely on her and on his notes, blank face, a sheepish esthetician half passed out at his side, trying to end his treatment as fast as they could.
He never demands for nail polish however, or at best a translucent one, to keep his nails shinny. He tried black once, but wasn't pleased with how fast it would crumble.
He has a nailfile and a little bottle of oil to hydrate the cuticles in one of the drawer of his desk, just in case. Silco has a way of quietly filing his nails in a perfect almond form that can give cold sweat to the scareless people of the Under City.
Whenever Sevika gets a day off (which doesn't happen often), she goes to the hammam. She's gonna pay for the whole treatment - massage, body scrub and rassoul wrap. She instantly flexes her muscles and gives her best glare whenever there is too much people in the sauna to her appreciation. She's gonna lay down all the way and for sure kick you out if the bench isn't long enough for the two of you.
Caitlyn is a self-care gourou. She knows all of the grandmas' beauty secrets, and can advise people about oils and aromatherapy faster than any professional in Piltover. She has a bit of a tendency to believe that plants can resolve absolutely everything, and tried to grow her own little collection (but she sucks at keeping them alive). In a world where social medias, or some sort of, exist, she definitely is a beauty influencer.
Vi is into daily meditation. Under the appareances given her rough attitude, her time to Stillwater led her to find her own way of keeping sanity.
After Silco took her in, Jinx slowly warmed up to the idea of little moments of luxury. She somehow stumbled over the very new yoga trend seducing the most opulent folks in Piltover, and moved mountains to get Silco to hire a private teacher for the both of them. Since then, they made it a Sunday habit to rental the most expensive semblance of a studio in the Lanes.
Silco is a master at going from downward dog to plank and cobra in the most elegant way, and is secretly very proud of his newfound flexibility, that he can show off whenever he's in need of punching someone.
Viktor started journaling when he entered the Academy. At first, he wanted it to be some kind of a logbook, full of mathematic annotations and scientific thoughts, until he slowly drifted from there to complaining about Heimerdinger, dreaming of ways to help people, asking himself why some random pals would blush looking at him, or how amazing Jayce's arguments were to him.
Jayce found out about his habit once, and being the (manipulable) positive bean he is, from this day forward, decided to do the same.
He soon learned from Caitlyn all about daily habits trackers, and became obsessed with it. He consciously reviews his day each night, and became a pro at doodling little flowers, hearts, clouds and smileys to enhance his emotions. He almost teared up on his twenty-six birthday, when Viktor gifted him cute little stickers to match his journal, he found in some publicity in his mailbox (though he never said they came from there, and for free).
Caitlyn found his newfound hobby so amazing that she decided to convince Jayce to make it a tradition on the first day of the year. Each year, hangover or not, they would religiously lock themselves in her room, and write all about their intentions for the year to come.
When Jinx desires a change of activity from her explosives creations, she takes a break by making her very own candles, full of pink, blue and green little strass. She has it constantly all around her place, acts completely carefree about them, and it's an actual miracle the Last Drop didn't burn yet. Sevika somehow always ends up having to blow them up on her way home, tiredly muttering about a "spoiled and crazy little brat".
Vi's little weakness is socks. Cute, fluffly, huge socks with animal heads and little ears, half of the anti-slip gone due to how much she wears them. She despises the first nights announcing the beginning of the summer, because it means she will either have to stop wearing them, or to stubbornly overheating.
Caitlyn, being the smartass of their couple, gifted her a pair of red fluffly interior tongs, with fake feathers on the top, to end her suffering. What she didn't see coming however, was the rule Vi imposed that they wear matching tongs. She will never admit it, but yes, it even lead to an argument one evening, when Caitlyn forgot to wear them first thing after work and Ci was feeling under the weather.
One of Viktor's first inventions was a little portable air conditioning, he still has to this day, though more than worn out. He religiously keeps it on his desk for the hotter days. Growing up, he extended the range, and now has one for each situation. And nothing, even the rest of the Academy's glare, will stop him from wandering around the building with his little machine in hand. They can stare all they want, he's the one not dumbly dying from heat at the end of the day.
He also made it an habit of using it to shamelessly blow air at full speed to Jayce's face whenever he starts rambling too much during their work meetings. Point made, and no words needed.
Characters : Caitlyn • Jayce • Jinx • Sevika • Silco • Vi • Viktor
Genre : list of headcanons
Warnings : none.
Silco thorougly has a manucure every two weeks. On more than one occasion, Sevika was due to do her full report of the night, Silco's focus entirely on her and on his notes, blank face, a sheepish esthetician half passed out at his side, trying to end his treatment as fast as they could.
He never demands for nail polish however, or at best a translucent one, to keep his nails shinny. He tried black once, but wasn't pleased with how fast it would crumble.
He has a nailfile and a little bottle of oil to hydrate the cuticles in one of the drawer of his desk, just in case. Silco has a way of quietly filing his nails in a perfect almond form that can give cold sweat to the scareless people of the Under City.
Whenever Sevika gets a day off (which doesn't happen often), she goes to the hammam. She's gonna pay for the whole treatment - massage, body scrub and rassoul wrap. She instantly flexes her muscles and gives her best glare whenever there is too much people in the sauna to her appreciation. She's gonna lay down all the way and for sure kick you out if the bench isn't long enough for the two of you.
Caitlyn is a self-care gourou. She knows all of the grandmas' beauty secrets, and can advise people about oils and aromatherapy faster than any professional in Piltover. She has a bit of a tendency to believe that plants can resolve absolutely everything, and tried to grow her own little collection (but she sucks at keeping them alive). In a world where social medias, or some sort of, exist, she definitely is a beauty influencer.
Vi is into daily meditation. Under the appareances given her rough attitude, her time to Stillwater led her to find her own way of keeping sanity.
After Silco took her in, Jinx slowly warmed up to the idea of little moments of luxury. She somehow stumbled over the very new yoga trend seducing the most opulent folks in Piltover, and moved mountains to get Silco to hire a private teacher for the both of them. Since then, they made it a Sunday habit to rental the most expensive semblance of a studio in the Lanes.
Silco is a master at going from downward dog to plank and cobra in the most elegant way, and is secretly very proud of his newfound flexibility, that he can show off whenever he's in need of punching someone.
Viktor started journaling when he entered the Academy. At first, he wanted it to be some kind of a logbook, full of mathematic annotations and scientific thoughts, until he slowly drifted from there to complaining about Heimerdinger, dreaming of ways to help people, asking himself why some random pals would blush looking at him, or how amazing Jayce's arguments were to him.
Jayce found out about his habit once, and being the (manipulable) positive bean he is, from this day forward, decided to do the same.
He soon learned from Caitlyn all about daily habits trackers, and became obsessed with it. He consciously reviews his day each night, and became a pro at doodling little flowers, hearts, clouds and smileys to enhance his emotions. He almost teared up on his twenty-six birthday, when Viktor gifted him cute little stickers to match his journal, he found in some publicity in his mailbox (though he never said they came from there, and for free).
Caitlyn found his newfound hobby so amazing that she decided to convince Jayce to make it a tradition on the first day of the year. Each year, hangover or not, they would religiously lock themselves in her room, and write all about their intentions for the year to come.
When Jinx desires a change of activity from her explosives creations, she takes a break by making her very own candles, full of pink, blue and green little strass. She has it constantly all around her place, acts completely carefree about them, and it's an actual miracle the Last Drop didn't burn yet. Sevika somehow always ends up having to blow them up on her way home, tiredly muttering about a "spoiled and crazy little brat".
Vi's little weakness is socks. Cute, fluffly, huge socks with animal heads and little ears, half of the anti-slip gone due to how much she wears them. She despises the first nights announcing the beginning of the summer, because it means she will either have to stop wearing them, or to stubbornly overheating.
Caitlyn, being the smartass of their couple, gifted her a pair of red fluffly interior tongs, with fake feathers on the top, to end her suffering. What she didn't see coming however, was the rule Vi imposed that they wear matching tongs. She will never admit it, but yes, it even lead to an argument one evening, when Caitlyn forgot to wear them first thing after work and Ci was feeling under the weather.
One of Viktor's first inventions was a little portable air conditioning, he still has to this day, though more than worn out. He religiously keeps it on his desk for the hotter days. Growing up, he extended the range, and now has one for each situation. And nothing, even the rest of the Academy's glare, will stop him from wandering around the building with his little machine in hand. They can stare all they want, he's the one not dumbly dying from heat at the end of the day.
He also made it an habit of using it to shamelessly blow air at full speed to Jayce's face whenever he starts rambling too much during their work meetings. Point made, and no words needed.
Credits : the template of this prompt was created by @writing-prompts-by-sybil. Thanks for sharing your ideas 🧡
Notes : Hi pals ! Here's a little SFW alphabet for our dearest Viktor, from Arcane (I'm just so soft for him). The idea is to do alphabet prompts with each letter of the character's name, but don't hesitate to request other letters for them if you want to !
Have a nice day my loves 🌻
Value - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?
Viktor is a workaholic, and he knows it. The fact is, he assumes you're as aware of the matter as he is, and are alright with it. Assuring the security of Piltover, and giving a chance in life to people, comes with sacrifices. In his mind, what he does for a living contributes to your own happiness, and he can have quite a hard time to grasp why people don't always see it his way. It is why I picture him needing an independent and chill partner.
However, in the beginning of your relationship, and depending on your own needs, his behavior could have lead to a few argues.
It was quite hard for Viktor to grasp the problem at first, given that you started dating him knowing how he functions, and I imagine him being a little too stubborn about your tantrums at times. If there's one thing Viktor will targue himself about, despite his many insecurities, it's the fact that he chose not to change, not anymore, not for anyone. In all honesty, if it wasn't for Jayce, who one day had enough of the situation and decided to kick some sens into his best friend's mind, you both might not have been together for much longer, despite the affection you shared for one another.
Injury - What do they do if their s/o gets hurt?
Viktor would be a total mess.
After the initial shock of your health state passed, he will try to find his own solution, and won't hesitate to require meeting after meeting with your appointed doctor.
If desperate, that man could actually have the very bad idea to go consult that doctor from the Under City. However, he wouldn't let him get close to you in any circumstances, and would analyse a million time each and every possibility he gave him before acting.
His own health being what it is, he won't take yours for granted (and won't let you laugh about it), and will make sure you get out of the hospital with a long-term healing program. Give it to him to suddenly find the time in his agenda and be right at your side at your appointments, taking notes of your medical needs, and not letting you go out of the office until he's totally sure you understood every term used. You will certainly have him catching up his work in the incomfortable waiting room, because work stays work, but have no doubt that his presence is a testimony of his feelings for you.
Kisses - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?
Hell yes.
I do picture him as demi-sexual, and with it (and his dedication to his work) comes the fact that he never took time for developing an actual relationship. He's a mess when it comes to see the hints from potential lovers, and probably missed his chance more than once. His first kiss might have been stolen by some hot investor at one of the rare party he (was forced to) attend to, and he didn't find any interest in it.
You crashing into his life and filling his all being with tender butterflies actually felt like an earthquake to him. It took him years to make peace with what he calls his "disinterest to love", and then, there you are, proving him wrong in all your glory.
Your first kiss must have been a sweet, adorable mess, that you both secretly cherish to this day. Noses bumping against each other, missed tempo, soft laughs, all wrapped up into the quiet of your embrace.
But, oh boy, Viktor is a quick learner. He jumps straight in each new passion of his - you being his absolute favorite. He's not a peck person, oh no. If you kiss, you kiss.
He loves taking it slow, needs the reassuring sensation of your arms around him. He's a bitter. Lips, jaw, neck, everything he can reach will be his playground. It gives him the opportunity to tenderly ravish your skin after that, pretending to soothe you because he still thinks he needs an excuse to loose himself in you.
Time - What are their future plans?
The fact is, Viktor has the bad habit to think that what he is absolutely certain of - like the fact that you're both deeply in for the rest of your life - is also clear as day for the rest of the world.
In this perspective, he can give the sensation that he lives your story on a day-to-day basis. If it can be quite reassuring in the first months of your relationship, giving you the time to figure out your own feelings, with the years going by, you could need some reassurance.
Communicate about it, because this man, as genius as he is, won't be able to understand it at all if you're not blunt about it.
Orange - What color reminds them of their s/o?
Blue. Blue like the peace, calm, soft happiness you bring into his life. Whatever your personality may be like, and even if you're a spicy little thing, you remain the anchor he needs in his life.
Your hugs are what will always comfort him the most, your words a succession of reassurance. You're his sky, sun and stars reunited, as he once wrote in a messy little poem, after a few drinks (and that Jayce shamelessly stole from him and uses as a leverage since then).
Romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?
He's a creative. He's too shy to give you loud declarations, whether in words or acts. Subtlety is more who he is. Viktor is a romantic in his own way. He believes in love forever. You're his person, you're into his heart for the rest of his life.
Like always, he can be a little lost in his mind, and will forget to remind you how much he adores you. I hope you're quite low key about displays of affection, because you won't receive that much from him on a daily basis. However, don't hesitate to act upon your own feelings. It's a way to reassure him and to slowly remind him that this is a way to be in a relationship.
Credits : the template of this prompt was created by @writing-prompts-by-sybil. Thanks for sharing your ideas 🧡
Notes : Hi pals ! Here's a little SFW alphabet for our dearest Viktor, from Arcane (I'm just so soft for him). The idea is to do alphabet prompts with each letter of the character's name, but don't hesitate to request other letters for them if you want to !
Have a nice day my loves 🌻
Value - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?
Viktor is a workaholic, and he knows it. The fact is, he assumes you're as aware of the matter as he is, and are alright with it. Assuring the security of Piltover, and giving a chance in life to people, comes with sacrifices. In his mind, what he does for a living contributes to your own happiness, and he can have quite a hard time to grasp why people don't always see it his way. It is why I picture him needing an independent and chill partner.
However, in the beginning of your relationship, and depending on your own needs, his behavior could have lead to a few argues.
It was quite hard for Viktor to grasp the problem at first, given that you started dating him knowing how he functions, and I imagine him being a little too stubborn about your tantrums at times. If there's one thing Viktor will targue himself about, despite his many insecurities, it's the fact that he chose not to change, not anymore, not for anyone. In all honesty, if it wasn't for Jayce, who one day had enough of the situation and decided to kick some sens into his best friend's mind, you both might not have been together for much longer, despite the affection you shared for one another.
Injury - What do they do if their s/o gets hurt?
Viktor would be a total mess.
After the initial shock of your health state passed, he will try to find his own solution, and won't hesitate to require meeting after meeting with your appointed doctor.
If desperate, that man could actually have the very bad idea to go consult that doctor from the Under City. However, he wouldn't let him get close to you in any circumstances, and would analyse a million time each and every possibility he gave him before acting.
His own health being what it is, he won't take yours for granted (and won't let you laugh about it), and will make sure you get out of the hospital with a long-term healing program. Give it to him to suddenly find the time in his agenda and be right at your side at your appointments, taking notes of your medical needs, and not letting you go out of the office until he's totally sure you understood every term used. You will certainly have him catching up his work in the incomfortable waiting room, because work stays work, but have no doubt that his presence is a testimony of his feelings for you.
Kisses - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?
Hell yes.
I do picture him as demi-sexual, and with it (and his dedication to his work) comes the fact that he never took time for developing an actual relationship. He's a mess when it comes to see the hints from potential lovers, and probably missed his chance more than once. His first kiss might have been stolen by some hot investor at one of the rare party he (was forced to) attend to, and he didn't find any interest in it.
You crashing into his life and filling his all being with tender butterflies actually felt like an earthquake to him. It took him years to make peace with what he calls his "disinterest to love", and then, there you are, proving him wrong in all your glory.
Your first kiss must have been a sweet, adorable mess, that you both secretly cherish to this day. Noses bumping against each other, missed tempo, soft laughs, all wrapped up into the quiet of your embrace.
But, oh boy, Viktor is a quick learner. He jumps straight in each new passion of his - you being his absolute favorite. He's not a peck person, oh no. If you kiss, you kiss.
He loves taking it slow, needs the reassuring sensation of your arms around him. He's a bitter. Lips, jaw, neck, everything he can reach will be his playground. It gives him the opportunity to tenderly ravish your skin after that, pretending to soothe you because he still thinks he needs an excuse to loose himself in you.
Time - What are their future plans?
The fact is, Viktor has the bad habit to think that what he is absolutely certain of - like the fact that you're both deeply in for the rest of your life - is also clear as day for the rest of the world.
In this perspective, he can give the sensation that he lives your story on a day-to-day basis. If it can be quite reassuring in the first months of your relationship, giving you the time to figure out your own feelings, with the years going by, you could need some reassurance.
Communicate about it, because this man, as genius as he is, won't be able to understand it at all if you're not blunt about it.
Orange - What color reminds them of their s/o?
Blue. Blue like the peace, calm, soft happiness you bring into his life. Whatever your personality may be like, and even if you're a spicy little thing, you remain the anchor he needs in his life.
Your hugs are what will always comfort him the most, your words a succession of reassurance. You're his sky, sun and stars reunited, as he once wrote in a messy little poem, after a few drinks (and that Jayce shamelessly stole from him and uses as a leverage since then).
Romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?
He's a creative. He's too shy to give you loud declarations, whether in words or acts. Subtlety is more who he is. Viktor is a romantic in his own way. He believes in love forever. You're his person, you're into his heart for the rest of his life.
Like always, he can be a little lost in his mind, and will forget to remind you how much he adores you. I hope you're quite low key about displays of affection, because you won't receive that much from him on a daily basis. However, don't hesitate to act upon your own feelings. It's a way to reassure him and to slowly remind him that this is a way to be in a relationship.
Random thoughts on my ✨feminist✨ journey I have a lot in mind these days :
☀️ A mother is called "mother" for a very simple reason ; because she might identify herself as a woman. So let's respect our moms' very first identity, once and for all. Being a mother and a woman (whatever it may mean to them) were never incompatible.
🌷I was harassed in the street again lately. I told about it to a friend, who was pissed off because I refused to go to the police by fear and emotional exhaustion. He thought that being feminist implies that you will have to report any kind of act against us. That's our job for protecting ourselves (while once again no one does the job of educating men). I thought a lot about second hand victimisation after that, and how it's always the victim who looses, even in the case they win. You will have to stand your ground in front of a whole bunch of cops, and then a court, with a judge to tell you if your very own feelings are valid. Your. own. Feelings. That belong only to ourselves. On full display for probably some white-cis-het old dude who knows, in the best case, not enough about people's reality.
🌸 If you speak French, you probably grew up with (THE queen) Diam's. She's a fantastic french rapper, and for a decade, had been the only woman from this industry really known by the large public. She wore a lot of joggings, her hair cut short, golden chains and all of it. She looked amazing, said everywhere how woman she felt, and I remember being a kid at the time, and saying stuff like "that's a woman too right there". (She then decided to quit, she married and converted to Islam, wore the hijjab, and then I let you guess how many racists, patriarchal and disgusting comments were made against her). Recently, a guy told me about her "she had to dress this way to compete with men". Maybe, maybe not. But why is it that when you want to take some space, you have to either be "masculine" or ultra "feminine" (he used Nicki and Doja for example) ? Why is it that a woman in the industry automatically has to justify her freaking choice of clothes ?
In the end both sides loose. When you dress too much like a "man" (hello cisnormativity) you try to compete and you're a rough one and some shitty assholes will dream of putting you back to your real place. When you dress like a "real woman" (probably means too much like a slut in their mind), you will never be enough, you're woman and you're not at the same time, because they would never want "their good girls" to dress like that while jerking off on the thought of it, but hey you're cute, dumb and hot, so please continue, at least we prefer you this way, you're not dreaming of being like "us". Why can't we just be US once and for all ?
👑 Had a date with a guy who spoke about his nefew of like four years old, whom he saw forcing a hug on a little girl at school. He was wondering if it was problematic, and from where he could have learn that. The argument : "He's only four." God I hate that sentence.
Because, no, he's already four. It's been already four years of him growing up with that kind of logic that goes against consent, and where he thinks it's okay to force himself on another kid, even if it may seem innocent to him for now. It's what's worst ; when crossing the limits of someone else, both physical and mental, is perceived as innocent from the youngest of us. That sadly means the most difficult process of deconstruction later on.
⭐ I have a problem with the new tendency to say that preliminaries aren't sex. Like, okay, maybe in the vocabulary itself, we make some difference. But we should never use this difference when it comes to consent. Forcing someone into preliminaries is as disgusting and condamnable as doing it during a potential penetration. If I say "no, I don't want to have sex today", it also automatically goes for "no, I won't suck you instead", for fuck sake.
18+
Viktor x Reader x Jayce
Warnings & tags: threesome, established polyamorous relationship, very slight degradation (Jayce receiving), blowjob (Jayce receiving), oral (reader receiving), three idiots in love, shower sex, praise, sub Jayce, switch Vik, switch reader, although the dynamic of it is barely there. Afab reader, gender neutral pronouns.
Word count: 7k
Synopsis: your two partners return from a long work day and get caught in the rain. A shower ought to fix it all.
Jayce casts long shadows. And to anyone else, they would be constrictive, suffocating, but not to Viktor.
Credits : the template of this prompt was created by @writing-prompts-by-sybil. Thanks for sharing your ideas 🧡
Notes : Hi pals ! Here's a little SFW alphabet for our dearest Viktor, from Arcane (I'm just so soft for him). The idea is to do alphabet prompts with each letter of the character's name, but don't hesitate to request other letters for them if you want to !
Have a nice day my loves 🌻
Value - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?
Viktor is a workaholic, and he knows it. The fact is, he assumes you're as aware of the matter as he is, and are alright with it. Assuring the security of Piltover, and giving a chance in life to people, comes with sacrifices. In his mind, what he does for a living contributes to your own happiness, and he can have quite a hard time to grasp why people don't always see it his way. It is why I picture him needing an independent and chill partner.
However, in the beginning of your relationship, and depending on your own needs, his behavior could have lead to a few argues.
It was quite hard for Viktor to grasp the problem at first, given that you started dating him knowing how he functions, and I imagine him being a little too stubborn about your tantrums at times. If there's one thing Viktor will targue himself about, despite his many insecurities, it's the fact that he chose not to change, not anymore, not for anyone. In all honesty, if it wasn't for Jayce, who one day had enough of the situation and decided to kick some sens into his best friend's mind, you both might not have been together for much longer, despite the affection you shared for one another.
Injury - What do they do if their s/o gets hurt?
Viktor would be a total mess.
After the initial shock of your health state passed, he will try to find his own solution, and won't hesitate to require meeting after meeting with your appointed doctor.
If desperate, that man could actually have the very bad idea to go consult that doctor from the Under City. However, he wouldn't let him get close to you in any circumstances, and would analyse a million time each and every possibility he gave him before acting.
His own health being what it is, he won't take yours for granted (and won't let you laugh about it), and will make sure you get out of the hospital with a long-term healing program. Give it to him to suddenly find the time in his agenda and be right at your side at your appointments, taking notes of your medical needs, and not letting you go out of the office until he's totally sure you understood every term used. You will certainly have him catching up his work in the incomfortable waiting room, because work stays work, but have no doubt that his presence is a testimony of his feelings for you.
Kisses - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?
Hell yes.
I do picture him as demi-sexual, and with it (and his dedication to his work) comes the fact that he never took time for developing an actual relationship. He's a mess when it comes to see the hints from potential lovers, and probably missed his chance more than once. His first kiss might have been stolen by some hot investor at one of the rare party he (was forced to) attend to, and he didn't find any interest in it.
You crashing into his life and filling his all being with tender butterflies actually felt like an earthquake to him. It took him years to make peace with what he calls his "disinterest to love", and then, there you are, proving him wrong in all your glory.
Your first kiss must have been a sweet, adorable mess, that you both secretly cherish to this day. Noses bumping against each other, missed tempo, soft laughs, all wrapped up into the quiet of your embrace.
But, oh boy, Viktor is a quick learner. He jumps straight in each new passion of his - you being his absolute favorite. He's not a peck person, oh no. If you kiss, you kiss.
He loves taking it slow, needs the reassuring sensation of your arms around him. He's a bitter. Lips, jaw, neck, everything he can reach will be his playground. It gives him the opportunity to tenderly ravish your skin after that, pretending to soothe you because he still thinks he needs an excuse to loose himself in you.
Time - What are their future plans?
The fact is, Viktor has the bad habit to think that what he is absolutely certain of - like the fact that you're both deeply in for the rest of your life - is also clear as day for the rest of the world.
In this perspective, he can give the sensation that he lives your story on a day-to-day basis. If it can be quite reassuring in the first months of your relationship, giving you the time to figure out your own feelings, with the years going by, you could need some reassurance.
Communicate about it, because this man, as genius as he is, won't be able to understand it at all if you're not blunt about it.
Orange - What color reminds them of their s/o?
Blue. Blue like the peace, calm, soft happiness you bring into his life. Whatever your personality may be like, and even if you're a spicy little thing, you remain the anchor he needs in his life.
Your hugs are what will always comfort him the most, your words a succession of reassurance. You're his sky, sun and stars reunited, as he once wrote in a messy little poem, after a few drinks (and that Jayce shamelessly stole from him and uses as a leverage since then).
Romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?
He's a creative. He's too shy to give you loud declarations, whether in words or acts. Subtlety is more who he is. Viktor is a romantic in his own way. He believes in love forever. You're his person, you're into his heart for the rest of his life.
Like always, he can be a little lost in his mind, and will forget to remind you how much he adores you. I hope you're quite low key about displays of affection, because you won't receive that much from him on a daily basis. However, don't hesitate to act upon your own feelings. It's a way to reassure him and to slowly remind him that this is a way to be in a relationship.
Genre: Idol!U, established relationship, implied smut, fluff, angst.
Words: 2k
Warnings: Fluff, but angsty fluff, insecurities, self-negativity, very quick mention of cyber harassment, allusion to oral sex (m receiving), kind of cum play.
A/N: Soooo… This is my very first writing for BTS 🙊 I’m kinda nervous about it, I guess? I can’t believe I actually did post something at all, I’m busy with so many drafts for months now, my mind is a mess at this point. Also, English isn’t my first language, even though I did my best to correct the mistakes. I’m so, so sorry if you still find some, but please let me know so I can improve myself! Oh, and last thing; all of the advices in this story go for all of you as well, you’re all beautiful and unique, and nobody has the right to make you doubt about it!
“Hey…” You whisper when you look up to meet his teary and ecstatic eyes you love to lose yourself in.
Only one final and broken moan answers you, his voice long gone, breath erratic and satisfied, and you take his inability to speak as a personal trophy for your performance.
You give Namjoon the time he needs to land, peppering his thighs and hips with thousands of butterfly kisses, delicately biting the skin here and there. You want to give him a future reminder of the delicious intimacy you shared together, on this early morning, you eagerly on your knees, him squirming endlessly under your touch and tongue. You love it – seeing him this undone, messy and lost in a world that belongs only to the two of you, at the mercy of your desires and silly fantasies.
Genre: Idol!U, established relationship, implied smut, fluff, angst.
Words: 2k
Warnings: Fluff, but angsty fluff, insecurities, self-negativity, very quick mention of cyber harassment, allusion to oral sex (m receiving), kind of cum play.
A/N: Soooo... This is my very first writing for BTS 🙊 I’m kinda nervous about it, I guess? I can’t believe I actually did post something at all, I’m busy with so many drafts for months now, my mind is a mess at this point. Also, English isn’t my first language, even though I did my best to correct the mistakes. I’m so, so sorry if you still find some, but please let me know so I can improve myself! Oh, and last thing; all of the advices in this story go for all of you as well, you’re all beautiful and unique, and nobody has the right to make you doubt about it!
“Hey...” You whisper when you look up to meet his teary and ecstatic eyes you love to lose yourself in.
Only one final and broken moan answers you, his voice long gone, breath erratic and satisfied, and you take his inability to speak as a personal trophy for your performance.
You give Namjoon the time he needs to land, peppering his thighs and hips with thousands of butterfly kisses, delicately biting the skin here and there. You want to give him a future reminder of the delicious intimacy you shared together, on this early morning, you eagerly on your knees, him squirming endlessly under your touch and tongue. You love it – seeing him this undone, messy and lost in a world that belongs only to the two of you, at the mercy of your desires and silly fantasies.
Above you, he remains panting and gasping for fresh and cold air, anything to cool down the intense pleasure you offered him so selflessly. You try to photograph a moment you’re the only one allowed to see, from an angle that is enough to send sweet electricity to your core in a fraction of second. You love him, you adore him, and words are never enough to tell him how much.
You gently caress his sides, a light touch that you know will tickle him, and between two sharp breaths, he gives you one of the cutest giggles you’ve ever heard. It brings a smile to your visage, and as you raise your butt from the back of your – sore – calves, your lips brush against his belly, playfully teasing the tan skin you love so much.
“Y/N...” His voice is only a whisper, and you take it as a silent ‘thank you’, to which you gladly respond by sinking your teeth just above his navel, where you know he is so often sensitive, in the afterglow of your sweet, sweet games.
His fingers intermingle into your hair, and it isn’t until his hand finally finds its way to your chin, softly, trying to push you away from where you worship him, that you understand his silent plea. You take it as a consequence of his over-sensitivity, and you look up to him in an instant, searching for any direction he is willing to give you. You’re not done with building his pleasure this morning, you plan to abandon yourself to him again and again, but you know better than to push him to his boundaries.
“Baby, could you not...” The words sink into your mind a little too slowly, so rare for you to hear, that, for a few seconds, you can’t fully comprehend what happens, what it means.
Namjoon lets out a frustrated whine, his teeth capturing his lower lip when he lets his eyes wandering around the room, in the search of the right words to say.
“Did I do something that made you uncomfortable?” Your soft, insecure voice is what brings his attention back to you.
You’re quick to stand up, before he can even register your actions and coming to your aide, but you barely feel the aching pain in your legs. Not when all you hear, see, comprehend, is that, somehow, you disregarded the comfort of your lover. Your very first rule. The one that matters the most, each single time you find yourself lost in each other’s embrace, the one you swore you would never, absolutely never, breach.
And you have already started to feel it – that petrifying weight made of remorse and fear, so heavy in your stomach.
“No! You didn’t... Please, don’t worry, nothing is your fault. Gosh, you did so well.”
He’s brushing your collarbones with his thumb, before gently squeezing your upper arms. You can’t see yourself, but by the sheepish look he’s giving you, you imagine you must look like a terrified puppy. And to be honest, that’s kinda what you feel you are, right now.
“It’s just... I– I would prefer if, for now, you don’t touch too much, huh... My belly.”
You blink. Once, twice, before slowly putting two and two together.
You saw it, those last days. How, under the pressure of an impending comeback, he had started to worry a little more about the consistency and the quantity of his plates. How he came back to you later and later each passing day, only for you to discover he took extra hours with their physical trainer, after an already way too long and exhausting dance practice with the band. And you feel silly for a moment, because in all those years of a romance story you beautified together, you never thought that this would be an insecurity Namjoon would have to face.
Oh, he had many hidden under this breathtaking smile and charismatic aura of his, and you were so grateful he always saw you as his very first confident, more than willing to work over them with you, and letting you see so much more than the perfect, talented rapper, leader, idol he was to the outside world. You knew all too well how his appearance had been criticized before – and sometimes, even still now, to your furious anger – but you thought the worst of it was behind him. You thought he finally had come to see himself the same way you admired him. You knew he had, for a moment. But hey, celebrity was a poisoned gift.
In front of you, glorified by the morning sunlight that warmly colours your kitchen, your boyfriend does everything he can to escape to your astonished gaze, uncomfortably trying to cope with the silence that rules in the room. He looks so fragile at this moment – the tall, charismatic man who stole your heart years ago, now completely naked, in the grip of some totally silly self-doubts.
“Namjoon. You’re perfect the way you are, you know that?”
Only a quick and insecure gaze responds to you, before he turns his face away from your sight once again, a blush – that you guess must come from his embarrassment – on his pretty cheeks you love to kiss and play with.
You take a step towards him, until your chests graze against each other, and you feel the soft tremor of his muscles, shaken by the evident emotions clouding his mind. Softly, you raise your hand and brush your fingers over his jaw, replacing a tangle of hair behind his ear.
“Look at me.” You intimate in a whisper, and you gift him with a proud, soulful smile when he does so. “Those last months, all I saw of you was the fact that you shine with life, passion, happiness. Everything in your eyes, your gestures, your physique, screams how amazing you are.”
“But I gained weight.”
“So what? In what world, gaining happy weight means you’re not allowed to be pretty anymore?”
He softly chuckles, both from tenderness to your innocent statement, and from the harsh knowing of a reality that contradicts your words. Idols’ industry, that’s where. Or the world you desperately want to rebuild so, so much.
“I think you’re stunning. I love you and I admire you so much. You have your fans, and they will feel the same way as I do when they will see you at the release of the album. This stupid industry, its rules... Let it sink in its own absurdity. Don’t go down with it. Free yourself from its negativity. Outside of it, we are so many to love you for who you are. Your appearance is only a tiny bit of your identity, you’re so much more than just your body.”
You take the risk to graze your fingers against his tummy, and you’re met with a surprised gasp. But under your touch, Namjoon is quick to stay still. Somehow, in your desperate soliloquy, you succeeded to gain enough of his attention to have him really listening to you.
“This,” you murmur with all the warmth you can find in yourself, “is the most beautiful belly I’ve ever seen. Because it’s yours. I don’t care about its shape, I care about the amount of joy it hides, about the emotions that make a whole horde of butterflies flying there, about the fact that it says you’re healthy and safe. That’s all that matters to me. And it’s much, much more important that just some abs poking through it. That made you unhappy enough all those years ago, because it asked you to always deprive yourself from what the amazing young man you were should have discovered at this period of your life. If you have a belly, it’s to fill it, for god sake. The norm that wants you to do the opposite of what being alive literally means, is insane, and that needs to change. Not you.”
He takes a few seconds to let your speech sink in, seemingly lost, deep in his thoughts.
“I know you’re right. I know I shouldn’t care about that, and one day, I hope it will be all in the past. I mean, definitely. And that’s not really like me to think this way, it must be just a moment of weakness, with all the stress of the comeback. But, it’s just...”
He’s searching for his words, and you see the frustration seizing his gestures when he can’t put a finger on it. Namjoon is a man of letters, and he hates nothing more than being unable to speak the emotions that linger on the tip of his tongue.
“That the thought is here?” You bend your knees a little more, searching for his eyes, and he silently approves your statement when he meets yours. “Hey, it’s okay if it’s here. I guess there’s a difference between believing in an unhealthy thought, and knowing it isn’t the truth, but dealing with its presence for a little while, because sometimes it's all we can do about it. Until one day, soon, you will have like a snap, and it will be all resolved, maybe even without you understanding exactly how.”
You try to punctuate your words with a dramatical snap of your fingers, only to fail, and it makes him giggle with amusement – the sound you love the most in your whole life. He takes a deep breath, before capturing your hand in his large one, and you wriggle with contentment under the caress of his thumb over your skin.
“Until then, I will happily love your tummy for the both of us.” You vigorously promise him with what you hope is a beaming and confident smile.
It seems to do the work, because the next thing you know, he engulfs you into his embrace, your head resting in the crook of his neck, breathing in the musky fragrance of his skin and of the last remnants of sweat – well, your bad.
“I love you.” He whispers, and you catch the slight tremor in his voice.
You giggle and squirm in his arms, raising your face to meet his. “Oh, yeah, well, I can understand that. Good idea, by the way.”
He snickers and rolls his eyes, but you know he secretly cherishes your cockiness – you’re pretty sure he even has a kink for it, at this point.
You both fall into a comfortable silence, fingers tracing abstract forms over the other’s skin, hearts beating in unison, eyes meeting every now and then to quietly convey feelings words aren’t enough to pay tribute to.
“Sorry that I kind of ruined the moment, by the way.”
He’s embarrassed about it, all in his body language tells you, but you will have none of it. If anything, only the pride of bravely facing his insecurities and having the strength to confide about it to someone else should linger in his mind.
“Please, you didn’t ruin anything. I mean, if you don’t believe me, just look at all the cum over my boobs.”
“Huh, gross.”
“Hey, you’re the one who wanted to cum there. I only helped you to realize your fantasies.”
“And you’re clearly the best at that.” Namjoon concedes with a soft peck, before retreating quickly when your chest cuddles his, enough for him to distinctly feel the unpleasant sticky sensation, right where he abandoned the proof of his pleasure earlier.
“But I think we should definitely wash before anything else.”
“Fine, fine...” You mumble with fake annoyance, capturing his hand and leading him to the bathroom. You turn around, hazardously walking backwards, before sending a predatory smirk in his way. “But I choose our shower-song. You owe me that for the TED talk.”
“Anything but–”
“Expensive girl.” You cut him and maliciously relish the sight of his embarrassment – you're definitely never gonna let him forget about it, right?
