#demon viktor

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My demon Viktor being stolen, courtesy of Twitter

[arcade-writing]

My Acolyte

One shot - 🍋

Pairing: Viktor X reader (Arcane)

Gender neatural reader

Warning: monster fucking, stomach bulges, cream pie, minor praise kink, minor body horror, tentacles and overstimulation, he makes a nest

Summary: Viktor comes back home horny and you're more than happy to indulge him.

This is my first ever smut so please bare with me! I hope you enjoy!

"Viktor?"

You peered out, looking around as you heard the floor creak. The usual sound of his crutch is gone. You gasped, your back bumping into something solid. Eyes trialling up to see the face of the very man you were looking for - well demon. It was currently, night time which meant he was ready to feed.

"I'm.... hungry..." He croaked out, hands falling on your hips.

A cold sweat stuck to your skin. A nervous laugh escaped out as you squeezed his fingers.

"I thought you left to feed? Was there no bodies?"

He clicked, confusing you further. If he already ate then how could he be hungry? His body lowered, pressing his forehead against yours as he hummed. You shouldn't be surprised by how big his hands were but they still intimidated you; one sliding up to your neck. Pressing a claw against your skin. Your heart thumped against your chest as his other hand squeezed at your thigh.

Oh.

That kind of hungry.

"You ass-! I thought you were going to eat me!" You laughed, smacking the hand on your thigh.

A rumble vibrated through his chest. A soft purr came from him as he rubbed his cheek against yours. You did not doubt if he was human he would have a smirk on his face. He loved scaring you; seeing you tense up whenever he made a joke about eating you. Or biting your cheek muttering a husky 'delicious'. He was a menace to your sanity.

"I will......" He growled, gripping you tighter. Blood rushed to your cheeks as you felt one of his tentacles slide onto your exposed skin. He 'licked' a long strip up to your ear, his facial plate nibbed at your skin making you wince.

A moan slipped out, his hand sliding beneath your clothes and pawed at the inside of your thigh. Just grazing between them. One finger curled, caressing you through your underwear. Slow and teasing as your hips jerked. He buzzed watching you try to add more friction. Both of you were surprised by the grunt that left him as your hand flew up, clutching his horn.

Now it was your turn. Your fingers gripped his horn, fingers running over it as sparks of electricity popped against your skin. A breathy chuckle left you as he grinds himself on your back. Even when he was leaning down, he towered over you. Practically on your tiptoes just to get to his horn.

Viktor shivered, his spikes flexing as he mewled under your touch. But it wasn't enough. With a huff, he pulled away from you. You turned, looking up at him. Worried you did something wrong but he silenced your fear by easily picking you up. Throwing you over his shoulder with a chirp.

"HEY-! put me down!" You squealed. His shoulder uncomfortably digging into your stomach.

He didn't respond, carrying you over to the hole in the wall. For whatever reason; Lately, he was obsessed with hiding away in the walls. You tried asking him but he always waved you off. Squirming, you tried to adjust yourself only to be met with a sharp slap to your ass. Eyes fluttered as they rolled back as you held back a whine. He moved his hand between your legs again, travelling further into his hideaway. Rubbing oh so deliciously.

Your eyes widened when you realized where you were. Was this- it couldn't!

It was big enough for him to roam, with plenty of boards and pipes for him to climb. But what you were focused on was the pile of cushions and clothes all bunched together. You noticed some of your clothes within the pile - you shouldn't have known he took them!

With a whine, he stopped touching you. Gently putting you down as his ears dropped. You looked between the nest and him. He nodded his head towards it. Wanting you to say something.

He couldn't lie; he was nervous. Well, as nervous as he could feel in this body. Did you like it? Was it too much? Would you find it comfortable? He wasn't foreign to having thousand's of questions rushing in his mind but now - he couldn't predict the outcome. The only one who could was you.

"Did you make this?"

He nodded, perking up slightly. Glad you were showing interest.

"It's nice." You stated. Unsure what to do. A throbbing ache growing more inpatient in your lower half.

"But, I really want you to fuck me right now."

You couldn't even process what happened. Bouncing against the cushions as his body loomed over you. A dangerous spark came off his horns as his tail wagged. You wanted to laugh, keep confident under his piercing 'gaze'. It was impossible when you felt a heavy thud against your stomach. Your eyes darted down to see a large cock resting on you.

Oh!

Just from where it lay; you couldn't help but shrink at its size. Closing your legs in panic. Viktor shook his head, parting your legs with ease as he sat up. His cock silvered as if it had a mind of its own. Small spikes running down with multiple glowing buds lining its sides. It twitched under your gaze.

"Will that- will that even fit..?" You looked back at his face but he only purred.

"I'll... make it fit.." was all he said as he lowered down. Kneeling between your legs as he pulled off your clothes. The cold air made you gasp as he held your legs.

He moaned at just the sight of you. Taking in your naked lower half with joy. His facial plates lifted one at a time. Purposefully taking his time to give you what you wanted.

Multiple tentacles slid against your sex. Your back arching as you gripped his mane of hair. Only able to listen to the wet sounds of him devouring you. Your hips lifting, your body wanting more. He used one hand to hold them down and used his tail to keep your leg up. Your body twitched as you felt each tentacle swirl and suck. Reaching each sensitive spot perfectly.

"Vik-!" You moaned out. Feeling a familiar knot twist in your stomach. You pleaded for him to let you cum, grinding against him.

With one last slurp, it snapped. Your vision blurring. Your voice stuck in your throat. A whine left you as he didn't stop his pursuit.

"Please...Viktor-"

You sobbed as another orgasm crashed over you. Viktor was still merciless with his sucking. He was going to make sure you were dripping. His claws retracted as he pressed one to your hole. Your body jolted at the new sensation.

You weren't sure how long you'll last. His finger pumping in and out as you reached your climax once again. He didn't stop until he could easily fuck three fingers into you. You doubt even that was enough to fully prepare you for the absolute monster that wiggled below you.

Tears stained your cheeks, hiccuping out mewls and moans as he finally slowed down. His fingers left you as he settled you down. Caressing your hips as you lay there, twitching.

He clicked, tilting his head as he nuzzled against your neck. You caught your breath. Eyes shut tight as you run your hands through his fluffy locks.

"I'm okay... just give me a minute." You smiled, petting his head.

Once you calmed down. Viktor returned his fingers, giving your hole one last stretch before finally retreating. You offered him a weak thumbs up as he lined his dick with your hole.

You grabbed his arms, hissing as he slowly slid in. Even with all that prep you were right. It was hardly enough. Every two inches he had to stop, letting you adjust as you tried not to clench around him.

"So...good." he murmured. Stroking your hip as you nodded for him to continue.

It felt like forever for him to finally stop. You felt completely full. Splitting on his dick with sharp breathes.

"Are you- are you in?" You asked, too scared to look down.

There was a pause. Viktor clicked and your eyes snapped down. He was only half way in.

You groaned, falling back into the nest with your hands covering you eyes. Legs shakily wrapping around his waist.

"Please... just fuck me."

He couldn't deny your plea. Starting with slow shallow thrusts, easing the rest of his length in and out. With each thrust you got closer to taking in another inch. Moans spilled out of you once again as his thrust became faster. Growling as he slammed himself entirely into you. You gasped as his hips met yours. The hard plating on his body was surely going to bruise you but you didn't care. Only focused on how each bumb and spike rubbed your insides.

His hand landed on your stomach, directing your attention downwards. You noticed a faint glow from under your skin. Showing a perfect outline on his cock - you moaned as you placed your hand near his. Feeling a bulge that shouldn't be possible.

"Fuck!"

Your head threw back as he fucked into you. Growing more confident with your reactions. His pace was just as brutal and inhuman as him. Your legs were forced over his shoulders, the new angle blowing any sense of reason away. Stars glittered in your vision as your grew limp.

You were just an oversized sex toy at this point. He was running off pure instinct. Driven by how tight you felt. Hugging his cock with each moan. Only able to chant his name along with curses. Begging him to go faster. The tight band of your orgasm rising once again in your stomach. Growing tighter and tighter. You could feel his dick twitch, signs of his own orgasm coming.

He leaned down letting his tentacles caress and hug at your face. You giggled hearing him purr louder. a soft moment breaking your daze. Before you were reminded of your position as he pulled his hips back. Each bump dragging on your walls until only his tip remained.

"Vik-? What's wrong?"

"Where?"

You let out a soft 'huh'. Trying to understand what he meant until it hit you.

"Inside... please...." You looked away, feeling embarassed. As if you weren't begging for him seconds before.

Viktor growled. Slamming back into you with one forceful thrust. Your whole body jumped as you felt the band threaten to snap. He gripped your hips, picking up right where he left off. Desperately trying to reach his climax. Brimming with joy at your decision.

You both moaned in unison. His cum filling you to the brim as he lazily thrusted. Shivering with each spill. It felt endless. You let out a shaky breath when he finally pulled out. Blushing as you felt his seed drip out.

He just stared down at you. Watching it drip, kneeling once again to get a closer look. You squealed, crossing your ahcing legs to hide away from his gaze.

"Stop it! Pervert!"

He propped his head on your knees, smoking drifting from his body. You would of been startled if you didn't know him.

His human self appearing out from the smoke, still looking at you from your legs. A large grin on his face. His cheeks were just as red as yours.

"Hmm, you were amazing, Ангел."

His hands ran up and down your legs. Your body finally giving out from all the ache. Laying with sprawled limbs as your lover crawled on top of you.

"You were too - you just couldn't wait, could you?" You teased, laughing at his bashful face.

"I couldn't when you feel as good as that." He sighed. Laying besides you as he felt the pain in his leg return.

"It's addicting."

You couldn't stop the smile growing on your face. His praise was your own addiction. His voice was like honey to your ears. The same colour as his eyes but right now, in the current light. They were a stunning gold. Shining brighter than any coin you could find.

"I love you, Viktor."

"I love you too."

You kissed him, feeling your eyes grow heavy. He caressed your cheek, causing you to hum. Falling asleep in his arms.

[arcade-writing]

My Acolyte

prologue / chapter 1

Warnings: mentions of injury, tubes in skin and medical setting

Pairing: Viktor x Reader (Arcane)

Summary: waking up in a strange home with an even stranger scientist. Now, you were stuck with him as a study case due to your injury.

You gasped. Shooting up as you desperately grabbed at your limbs. Patting yourself down expecting to find any sign of damage. With relief, you slouched. Softly panting from your moment of panic.

"Oh...Hello." a voice called out, unfamiliar with an accent foreign to you. You snapped your head to the sound and saw a man standing there.

A scream ripped out of your throat as you scampered away. He had goggles and a mask covering his face, a tube pushed and pulled against itself as if pumping something into it. A leather apron covered what clothes he had on; stains covered it from what you could assume to be oil to very obvious signs of blood splatters. He raised his hands in defence but It only made you cower. Hands hidden under black gloves.

You bit back a hiss as your leg kicked out, trying to get as far away as you could from the stranger. Yelping, as you almost fumbled off the table you were on. Looking down, you saw your leg was wrapped in tight bandage's. There was a purple hue coming from it, you leaned towards it. Hoping to see what was happening but a hand shot out. Grabbing your wrist.

"What happened to my leg?"

The man propped himself back up, leaning against his crutch as he let go of your hand.

"You were attacked, from my speculation."

Attacked? Your brows scrunched as you looked down at your leg. Realization hits you as you let out a small gasp. THE DEMON! it scratched your leg! The pieces all came back to you; remembering how you escaped and found yourself in someone's home. Wait- this doesn't look at all like the room you crawled into.

You ducked your head away from the light shining down at you. Squinting to get a good look at the space around you. There were scraps of machinery everywhere. Robots half-built. Jars lined the ways that looked to be machine organs. Papers scattered from the desks to the floors. It was a complete mess.

"I was..." You paused. Unsure if you could say how. Would he even believe you? He seemed like a scientist; they could be a chance. But would he? Demons were barely recognized as actual beings. They were still being studied and discovered - if anyone could even get close to one. They were as much as a mystery as the stranger before you.

"I have a theory about your wound, care to hear it?"

"Uh- sure?" You shrugged. Hoping he wasn't going to tell you were going to lose it.

"I theorize you were attacked by something inhuman - there is no beast in Zaun that could leave such a mark, especially not with the infection it's left - were you attacked by something magical?"

You were barely grasping his words. Thousands of thoughts racing in your mind as you only heard 'infection'. It echoed until it slapped you across your skull. Panic flooded back in as you stared at him in horror.

"Y-yes...it was a demon."

"Ah, so I was correct." He nodded. Writing down something in a nearby notebook. Finishing off whatever note he was leaving with an aggressive flick.

"What do you mean by infected? Am I going to lose my leg? AM I GOING TO DIE?!" You couldn't stop the screech that left you. Tears peaking from the corner of your ears.

"There, there - you will experience no such thing, it was a minor infection that can be easily cured - unless, you wish to get a new leg?"

"No..no I'm fine." You shuffled to the side. Nodding to yourself as you looked him up and down.

"I like my limbs the way they are."

"Unfortunate." His accent grew thicker, disappointment clear in his voice. You couldn't hide your discomfort. Watching him closely as he pulled out a tank from beside his desk.

"Speaking of a cure, I am not yet finished with your leg, the bandage was merely to add pressure - you will want to relax for this next step."

He pressed down on your shoulder, surprisingly strong for his slim build. You were pinned easily to the surgical table. He used the hand holding his crutch to grab a mask, swapping hands when he saw you lay still. You tried your best to push away his arm as he put the mask near your face but it was futile. He kept it firm over your mouth and nose. A sweet smell invades your senses causing your hair to spike at the back of your neck.

"Wait- what are you- WAIT-!" You cried out, seeing him pull out a syringe. As soon as it was injected your eyes fluttered close. Drifting into a deep sleep.

You weren't sure when you awoke. Searching your area you see you've been moved again. This time, you were laying on a plush mattress. The blankets were thin but that was expected. It was rare to find anything overly luxurious in your city. A hum left you, sinking back down into the squishy pillow below you. It was so warm.

"You're finally awake! Good."

With squinted eyes, you looked up at the man. His mask was removed and goggles sat on the top of his head. Pushing back the wild mane that was his hair.

"What....what did you do to me....?"

"I merely added a pump to your wound, to clear out the infection from your blood."

You nodded. Struggling to lift yourself and look down at your leg. Your sight was fuzzy, sleep clinging to your eyes. You rubbed it away and saw the tube inside your leg. It leads to a small pump tied just above your ankle. A wince left you at the sight of it.

"I expect it to be cleared from your system within a week, with regular cleaning and check-up."

"A week...? But - I'm too busy...I have work to go to."

"Nonsense, you will be under my care until you are cleared." His hand waved you off, rolling his eyes.

"But I need-"

"I have already prepared a note to give to your employer." He shoved a letter in your face, you gently took it.

It was an unsealed letter with a singular stamp at the front. It was a cog with a hexagon inside it. You raised a brow at its design. Something about it felt familiar but you couldn't quite put your finger on it. You slipped out the actual note; it was a short note stating you were now a patient to Dr Viktor and will need a week off.

Dr Viktor?

"You're a doctor?" You handed him back the letter.

"Only in title, I am a scientist."

"So- you're going to experiment on me or something?"

"I may need to take blood samples every day to see if there's a change and study it - after all, it's not often someone gets a chance to study demonic magic."

A chime rang through the room. You tried to find the sound but you were unsuccessful. Viktor hummed, adjusting his stance.

"Hungry?"

You nodded, stomach growling at the thought of food. Pulling yourself up, you shuffled after him. He leads down a hallway before stopping at a cylinder. With an obvious effort, he shoved the door open and revealed the elevator inside. He didn't wait for you to question, moving inside and waiting for you to join him.

You frowned, feeling your body squish against him. Hugging your arms, you tried to stay as far as you could but it was obvious it was built only for one person. It moved downwards with a screech, you could hear every cog and wire move as you descended further into the building.

[arcade-writing]

My Acolyte

Prologue / chapter 1

Warnings: mentions of blood, minor gore and minor body horror

Pairing: Viktor x Reader (Arcane)

Summary: You were arriving home late from work, just edging on the early morning. Hoping you could cut your journey short, you went to an alleyway but only discovered a scene that changed your night for the worse. The rumoured demon lurking in Zaun's streets was right there and you just interrupted it's long awaited meal.

You rubbed your eyes, trying to get rid of any sleep that clung to them. You didn't expect work would last this long. An emergency shift that lasted hours beyond your usual schedule. But that was the life of assisting others. You couldn't say no to them, they desperately needed as much protection as they could get. You offered herbs and scents to scare off any unwanted guests.

Rumours were going around. A demon was released upon your city. You didn't believe it. Who would be foolish enough to do that? Magic and gods were no surprise to anyone but its credibility was strained. No one has seen it be used for more than small things like charms. The more educated in its craft wouldn't be found in your street's.

But demon summoning? That was on a level of its own.

You shook your head. Finding it meaningless to focus on such things. You just needed to get back home, sleep the few hours you could before your next shift.

A chill nipped at your skin. You let out a yawn, it caused your whole body to shake. You reminded yourself to find someone to cover your long shifts; you weren't sure if you could deal with another late night. You had enough trouble with your sleep as it is.

Something tugged at the back of your head. A growing fear nagging at you.

What if the rumours were true?

Zaun was dangerous enough already. You were thankful it was so lifeless during this time. Not wanting to deal with any gangs or crazed maniacs looking for a new high. You had enough erratic people during work - you didn't need to meet anymore.

An alley caught the corner of your eye. You turned just a little to get a closer look. It was far too dark to see down it. You looked around, gathering what you could to where you were exactly. It was a shortcut. There were many ways to weave through these streets and alleys were one of them. There were hundreds of them. You mewled over your options; shivering as the temperature only got lower.

You did need to get home fast.

Taking the risk; you ventured down the alleyway. Clutching your coat close to you as you decided on a quick walk. No point moving at a snail's pace.

You halted in your quick steps. Stalking closer as something moved in the distance.

A figure was Looming over another. One body limp on the floor whilst the other was sitting over it. You've seen sights like this before but never have you seen one exactly like this. You forced back your gasp as you noticed the arm in their grasp. Flesh ripping squelched in your ears. Bile shot up your throat, you clamped a hand over your mouth to stop it.

You stumbled back. Your foot flattened an old can with a loud crunch. Your eyes shot up from your foot back to the figure. It was standing; it wasn't human. Half of its face was lifted, thick tendrils squirmed from the glowing hole that replaced its face. Any leftover flesh in its tendrils grasp sunk away along with them. The other side of its face fell one plate after another.

Its 'eyes' bore into you as your knees buckled. Long horns were on top of its head. Its body was covered in what seemed to be metal armour. Its legs bent and curved like an animals. It stood tall in the darkness. The pulsing glow under its armour was the only thing keeping it illuminated enough for you to take it in. A tail swished behind it.

You stared at each other. Waiting for the other to move. Panic swallowed you as you realized what it was. Head shaking as you fell backwards. Barely catching yourself. It just remained still, taking in your fear.

You had to run! You mentally screamed at yourself for freezing. suddenly, it moved, getting down on all fours and began charging towards you. You screamed as you forced your legs to move.

Your calves burned, panicked breath forming clouds in the air. The cold bit at your lungs as you greedily gasped. Desperate to catch the oxygen you were losing.

The thundering slaps of your footsteps echoed through the empty streets. Heeled feet flying over stones and litter. Your blood rushing through your ears was deafening. Heart rapidly pounding against your rib cage. You were sure if it beat any harder it would leap from your chest and away faster than you could ever move. Fear clung tight to your aching chest. You were running without aim. Only purpose. This mindless chase caused puddles to splash at your ankles, nearly slipping as you skidded to the left.

Your mind was racing faster than you. In the corners of your eyes, everything became a blur. Tears stung as you forced them away. Rapidly blinking in hopes they'll disappear.

A scream ripped out of your throat as you heard the other sounds of footsteps follow after yours. Out of sync and yet both the same tempo. You twisted your body to the side, throwing down a nearby bin. The creature that pursued you didn't falter. Jumping over its new obstacle with ease. You cursed, turning your body back around. Searching for any new ways to escape.

It was getting closer. Growing more impatient with each dooming step.

Of course, this was happening to you! You denied its existence and the universe decided on your karma. If you just kept your thoughts focused on home maybe this wouldn't have happened. Maybe you wouldn't be running away from a flesh-eating demon!

That's right, a demon!

You thought it was a myth! A rumour to keep people out of the streets late at night! It was true! Someone was foolish enough! who-?! Who could do such a thing?!

You tried to force your racing mind to focus. Think of ways to overcome this situation. Eyes searching every inch of your surroundings. You wished the sun was out. It would have made it so much easier- THAT'S IT!

Your only hope; the sun rising beyond the smog. It was early morning. Just the edge between morning and night. Your hand reached out, spotting rays of light ahead. Its stretch over the world was finally in motion!

But to reach its embrace you couldn't stay on the ground. After all, why would you want to stay on these streets? You had something chasing you down! You persisted, eyes locking on the light engulfing the top of the highest building.

THERE-!

Focusing on the building ahead. You sprinted a bit quicker. Finally, a goal to reach.

With a squeal of joy and anxiety, you lunged at the large bin. Your stomach slapped against the edge of the lid. Forcing out a pained wheeze from you. But now wasn't the time to let pain stop you. The demon followed your movements. Pouncing towards you. You cried out as it scratched your leg, just missing you as you clumsily pulled yourself up the large pipe.

It didn't stop. It was hungry and you were the only soul around. Why couldn't it be interested In animals?! Why did it have to be human!

Kicking down, you booted its clawed hand away from you. It seemed fixated on the blood running down your leg.

With another pull, you climbed up the thick pipe. Using any loose bricks or metal platform that stuck out as foot support.

You yelped, the demon mimicked your climb. It was an endless chase. It leapt from a metal platform to another, using its tail to latch on to any beam or wire. At least on the ground things felt more even; you knew the streets like the back of your hand. But this? This was a devastating disadvantage.

You clutched the pipe near you, standing on the platform with wide eyes. The creature lept towards you. Reeling your leg back, you let out a furious cry as you kicked the thing in its face. It fell straight down to the bins below; a cloud of dust and dirt was all you could see. A laugh of disbelief stumbles out, excitement tickling your veins as you stood in victory.

Not wasting another second, using your high as another adrenaline boost, you climbed to the platform by one large window. You leaned against the wall to catch your breath. The sun greeted you; grazing your face with its warm touch.

"AH-!" you stumbled in your spot.

Looking down you see the demon hanging from the platform you were currently on. You pushed yourself backwards, falling through the open window. Groaning in pain as you rolled from a lumpy couch to the hard floor. You hoped whoever lived here didn't mind your intrusion.

Before you could seal the window after you, the demon crawled in. It shrivelled under your terrified gaze. The morning was officially here. It couldn't escape its light despite its attempts.

You wanted to say something. Scream. Cry. Anything. Was this your Victory?

You couldn't ponder it any longer. Your vision grew fuzzy as stars formed before your eyes. Your body wouldn't stop shaking as your adrenaline high died. You couldn't bring yourself to stand. The last thing you saw was the demon watching you from its darkened corner; now just as afraid as you are as your body collapsed to the floor.