#professor viktor

[onii-pamn]

I think that guy has a crush on his professor

WOAH WOAHWAOOOOOHHHHH--

[bitchface24-7]

THE SEDUCTIVE PROFESSOR VIKTOR PT2

synopsis: after completing “The Science Behind Magic: HXT101” with straight As your darling Professor Viktor decides to reward you. After all, you're no longer his student... So you two are no longer breaking any rules. And he can have you in Any. Way. He. Wants.

warnings: age gap (viktor’s gotta be anywhere in his 30s-40s to be a professor, reader is in their 20s (early to late I don’t really care) ), technically still a power imbalance, switch leaning dom!viktor, I tried my best to make this gender-neutral, this isn’t gonna be a full on story, just bullet points I come up with, Grammarly as my beta

genre: m/f or m/m

p.s. Please save me from this man, why is he invading my every thought and dream? He's making me realize things about myself.

PART 1

Being in higher education is a total pain in the ass.

Having Viktor as your professor made it a million times easier.

Especially since you finished his class as the top student. The look on Viktors face when the charts were released still gives you butterflies to this day.

You're officially a graduate of your STEM program! And with how amazing your grades are, and how many spectacular references you got; you were able to become Viktor’s TA. Allowing for Jayce to become the Lab Professor of “The Science Behind Magic: HXT101” (they still alternate roles. They hate being confined to one aspect of teaching.)

Especially since you're now secretly dating the most sought-after professor the academy has ever had.

You know it’s still frowned upon, a TA dating their superior, but at least it’s not as bad as a student fucking their professor. You're guilty on both counts.

You only have a scheduled class twice a week. Once on Tuesdays in the morning, and once on Thursdays in the afternoon. The rest of the week you're free to do whatever (and whomever) you please. It's mostly built this way so you can have enough time to grade almost a hundred assignments and still have time to relax.

You two have squeezed that schedule dry.

You've had sex in the classroom, in your shared office, in the library, in each others apartments.

You're fucking like rabbits.

You'll never forget when you were honestly, truly, just trying to grade some papers with Viktor in the library and all of a sudden you're getting fondled underneath the table and you're covering your mouth trying not to get caught.

You were rewarded that night with how well you behaved. You made sure you two didn't get caught. How sweet.

But there have been times when you've been bratty; desperately craving Viktor's love and attention.

And you got it, in the form of you getting your throat fucked and ass smacked with Viktors cane. He didn't stop until you had tears streaming down your face and your ass was a beautiful mixture of red, purple, and blue.

(you were too stubborn to use your safe word)

The looks of concern your students shot you as Viktor subtly yet smugly drank his sweetened coffee made your blood boil in both anger and lust.

You could barely sit or move due to the spanking, and you could barely talk due to the pounding your throat received. Making it so Viktor taught the class and you sat there pretty; and incredibly uncomfortable.

Some students shot you pointed looks but you pretended they weren't there.

But… there has been instances where YOU were the dominant one.

Where you sucked his cock under his desk, not caring if colleagues came in to chat. Even if it was the dean.

Where you rode him into the mattress, painting his pretty neck and chest with a smattering of hickies.

Where you sat on his face until your body gave out due to how skilled he is with his fingers and tongue.

You're not sure you've ever orgasmed this much before in your life, but you’re not complaining!

Aside from the mind-blowing sex… dating Viktor is like a dream come true.

He’s caring, sweet, kind, and thoughtful. He's still snarky and sassy with a dry dirty humour but… he's perfect.

And you wouldn't change a damn thing about him.

Even when you two are cuddled up in bed late at night and you're having a deep conversation, and Viktor’s insecurities peek through, you shut that shit down immediately.

You're in awe over the fact Viktor's never been in a proper relationship before.

You make a promise to yourself after learning that. You'll be Viktor's first and last relationship.

Till death do you part baby! You wonder which ring will look best on your ring finger.

(but that's a bit farther into the future. Enjoy your relationship as it is now with its sweetness and crazy freak nasty sex)

[fourorchid]

imagine a professor!viktor grad school au where you’re a student of his at the academy this semester

its a sunday afternoon, you open your inbox clicking on an email, the subject reads “weekend seminar: the magic of physics and its applications”

it was this evening, a lecture being held by viktor himself

“open to all interested.”

your curiosity was piqued, you take a moment to consider it, always a bit shy when it came to your professor for some reason

maybe it was his accolades

maybe it was the way he could tease almost anyone out at a glance

maybe it was his striking looks coupled with something more enigmatic

or maybe it was the tension you both were forced to pretend didn’t exist

I can just slip in and out the back—he probably won’t even see me

you arrive, intentionally showing up a few minutes past the start time to slink in with the crowd. the sound of you pushing the door open echoes throughout the lecture hall

and its completely empty—save for viktor himself, shuffling through notes on the podium, now looking up at the sound of your entrance

“you are late, miss y/n” a small smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth, not missing the irony

“sorry, was I interrupting?” the teasing remark flies out before you can stop it. you pull your bottom lip between your teeth, a nervous habit

“no, not at all” he chuckles

his eyes flit over your expression—you always seem to catch him off guard

he found it refreshing

“in fact, you appear to be my only audience member this evening.”

so much for going unnoticed

despite the one-on-one setting, viktor doesn't miss a beat, delivering his material in the same manner as usual. his eyes settle momentarily on the front row where you sat, pen skittering across the page of your notebook

you loosen up a bit, falling into the smooth cadence of his voice—but your focus wanes every time his gaze finds yours, checking your comprehension

you start to feel warmer

you reach to your bag for a clip and begin pulling your hair up from your neck to cool off

and viktor’s flow catches in his throat for just a second

you think maybe you had imagined it

he continues

“then you find yourself at a standstill, this mechanism will eventually become too unstable for longterm use—so, how might one rectify the situation?”

viktor turns to address the room, scanning the empty seats with a touch of humor before landing on you

something about it felt entirely too intimate

you pause, allowing the pulse thumping in your ears to steady

“…maybe start by pushing further? test the stabilizer to find its limits,” you suggest,

“see how far it can go before it breaks.”

viktor shrugs, considering your approach

“what about potential risk? you gain valuable information, of course, but could ruin the entire mechanism in the process, no?”

the gleam in his eye told you he didn’t disagree—just wanted to see if you’d take the challenge

you swallow

“well, I guess there’s no reward without some risk, right professor?”

your words hang in the air alongside something more charged, waiting to be acknowledged

viktor stares into you with a look you can’t quite decipher; examining, but with a hint of amusement at the center

“mm, speaking to my spirit, miss y/n?” he smiles, almost playful

you exhale a breath you didn’t realize you were holding

“I suppose it would be hypocritical of me to argue with that.” he adds

the tension subsides but is too stubborn to fully leave, you do your best to ignore it

the rest of the lecture goes by in a blur, you could only take so much one-on-one time with viktor before your focus shifted towards other things.

like how his hands carefully wrapped around the edge of his cane

or how his voice sounded both soothing and provoking at the same time

or how his posture always seemed to refuse to face anywhere but towards you

“I believe that would conclude our seminar for the evening” viktor clasps his hands together gently, breaking you from thought, “any questions?”

you shake your head politely, viktor nods back with a soft smile

“in that case, class is dismissed.”

you begin packing up your notes, viktor does the same

“thank you for joining me, miss y/n” you look up as he speaks, formal but sincere

“thank you for having me, professor”

“it was my pleasure,” he holds your stare, “and please—you may call me viktor”

you nod, turning away before he could notice the flush making its way up your neck

you stand from your seat, sliding your bag onto your shoulder as you reached the door

“have a good night, viktor”

truthfully, you don’t know what possessed you to practically purr his name like that as you left—but neither one of you seemed to mind

“mm, and you as well, miss y/n”

[azyeme]

Old fat professor Viktor🥴

[zevrra]

[professor talis x fem!reader / nsfw / mdni]

the one time professor talis forgot to lock the door during one of your little…encounters, it almost cost both of you greatly. luckily for the both of you it was someone with an open mind.

you had been gone away on holiday recently and were just getting back to campus, so to say you both were a little too needy was a little bit of an understatement. it was after school hours like usual. you had come to his office under the guise of needing some help with homework and he was more than willing to see you.

he sits you pretty up onto his desk, large hands tenderly holding your waist, while jayce himself stood between your parted thighs. his lips pressed into your own with haste, eager to taste you after so long. your name slips from his lips in a soft groan as he breaks the kiss to move on. his beard scratches along your skin, down your jaw and onto your neck as he moves to trail hot, open mouth kisses along your throat; earning a low groan in return from you. one of his hands slides from around your waist to your thigh, inching his way forward until his palm pressed into what he desired.

“rushing today, huh, got somewhere to be?” you gasp as he palms against your core, your finger tangling into the waves of his dark hair.

jayce responds with a hum but with a tug on his hair, he answers you properly; “it’s been almost three weeks.” he groans, biting down onto your skin—as if he was a vampire who hadn’t had a meal in months. he doesn’t give you time to answer before he yanks your shirt up, pushing your bra up with the fabric, and pressing his mouth against one of your breasts. he quickly presses kisses into your skin before his lips wrap around one of your nipples; where he sucks on the sensitive nub harshly, curling his fingers to undo your pants next.

glad to know you weren’t the only one sitting on vacation with the lingering thought of missing this…or really just missing him.

“oh fuck professor…” you moan, arching into his touch as it slithers down along the curve of your throbbing core. it has been too long and you had gone the entire time without touching yourself while away— it was a little reward for yourself and him. once the two of you were finally reunited anyway.

just as his fingers slip beneath your panties, feeling the slippery wet of your cunt for just a brief moment— that’s when you both hear a knock at the door and the clicking of the handle turning. fear and panic set in quickly as you two try to disentangle from one another. he rips his hands away and attempts to help you cover up in the process as well but it’s too late, the door swings open.

and in walks another one of your professors— professor viktor.

and at first you think it’s all over. that you’d have to flee and leave the campus. but then you notice the striking red blush crawling across viktor’s pretty face as he closes the door behind him—oh. oh. things would get just a little more interesting and maybe adding one more to the fling wouldn’t hurt.

[vikobelo]

💕smoochies💕

[captain039]

PART 3 Unconventional Alpha

Alpha!Viktor x omega!reader

Warnings: Heats, suppressants, AOB, light swearing, Viktor’s not dying but still disabled, reader has chronic pain, plus size reader, nesting, Older Viktor, Professor Viktor, artistic reader, age gap reader is in their 20s +, virgin reader, first times, smut? Haven’t decided yet

Previous part <-

After that little scene with Viktor, you don’t know how to act anymore. Your heart stupidly races when he’s nearby, your stupid inner omega wants to preen and send out pheromones to him. You’ve opted to take two suppressants rather than one because you swear your hormones are acting more stupid than normal. Viktor’s easy to talk to, despite the cold exterior he puts on you realise he’s actually a brilliant and nice man, well you already knew he was brilliant. You notice how his facial expressions are more noticeable now, he uses his hands to talk more too. It’s sweet you think, in your mind and from your past experience alphas are mostly asserting dominance or trying to be better than everyone. Not Viktor, not even once even when you get into heated discussion about his work he doesn’t let on with his alpha nature, no alpha pheromones flooding your senses or that certain tone alphas get when ‘passionate’ about things. Despite your pain and no matter how crappy you feel you always make it to the cafeteria. It’s been a month now, 30 days of seeing him here, well 29 considering he showed up to your room one time instead. You admire his maturity and brilliant brain, you can’t deny he’s incredibly handsome with his lean frame, high cheekbones and slender fingers. You hate yourself for it, but you’ve grown to like him, a stupid little crush like you’re in high school again.

“Evening” You look up from your tray of food and give Viktor a small smile. You’re exhausted today, you could barely stay awake during lesson times and didn’t have any energy to paint. You’ve taken a nap today and you still feel like you could fall asleep on this table.

“Hey Professor” you reply as he sits. Your hips are throbbing, these plastic chairs are a nightmare for someone like you.

“I have something for you,” he says digging through his bag before pulling out a strange device.

“What is that?” You laugh a bit.

“I know it looks strange but it’s a heating pad” You chuckle a bit and you eye for a moment.

“You tie this around your hips, so it sits on your lower back, there’s a rune carved here for precision so when you turn it on it goes directly into the muscle” he shows you each part as he speaks and you smile a bit.

“I’ve tested it, perfectly safe” he says pushing it over the table to you.

“Seriously?” You quiz and he nods.

“I feel special to have one of a kind” you grin tracing the rune with your fingers and ignoring the warmth in your chest.

“This should help with your muscles” he says and you notice the light redness that coats his cheeks.

“Think of it as an apology for my… behaviour the other day,” he says his voice lower.

“I told you it was fine” you say ignoring your rising heartbeat.

“I imagine with your condition though you’re sensitive to touch and I shouldn’t have touched you considering the amount of pain you must be in already” he explains and you swear you fall in love.

“I- thank you, this is very nice,” you say putting the heating pad in your bag.

“Do I just microwave it?” You ask.

“Yes it’s like a normal heat pad” he nods as your mind races with thoughts already adding to your exhaustion and you struggle to finish your food.

“Is something the matter?” He asks tilting his head ever so slightly.

“No, I’m alright just a long day” You force a smile and he nods.

“Well I won’t keep you too long considering the lateness” he says glancing at his watch and you feel guilty.

“That’s ok,” you say.

“I’m afraid I have papers to go through tonight” he chuckles lightening the mood.

“Oh? That sounds fun” you snort out softly.

“If your definition of fun is looking through equations regarding the hexcore then yes, but as we’ve discovered you find that boring” he says with a teasing tone in his voice.

“Touché” you reply.

You head back to your room after you’re done. You chuck your bag on your bed and sit down carefully before kicking off your shoes and crawling awkwardly to lie on your stomach. You sigh hugging your pillow under your head before you glance at your bag. You dig out the heat pad Viktor made and eye it a bit. You put it in the microwave before taking it out you feel a strange sensation go through your hand before you tie it around your hips. You lie down again and let out a small groan leaving your lips as you feel the strange pulse of heat go to the tense muscles in your lower back.

“Oh that’s good” you mutter to yourself sighing in relief. You wear it out the next day, under a baggy shirt, you put it in the microwave a little longer this time and it feels like a toasty marshmallow melting into your muscles. You either want to marry the professor or praise him, you haven’t decided. You still feel tired today though, as the warmth spreading on your lower back is making the desk look extra comfortable. You’re in the art room alone so nobody should see you if you took a small nap. You rest your head on your arms on the table and close your eyes.

Viktor paces his lab a bit, the blackboard filled with equations, but his mind isn’t focusing. He keeps flicking back to you, your smile, your eyes. He tells himself off for even thinking about a student in such a way even if you’re not his student. He knew he shouldn’t have touched you but his alpha instincts went into overdrive the moment you didn’t fully straighten up and cursed. He needed to find the problem and fix it quickly, that’s all he thought, seeing his omega- see you, in pain, made him want to help. Making you that heating pad special was bordering all the boundaries he set up for himself. He tested that heating pad about fifty times before he got it right, the deep bruises on his hips were a show for it. He walks down the hall needing some fresh air, he passes the art room on the way to the courtyard his eyes briefly flickering in the room before he stops. He walks back seeing you hunched over asleep on your desk. He knows that can’t be comfortable and he knows damn well you’re going to pay for it. He opens the door softly making sure no one is around before he approaches, he moves quietly as best he can with his cane before reaching out to gently shake you. He frowns though your shirt is lifted up slightly his heart misses a beat as he sees the heating pad he made on your lower back secured by the hem of your pants. It fills with warmth and pride that you’re using it, making his alpha nature almost purr if possible. His fingers shake a bit as he lifts his hand and gently moves a few strands of hair from your face. He frowns noticing the way you’re tense even in sleep, your brows slightly pinched together, your jaw set. He looks away a moment before gently taps the desk loudly with his cane. You jolt and he curses himself silently.

“Easy” he says voice low and your eyes flick to his a look of relief going over your features when you realise it’s just him.

You’ve been jolted awake before but damn does it suck. You clear your throat and rub your eyes.

“Not a good student am I?” You chuckle seeing his lips twitch.

“Sleeping in class? No, I'd say not” he teases.

“Given the circumstances, I can overlook it” he lets his smile widen.

“Thank you kind sir” you chuckle sighing.

“You should go back to your room and rest, I can give Mr Klint a note” he offers and you shake your head.

“No it’s alright, I gotta do stuff today,” you say sighing.

“Pushing yourself too hard leads to worse burnouts” he says and you feel defensiveness rising within you.

“I said I was fine” You don’t mean to snap, but you do, even if he said it without a condescending tone.

“Of course, I apologise for overstepping Miss Y/n” he nods a small frown on his face and you sigh feeling guilty.

“Professor Viktor?” You hear your teacher Professor Klint walk with a smile on his face.

“Professor Klint” Viktor replies giving you one last look and a nod goodbye before talking briefly with your professor and leaving. You sigh running a hand through your hair before you continue with your day. Viktor was right you probably should’ve gone home, you end up leaving because you feel horrible, your stomach tumbles and you feel nausea building. You manage to get to your room before you throw up. You cough and gag, panting heavily before you sit on the floor shaking. You figured you ate something really bad during lunch or you’re officially dying, which may be over dramatic but still.

You think you might be dying. You haven’t stopped puking and even plain bread seems like the worst thing to put in your stomach. You have constant shakes and hot and cold flushes, it’s either the flu or a stomach bug or some sort of virus. You don’t know anyone in your class who is sick though, you rarely go out and hang out with other people too. You need to see one of the doctors they have on sight, you send Dr Marion an email before getting a reply back with a time. You feel like shit when you get ready, you shower, well try to and getting dressed got ten times worse. You put on a mask and stumble down the halls in your overly big hoodie and sweatpants, you don’t give a damn, you feel too sick to care. You’ve got a puke bag in your pocket too just in case you don’t find a trash can, or run to the toilets quick enough. You think the walk got longer to the doctor's wing, you hear your name being called out and glance seeing Professor Viktor. He looks concerned and you tell him to stay where he is making him frown more.

“I’ve got something and I don’t wanna get you sick,” you say a tremble going through your body as a small breeze comes through.

“I’m going to the doctor now” you explain.

“Do you need an escort? You look like you’re about to fall over” he says taking a few steps closer.

“No, no I don’t wanna be the one who gets the great inventor and man of progress sick,” you say taking a few shaky steps back.

“I can assure you it won’t be the end of the world if I get sick, please,” he says and you sigh not wanting to argue.

“Fine,” you say and he walks closer to you.

“Did the doctor's wing get further away?” You ask as you listen to the rhythmic sound of his cane and walking.

“No they didn’t, but in your condition, I imagine they feel like it” Viktor chuckled softly. You let out a small sigh and walk slowly and shakily. You catch a whiff of his scent and sigh in relief at the calming alpha pheromones he lets out. You wonder if he realises he’s doing it, you’re not going to say anything though. You make it to the doctor’s wing finally and thank Viktor collapsing into one of the chairs.

“I’ll tell the receptionist you’re here” he says and you go to protest but he’s already gone. The receptionist gives you a glance before nodding and Viktor comes back and sits by you.

“You can go if you want I’ll be ok” you say behind your mask.

“I’ll sleep easier knowing you made it back to your room without collapsing,” he says and you nod. You sag into the chair wanting to hide in your large hoodie, despite the mask you can still smell him, it makes you want to lean into his neck and breathe him in. You hear your name and groan softly more to yourself and stand heading inside.

“You don’t look well at all love,” Dr Marion says. She’s a sweet elderly lady who you’ve been seeing since you came to the academy a few years ago.

“I don’t feel it” you answer as she sits on you on the bed.

“Oh, you’re hotter than lava, goodness” she feels your forehead. She runs the usual tests, checks your temperature, your ears, and your mouth, and takes a blood test after you tell her your symptoms.

“Your A 24 count is higher, how many suppressants are you taking?” She asks with a small frown.

“Two?” You want to grimace knowing it isn’t recommended.

“Right well, there’s your problem dear” She chuckles softly and you sigh.

“What made you feel the need to take two?” She asks.

“My hormones were going a little haywire” you shrug.

“Out of the blue?” She asks and your cheeks warm, yeah totally out of the blue.

“You tell me sugar” she smiles.

“I’ve been talking to an alpha, not in that sense just, at dinner time we sit and chat about stuff and my stupid hormones are acting up, I was getting urges, my pheromones were out of whack and I didn’t want to ruin anything” you sigh a bit sagging.

“Oh you sweet girl” she laughs softly.

“I remember meeting my alpha and the same thing happening,” she says fondly.

“Wait, what?” You say frowning.

“Yeah, when I met John my now mate and husband, my body started acting strange too, I went through the same things you did, guess our bodies know before we do” She has this look of love on her face and you think it’s sweet, but not in your case.

“No, it’s nothing like that we’re just chatting” you explain. Sometimes you swear she’s your grandmother version therapist too.

“Well whatever the case, you’ll need to stop taking the suppressants till your body runs through this virus otherwise it’s only going to get worse, I’ll give you some antibiotics that should help, but until you’re 100% no more suppressants or it could be fatal, you’re also not contagious,” she says scribbling on paper before standing.

“Wait right here, I’ll be back with those antibiotics,” she says and leaves the room. You nod your mind reeling a bit, you haven’t been of your suppressants in well years. You feel your anxiety building before Dr Marion comes back in with a small container of pills. She sends you on her way and you stagger a bit out of her room.

“Are you alright?” Viktor stands and walks to you.

“I um-“ you gulp a bit your heart pounding in your chest. His eyes go worried as he waits.

“I’m not dying- no it’s just a virus,” you say realising how bad it looks and he sighs in relief.

“You know how to scare a man” he chuckles softly and you force a smile.

“What’s bothering you then? If it isn’t too personal” he says softly.

“It’s-“It is personal, so why the hell do you want to tell him everything?

Next part ->

[purplesauris]

Is It Really You? (1)

Pairing: Jayce Talis/Viktor Rating: Explicit Summary: Eight years ago, Jayce graduated with his undergrad degree with his best friend at his side and his future unraveling wildly before him. Eight years ago, his best friend left without more than a goodbye that shattered Jayce's heart. Eight years later, Viktor comes back.

Jayce is never, ever letting Cait talk him into a blind date again.

He can still hear her winning argument like it was yesterday:

‘It's been eight years, Jayce! You need to get back out there, or at the very least get something—preferably before you explode.’

Okay, so it was yesterday, and it has been eight years, but he's been busy, okay? And so what if it's been eight years since he and Mel broke up? So what if he took the break up a little hard and threw himself into his undergraduate and graduate studies and then even harder into work while pursuing his PhD? So what if all of that was spurred on by his college-roommate-turned-bestfriend—and maybe the only person to ever get him—leaving the day after they graduated from university with nothing more than a quiet ‘goodbye, Jayce’ that tore his heart from his chest?

He's been fine. Peachy, even!

He has a job that he loves, friends who support him (even if said support is forcing him on blind dates), and a mother who drags him out of his house every Sunday for brunch or dinner depending on his availability. His life is perfect in pretty much every way, or seems like it is until the gaping hole in his chest shaped suspiciously like Viktor decides to ache whenever he sees a mated couple walking down the street, hand in hand with their marks on display.

A mark that he had thought he'd exchange with Mel, since that seemed like the natural course of the relationship up until Viktor left and Jayce had all but gone catatonic with grief over losing him.

She'd broken up with him as gently as she could, but had only made things worse by helping him realize that the crushing, chest-sucking wound of Viktor's absence wasn't because he was missing his best friend, but because he had been quietly, deeply in love with him and somehow never realized that aching for one's best friend wasn't normal. 

How Mel had stayed with him as long as she did, he'll never know.

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