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Content: (mostly) trans Viktor, sub Viktor, sex toys, in one of these (he's trembling) you're a guy, overstimulation, cum eating, mostly solo stuff
Fucking himself with a dildo
Dildo pt 2
Sending you naughty videos before u come home
He loves to be teased (cis)
Hes got an adorable small squishy ass (cis)
Cute emo boy in his emo outfits...
Undressing
He's trembling
He wants you to lick it up (cis)
[smoking kink, bottom!viktor, trans viktor, cunnuligus, riding, crying, RACK, marking, aftercare]
thinking of viktor smoking during sex. you're on your knees caressing his clit with your tongue, as he sits here, legs spread and a cigarette between his chapped lips, free hand gripping your hair and pressing your face to his cunt. with your mouth nibbling on his labia, he whimpers, and the noises are accompanied by smoke. it feels like his folds taste of ashes.
or maybe, he's under you, his eyes half-closed and a cig between his lithe fingers. you're deep inside him, spoiling him as he deserves. you succeed in letting his sharp mind relax - now, only thing he has to do is lay there, whimper, ocassionally breathing in nicotine. the substance accompanies you with helping him rest.
when his body allows him, he's riding you. the air around you smells of smoking, fog around him compliments his protruding bones and pale skin coating them.
sometimes, he allows you to break him a bit. his pussy is red and sore, just like his tear-stained cheeks. he's wailing as your fingers bruise his tiny waist. those times, you like to mark what belongs to you. so you ignite one from his pack and put the flaring cigarette tip on his thigh, or better yet, somewhere visible - like his protruding collarbone or his thin neck. first spitting on him, you drag it across the delicate skin to write your name on it, or maybe the word mine, or my precious boy, so he'll never doubt your love for him anymore.
when you're done with him, you leave a kiss on your work, part of the masterpiece that is your viktor. you put gel and a bandage on him, then hold him in your arms. he ignites a ciggarette from the same pack as the one you used to mark him as yours.
dividers by @byuvly
Suddenly You’re Very Near, as I Prefer You
(Romantic)Vampire! Viktor x GN!Reader
-is it too late for a Halloween special?? (It’s literally starting to be spring)
-instead of becoming a machine herald V is turning into a vampire
-SMUT!! IM A MINOR WRITING IT CLICK OFF IF THATS UNCOMFORTABLE
-you gotta scroll to get to it I’m evil like that
-dom/top reader, m!receiving (hj), biting (it’s vampire stuff), biting on the wrist and neck, consuming blood for sustenance is felt as intimacy, teasing, overstimulation, wanting to be “out of your head”, soft aftercare
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It was 11:28 pm now, Viktor was meant to be home by now; he said, what, 9:00 pm at the latest? Granted, his work did take days if he was that focused. No matter what he always sent some kind of notice, this kind of disappearance was new so of course you immediately got dressed and found the quickest way to his lab.
“Eight pm now.. the symptoms are–ah—not what I expected.” The recorder buzzed, Viktor’s hands shook. Experiments failed or had unexpected effects all the time, but something like this hadn’t exactly happened to him before; testing on himself was also a new concept. Surviving off typical means no longer sustained him, his body was failing and he could feel it. He had been reading about alternate ways to fuel the human body, and after over a month of research he had discovered some kind of trade off: the body becomes stronger at the cost of a slightly higher need for substance. Did it specify what substance meant or what substance it could be referring to? No of course not. Did it say the body would become stronger which in turn would let him create more possibilities for the future of the undercity? In a way yes!
He groaned in pain, the migraine encasing what felt like his entire skull had him slouched in a position which would never be good for him; hands pawing at the table with his forehead against the cold metal. His legs began buckling, gripping hard onto the edge of the table. “Please..” Wailing his grip began loosening. “Zastavit!” A sting filled his eyes as a stabbing pain ripped through his mouth, it felt like certain teeth were being pulled out and stretched. His pale skin began to burn, as if the blood underneath it was being boiled. “Nemůžu..” His body crumpled to the floor, the freezing tile not cold enough to soothe the fever. Images of you filled his mind, the gentle touch which felt as if it cured all wounds at least for a moment. Was any of this worth it? To die as a failed experiment, last thing he told you being a rushed goodbye with a kiss on the cheek. “Má lásko. Zachraň mě.”
The wind was blowing in a steady breeze, with an annoyed sigh you put your hands in your pockets. Warm in the morning cold at night, when would you remember the right times to bring a coat. The lab was only open to executives at this point, which you were definitely not, but a copy of a key was easy to come by with the kind of equipment Viktor owned (and definitely knew you were using). Walking through the dark halls can be unnerving, especially with incomprehensible noises of.. pain? Coming from somewhere. Reaching the door of the lab the noises seemed to have stopped, opening the door took extra effort which is when you realized it was closed so forcefully it was pushed through the opposite side of the doorframe. “Viktor?”
It felt darker than the hallways, walking in further the sound of soft buzzing reached your ears. As did the feeling of something snapping under your foot, looking down there was a broken tape recorder. After moving your foot the buzzing stopped, it was crushed so tightly in certain areas that wires and electrical bits were spilling out. “Viktor are you here?” Getting further into the room yielded no results, just more darkness.
Out of nowhere it felt as if the wind had been knocked out of you, cold tile underneath you causing your skin to tighten. Looking up as your vision adjusted it was Viktor above you, hands clenched on your collar with foggy eyes. His voice broke; despite his soft, trembling words a stark contrast to his harsh grip and the way he tackled you from out of nowhere. “Láska.. it hurts so much.” When he spoke you noticed beneath his lips were a pair of fangs, six of them to be exact; two replaced the canines with another two next to them although slightly smaller, two on the bottom underneath the canines. His head dropped onto your shoulder, the sting caused you to wince. “What is this?” Trying to pry him off failed, he wasn’t necessarily that weak but at no point in his life would he have this kind of strength. It felt as if restraints were fixed to the ground with steel rods enforcing them. “I did not know this is what it meant—I want to take it back please make it stop.” His voice was slightly muffled, when distressed his accent got thicker which made it even harder to understand him through all of the stuttering and soft wailing.
After pleading for what felt like hours his body began to relax, the warmth of his skin also felt slightly cooler. “The—price of my.. experiment. I need a new kind of sustenance to stay alive.” Sitting up with him more or less in your lap gave him an easier time to wrap his arms around you, caging you there in a way. “Restart. Experiment, start there.” He clicked his tongue, a habit he developed when words felt overwhelming or he couldn’t process his thoughts. “I wanted to fix this—my..myself I wanted to fix myself. And at the price of humanity, I’ve developed a taste for.. the humanity of others.” With pursed lips your brows furrowed. “Viktor I love the way you talk but I need slightly more comprehensible words right now.”
“Pro lásku Boží..” His grip tightened. “It’s—bloodlust. I have an undeniable urge to rip t-through flesh.. mostly mine.” He whispered the last part, with more panic now you tried to get him off of you. “Viktor that’s doing nothing to soothe my nerves.” It was almost as if you could feel his panic. “No no! Nothing to you it—okay the uhm—I can feel your pulse and its. Messing with my head a bit. But I’m not going to hurt you it just—” You kissed the side of his face, breathing out nervously. “I trust you enough not to do more than tackle me; I just don’t understand, this.” He moved back, climbing off of you with the same foggy eyes. “I’ve made a bad decision, I have traded my weaknesses for.. some kind of hunger. It’s beneath my skin and it feels revolting.”
He looked at you with eyes so scared it felt like he assumed you’d start berating him. “Miláček even if you didn’t make.. whatever decision this is. I still care for you, so much. Viktor I love you, and no matter what I will continue to love you. Even if you are about to rip open my skin.” The timing might’ve been off but it was an attempt at a joke, he smiled but it obviously helped a minimal amount at best. Sighing, you stood up; despite having some kind of newfound strength he was still just as light, if not lighter. Picking him up and (as gently as possible) dropping him onto a chair, sitting on the desk in front of it so he could have the back support.
“It came with a fever, the kind that you can feel cold air through. But the cold does nothing. And my mouth—” He reached a hand up and carded it through his hair, breathing picking up. “—it was as if my teeth were growing and I could feel it in the roots. It all hurts so much.” His hands slid down his face, then clasping together in his lap as he slouched forward. “The hunger.” When you spoke he looked up, clearly confused.
You looked at him, head tilted slightly. “You mentioned bloodlust. What does it feel like?” He sputtered and licked his lip before speaking. “It—I don’t even know. It is.. a taste for blood of some kind. In my heart I know something like this is monstrous I know that. But I can’t help the feeling it comes with closeness.” He looked up at you, still slouched; from this angle even in the darkness it felt as if his eyes glowed, they bore through you with such intensity it made no sense with how softly he was gazing upon you. “The idea of.. having your blood in my mouth, the very essence of your living being. It sounds like some kind of sick comfort. And I’m..” He groaned in frustration. “I’m not sure what to do with that thought.”
Using the tip of your shoe you pulled the chair forward, the sudden movement caused Viktor to stumble slightly and knock his head against you. Trying to hold back a smile you intertwined your fingers in his hair, scratching along his scalp as he relaxed. Whatever happened, whatever he did to himself; obviously stressed him out, a blind man could see that. With a tired exhale he laid his head against your thighs, fingers tracing along the skin. “It’s indescribable. Like I can feel your pulse and blood flowing.. very unsettling. Actually.” With brows furrowed you mumbled a joking ‘huh’. You slid your hand to the back of his head, tilting it up to you softly. “How do you feel?” His expression showed more sarcasm, as did his tone. “Like I’ve just been experimented on by a doctor who dropped out a week before finals. How are you má lásko?” Scratching forward along his scalp he laid his head down again, slender fingers reaching up to pull your hand down to him. Shaking more than normal as he traced along your knuckles, up and back down your fingers; pressing gently along the most visible veins in your wrist. “I can feel these as well, I don’t like it I’ll be honest.” He kissed the skin softly, lingering there for a moment too long.
“You have fangs.” Without moving his head he shifted his gaze up. “Excuse me?” Pushing your finger softly on his cheek you traced it over his lips. “For the bloodlust, you have fangs.” Parting his lips slightly you pushed your index finger past his lips, finding the top fangs and pressing upwards. Looking up at you he was clearly confused; wincing when your finger made contact with his teeth, still mildly sensitive. Breathing out sharply when you felt the point break skin you pushed slightly harder, rubbing the blood against his bottom lip while pulling your finger out. “See? Fangs.” His tongue slid out against his bottom lip and anywhere your blood touched him.
He groaned in frustration, hiding his face back on your thighs. “Sakra. You are doing this on purpose..” Rotating your finger around you had made a sharp enough puncture for a few small drops to land on your thigh, obviously it stung but nothing worse than a paper cut. “What if you die because you don’t act on this hunger? I’m sure you dying wasn’t the point of this experiment..” The way his fingers pressed into your thigh made it feel like he could claw through them, but as his head lay in your lap you knew it would never come close to that; it also might’ve been the fact that when he did finally look up at you it was with the neediest eyes he’d given you in a while.
The tip of your boot linked with the chair he was sitting in again, pulling it closer to you. “Sit up vědec.” The way he leaned back felt like something out of a painting, one arm draped over the armrest with his head tilted back. His breathing was unsteady, clothes messy and loose from trying to stop the heat. “Not that far..” You pressed your foot next to his leg on the chair, more or less caging him in this position. Tugging up your sleeve and folding over the cuff he shook his head. “This is dangerous. I don’t want to hurt you—” Once again attempting to make a poorly timed joke you brushed hair out of his face. “We’ve done worse than this are you serious?” Shaking his head again he looked at you with those needy eyes. “Worse than drinking blood? You must be mistaken..” He was trying to play along with your joke but it was clear he was extremely uneasy.
“Try it, see how you feel. If it’s awful and you hate it we won’t ever come close to doing this again. The same applies for me.” He swallowed, shaky fingers clasping around your forearm as he moved closer. Breathing out slowly before suddenly sinking his fangs into your wrist. Your brows furrowed with the sudden pain as you began taking deep breaths to relax, the puncture itself wasn’t so bad it was the removal that hurt. His tongue sliding over the wounds as he sucked gently was an interesting sensation, not unpleasant, just interesting.
When he pulled away he quickly wiped his mouth and made an annoyed noise. “This is—disgusting. Honestly.” He frowned. “How does it feel?” Clicking his tongue he looked up at you. “See that is exactly the problem. I am drinking what is a mixture of blood and saliva and it. It feels good. And I feel calmer—it just makes me truly realize how big of a mistake I’ve made doing this.” Covering his face with his hands he groaned, then moving them as he started talking with his hands. “It feels like I’m using you as some sort of—I don’t even know! But this does not feel mutual and I dislike that very much.”
“That’s alright, it doesn’t need to happen then.” With a nonverbal allusion you lifted him up carefully, taking his spot on the chair while he sat in your lap. The moment felt comfortable, soft, he was relaxed and that’s all you could ask for. “How’s the body pain now? There’s something about you that feels steadier I guess, I figure this is a symptom of your experiment.” He hummed, thinking long enough as if he was evaluating every inch of himself. “I feel stronger, it feels like a perpetual stretch though. Painful but not enough to count as pain.. if that makes sense at all.” You nodded, mindlessly dragging your fingers up and down the folds and textures of his clothing. “I feel tense, it feels like a physical reaction of extreme anxiety but with none of.. with less of the mental strain.” He continued, grumbling as he placed his head on your shoulder.
“Do you want something to help with the stress? It won’t be permanent but maybe for tonight you can put these problems aside. We can figure them out tomorrow.” He nodded, the words seemed to enter his mind but take longer to process.
Viktor sighed, warm air indirectly flowing along your neck. “It might be an inappropriate time to ask you something like this.” You could feel his eyes closing, more or less hiding his face in your neck. “I don’t want to be in my head, it feels so busy and overwhelming and.. I need help.” After pressing a kiss to his hairline you began helping him undo the remaining buttons still connected on his shirt.
Despite his clear want there was no presence of urgency, simply content with you helping him loosen his clothes. Knowing you’d take care of him created a feeling of comfortability, breathing heavier against your neck as his hands became clumsier. His pants came next, getting them down to about his thighs; if he wanted he could pull them down further on his own.
For some, the rough treatment of being manhandled and grabbed would cause a fluttery mind. But it was always how gentle you were with Viktor that did it for him; how the pads of your fingers pressed down the muscles in his back, how you would hold his hand, kiss all over him. Nothing created such empty space in his head like how soft you were with him.
His legs twitched, a sign he was still supporting them, with a drag of your fingers down his stomach and over his thighs the tension began to subside. Laying your fingers on his lower stomach your palm was growing closer to his cock, making sure to support his waist as he lifted up slightly to help you get his underwear down.
It was common for him to go nonverbal during moments like this, which is why you took things slower than another person might be accustomed to. It gave Viktor enough time to process what was happening and then pick a different communication method to tell you to slow down or stop.
His breathing grew heavier as he let his weight sink onto you and the chair; swallowing with shallower breaths when your fingers traced over him.
Teasing him, especially in a state of stress would be nothing short of cruel. Tonight or rather what would become this morning, was a comforting distraction. Settling your closed hand at the base of his cock the movements that followed were gentle, slick; you could feel his throat contract as he swallowed, forehead pressed against your skin. Pushing his hips up was no use while his legs were so weak—it had him making a noise of frustration. To counter this you moved your hand with slightly more pressure, deepening the strokes.
Viktor’s words became nonsensical, a mess of ‘please’ ‘faster’ and a slur of noises. The fog behind his eyes growing heavier. Whispering sweet nothings into his ear with one hand grasping his waist had him begging for more help. Even in the cool atmosphere of the laboratory he still managed to start overheating, his senses flooded with constant stimuli. Through the gentle yet heavy movements against his cock he felt a tension snap, whining while he aimlessly gripped the fabric of your clothes.
In a hazy, delirious state of mind it felt like some kind of instinct to sink his teeth into your neck. The pressure stung but it subsided after a moment; thumbing over his tip you began moving your hand again. Pulling blood from your neck his head grew fuzzier.
A calm and calculated scientist, never skipping a beat in his work; drunk on blood and lust.
With a sputter he let his head fall back, hair falling around his face, blood leaking down his lips. Viktor exhaled before swallowing, his fingers spasming with a loose grip upon you. “One more—má lásko please.” Returning his head to its previous position on your shoulder his breathing became shallow, trying to regain himself. With gentle strokes—more rubbing with your fingers and thumb actually, he laid his weight on your body and whined.
After a softer moment he began pushing his hips up, as well as trying to get his bare skin anywhere yours matched. Picking up longer motions with your hand you rested your other against his waist, fingers wrapping around the curve. “Still so perfect Viktor..” Sweet nothings whispered into his ear, the praise would normally be met with a noise of embarrassment or some rebuttal. But not now, not while his head was filled with nothing but the feeling of your warmth. Shutting his eyes tighter his hips sputtered, body falling almost limp as he came again. The sudden weight had you almost making a joke about him falling but you decided against it as you supported him better into your lap.
Viktor’s breathing was heavy, his legs almost instinctively curled up and would’ve stayed that way if not for the sensitivity. Your fingers traced against his waist and against the bottom of his ribs, squeezing him softly. “Are you still thinking?” He looked up at you through his eyelashes. “Only about how I’d like to do that again, perhaps after a long nap.” You smiled with a soft laugh, holding him in a brief respite before helping him get more dressed than he currently was. “A long nap for you then.” Offering him his cane which had been discarded much earlier in the night, and a hand to help him walk you headed home. The laboratory could always be cleaned tomorrow. Or Jayce could get to it and Viktor could be kept a bit late in the morning, Jayce surely wouldn’t mind.
petals in ice
viktor x gn!reader
tw // heavy mentions of bullying, ableism, internalised ableism
cw: angsty smut, sub!viktor (but also dom! if you squint), reader worships vik, yearning, confidence issues, love confessions, sky is ooc, gory and religious metaphors, feelings with porn, arguing as foreplay, venting during penetration, viktor is traumatized (reader is too if you squint), size kink (tall reader), body worship, ruined glorious orgasm (in an angsty way), soulfucking, vik smokes, vik is a pillow princess
synopsis: after an alcohol incident, you find yourself with a chance to show viktor, the man you were mesmerized by, how much you desire him. but first, you need to crash the cold, sharp walls he built around himself. not knowing of the petals frozen inside them.
note: why did i tag it like on ao3. just so you know you’ll have to wait for the porn (about 2k words of feelings),(also english is not my first language.) enjoy!
art by seledynove on ig
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They say that alcohol reveals your true desires. It lets you loose of the fears that bind you. It changes you into unpolluted version of yourself.
And it did, back at Jayce’s party. You lost some drinking game, and the amount of pure vodka turned you into a jabbering mess. Saying some dumb shit after some ugly secret. To save your reputation, Sky took you upstairs, away from all the people.
In vain.
Because in the same room as the two of you, sat Viktor, smoking his cigarette and petting a cat. Away from all the people and noise.
He always kept people in a safe distance, not letting them too close to his walls.
You have been enamoured with this quiet man so much it got painful. His sharp mind, constantly analysing, his sweet accent, voicing both scientific jargon and snarky remarks. The handful of moments he spent with you, that you wanted to engrave deeply in your mind with the sharpest chisel you could find, putting care in all tiniest of details.
When he was tutoring you at his dorm, not getting slightly irritated at you not understanding the concepts, as you laid with your eyelids heavy on the desk. But his voice was so calming, you closed your eyes. Three hours of sleep, indeed, had its consequences. You woke up an intangible time later with a blanket on your back.
And Viktor was not mad at all.
When he asked you to walk him back to the dorm from a gathering. You, just you. Just the two of you, together in the cold night. As you listened to him after the whole time he spent quiet, ignored and ignoring. He spoke about science, rain puddles and loneliness.
You were only responding to his words, but you knew he was the only one that could truly understand you. The deep abyss of you, the one buried deeper than your bones, your heart and your blood (your soul).
You wanted to watch over him so much.
Oh, he must have felt so safe in the presence of you. You, someone like you might have given this lovely genius the tender feeling of being protected.
Or when you met him at the café. Hearing his soft voice say “Hello, Y/N”, not knowing how many times you will replay his greeting in your mind, putting care in how he accented every letter of your name. He ordered before you – double espresso with extra sugar. Waiting for your orders, he complained to you about the prices of the pastries.
You wanted these to repeat. And not by meeting him by accident, but by going to get that coffee together. Dedicate your money for his double espresso with extra sugar. Then look at him sipping the coffee.
You wanted to call him yours.
And every time he corrected or criticised you. And you didn’t even feel stupid. When he stood up for you, when you stood up for him. When he reluctantly asked you for help, unable to hide his pains anymore.
(And you did it with a canine honour.)
(You would do anything he asked of you.)
But also his pretty little body. Waist you could encircle with both hands. Tiny figure you could easily pick up, relieving his pains. Sweet face with sharp cheekbones and gentle, golden eyes, that you wouldn’t take your gaze of if he ever found himself in the same sheets as you (when he wakes up in your embrace after you laid your hands on his naked skin), (he then lets you help him with putting on his braces).
So pretty and delicate. So sharp it hurt. So lovely and petite, he turned your guts inside out, making you want to scream in anguish.
But you didn’t scream. You let your mouth do a much worse thing.
And now, Sky was laughing. She was laughing, laying on the table, parroting what you said at that party.
“Hey Vikie, me, you, hook-up, tomorrow?”
And you wanted to bury yourself alive.
“And how did he react?” You just asked and wanted to turn time three seconds back.
“He giggled and agreed. I bet he thought you were joking, though.” Sky stopped herself from laughing. “Just let him know you were serious, if you were.”
***
Next day, you saw him at the library. So dainty and graceful, as he scanned through the books at the engineering section. The students at the table, revising their material, eating crackers and laughing, made a stark contrast to the elegant Zaunite behind them.
“Isn’t it that cripple of Mr. Talis?,” asked a girl, covering herself with a big scarf.
“Poor Jayce, he must be so useless to him,” a guy, probably her boyfriend laughed. The girl giggled.
You wanted to intervene, but Viktor was faster. Taking advantage of the carpet’s softness and its ability to suppress the noise of his cane, he approached the students from behind. So sly.
“Fortunately, it looks like he’s about to die soon,” the girl snarked.
Viktor hit the iron leg of the table with the metal part of his cane.
“Who is that cripple you are talking about, huh?” He leaned on the table.
“No one…” The girl’s tone went up. “You don’t know them anyway.”
“I’m sure I know myself pretty well. Next time don’t gossip about people in their presence, alright?”
He went back to the bookshelf, visibly proud of himself. And you were proud of him too. So much you wanted to kiss all over his face and inform the universe: that’s my man!. (But he wasn’t and he never will.)
After all, it was just a hook-up.
The boy bared his teeth at him, muttering something against his breath. And you just caught yourself leaning against the bookshelf, staring at him with adoration. You fixed yourself.
Viktor got next to you, looking up at a thick volume above.
“Hi, Vik.” You greeted him, looking down to see his face. It was usually him who greeted you first. “About that hookup… I was being serious. Do you want to?”
Viktor got up on his toes and reached his arm, trying to get the book. “Hello, Y/N.” His voice was sharp, sounding like he was trying to thicken the wall between the two of you. “I do.”
“Do you need help?,” You asked. “Should I get that book for you?”
He said nothing, instead putting his cane up, hooking the book with it’s handle.
“No.”
The atmosphere was choking. You knew you did something wrong and the answer was coated in a thick, freezing fog.
“Are you okay?”
Viktor looked up at you, examining your expression like a calculation. “I am.” Then, he walked away to the librarian, trying to hide his limp.
Yes, the frail scientist had a sharp tongue and used it when needed. But he was always so gentle with you. Was it about the hookup? You were consumed by disgust with yourself. Making someone you adore so much talk to you as if you were just a leech.
For the rest of the day, you couldn’t focus. On classes, on your environment, even your sensations. If your head was not trapped in the colorless haze, you would definitely count, how many people you bumped on.
***
Viktor came to your dorm at the evening, when the firmament blackened and the air got cold. Gas lamps lightened up the snow with a yellow light. He walked like a soldier sent to his certain death, looking at you like you were pointing a gun and he had no bulletproof vest on his chest.
„You realize how horrible you are, Y/N? How cruel your little joke is?”
“What are you talking about?” You stood up from your desk chair.
“This.” He grunted. His face was in darkness, as the only light in the room was the gas lamp on your desk. “How you think you’re so funny for luring a cripple to your bedroom, making him think you two will fuck, just so you can brag about it.”
“Jumping to conclusions, huh? I expected better of a scientist.” You came closer to him. ‘And I have really appreciated you as one, Viktor.”
“As a scientist. You still just want to fuck me to have something to brag to your friends about at parties, do you?”
“I don’t. I thought you were smart.”
“I am. I don't fall for old tricks anymore.”
“This is not a trick!” Your gaze became blurry from tears. You jumped on Viktor, hugging him, as he almost sank in your arms. “I want to do it because you’re the most mesmerizing man I have ever met in my life. I truly never felt anything similar to anyone, but you.”
“That sounded… genuine. You’re a talented actor, Y/N.”
Your hands gripped Viktor’s fragile shoulders. “This is not an act!” You tried to catch a breath. Breathe in. Breathe out. Too fast to catch any air, just enough to rip your lungs.
Viktor curled up in your grip, golden eyes wide open. His tiny chest was rising and falling.
“Please, just say you don’t want to.” You tried to make your voice as gentle as possible. “I don’t want to hurt someone I adore so much.” Your hand rested on his cheekbone, your thumb caressing his delicate, pale skin.
“I haven’t experienced a real intercourse before. I would appreciate if I got to experience it with you.”
“Oh, Viktor, my Viktor.” You picked him up bridal style, nuzzling your face in his chest. He smelled of metal, gasoline and sweat. A tear from your eye soaked into the material of his clothing.
His hand gripped the cane like it was about to vanish, leaving him without any support.
You sat on the cold, white sheets of the bed, savoring his scent, the feeling of his protruding bones and the lightness of his silhouette against your lap.
You let yourself appreciate his disheveled beauty: messy, chestnut hair covered in sweat, droopy, golden eyes looking at you from under bushy brows, the dark eyebags, big nose, thin and chapped lips, dark moles, each one saying kiss me, sharp cheekbones ready to meet your palms, Adam’s apple and sternomastoid showing on his long neck.
Now you could build a cage and lock him in, then look at him for eternity.
“I’m sure you won’t be able to cum just by looking at me, Y/N.” Viktor commanded. “Undress me.”
You slid your fingers under the line of material covering the buttons in his vest. Your fingers did one careful movement after another, unbuttoning the vest covering his little torso. After the last button, he threw the clothing on the floor.
Another vest, black as the view of the window. It was easier. Just three buttons and the piece of cloth went on the floor where it belonged.
You took Viktor off your lap, sitting him on the edge of the bed. Then, you kneeled before him like an altar. He was so divine, looking at you with eyes golden like a reliquary. And you looked up at him. Guess the roles reversed. You left a kiss on his brace.
“Tell me how to take it off,” you asked, tracing your fingers through the cold metal holding his leg.
“You see this clasp? Loosen it.”
You did as he told. You slid the brace off his leg.
Your fingers traveled to the buttons in his pants. Unbuckling one after the other, receiving more view of his white boxers and bush that peeked from them. He was hard, you saw it bulging. And it was so wet it soaked. You slid his pants down.
In the name of fairness, you took of your shirt. The January cold hit your skin, giving you goosebumps.
Viktor’s legs were a piece of fine art. Between his slender thighs, there was a gap. The delicate skin was covered in thin, dark hair. He had another brace on his weak leg.
“Can I take that one off too?” You asked him, your hands encompassing his thigh.
He nodded. “You will have to unscrew this.”
And you did. His skin was painted with an imprint of the brace in the colour of wine. You traced your finger over the rosy lines. Milky skin on his inner thighs seemed sheer with blue veins showing through. Your lips touched him there, letting you delight in the coldness, velvety smoothness of it and the salty taste of his sweat. His chapped lips parted and you got to hear sounds so sweet you would never ever need sugar. You savored his raspberry flavored moans, sighs, whimpers (and you were hungry).
“Can I get up?” You looked up at him, at his honey-colored eyes, licking your lips from the icing that wasn't there physically.
“You can.”
You sat up on the bed and pulled Viktor onto your lap. He was leaning on you, his breath hitting your chin. Your legs between his. His small, agile hands on your chest. You took his hand and it felt like a feather. Despite being covered in sturdy skin, his bones resembled filigree.
„You’re so tiny. It’s endearing.”
„Say whatever, Y/N. I know tomorrow you will tell Sky how naïve I was and how you rather would fuck someone bigger and healthier.” Despite all the tenderness and devotion, his ice was left uncrushed. Even as he sat half-naked on your lap. You squeezed his wrist. “You can already go to her and laugh how I am a virgin.”
“You’re a virgin?”
“Let’s say I consider myself one. Only time I did it was when a guy used me as a dildo, came on me and left when my leg started cramping and he couldn’t bounce anymore. Then told his friends he fucked that cripple from the undercity. It must have been truly amusing for him.” He smirked, then leaned closer to your face, as you barely felt his hands on your shoulders (but you felt his golden stare penetrating through your skin). “I want to ask you for a favor, Y/N. Show me how is it like to be made cum by someone that respects you. If you do.”
“I do.”
“That sounded genuine.”
You continued undressing him, starting with his tie (so close to his Adam’s apple), (his neck was smaller your hand). You loosened it, letting the red leash fall onto the pile of cloth on the floor. Then the first button in his shirt.
Viktor’s delicate hand wrapped among your fingers. “The shirt stays on.”
“Please. Please, just two buttons,” you panted.
“Two buttons.”
So you undid them, exposing sharp collarbones on his narrow shoulders. You let your lips kiss his neck, your teeth – bite his porcelain skin, but not to bite it off and devour (and let his blood sprinkle onto the both of you like holy water of an aspergillum).
“You taste… holy.” You whimpered, feeling the tears in your eyes coating the image of his beauty.
Viktor turned his head to the side, and covered his mouth. Then he coughed, his tiny figure convulsing. Heartshattered by the painful sound, you tightened your grip, stroking his skin with your finger and hushing. After it stopped, he looked at you again, with a fog in his eyes.
“I’m sorry.” He said, shifting, almost about to leave your lap. “Go tell Sky how I’m turning you off.”
Your fingers clawed into his hips. “You’re not going anywhere. Not until I fulfill my promise.” You catched a piece of fabric of his boxers in between two fingers.
“Just… please, be gentle.” Viktor shifted from opening his legs to sitting perpendicularly, with his head turned towards you.
Since you were close, you took of his underwear, revealing a dark bush that his happy trail was leading to. You touched his cock like it was the redness of his heart and softness of his soul. Stroking as gentle as he asked you. Your hand swallowed all of his length.
He curled his legs up, hugged your neck and nuzzled his face into your throat.
“I’m glad I trusted you, Y/N.” He murmured, dripping in vulnerability. Your free hand stroked his chestnut hair.
“Really?”
“Really.” He commanded, stroking your back. “Now fulfill your promise and fuck me properly.”
You took Viktor’s face in your hands, forcing him to look into your eyes. “And what position should I fuck you in?” He looked so tired.
“Nothing to demanding. No writhing or bending in half. Let me lay down.”
And you laid him down on the bed. He was so pretty you were about cry and let him drink your tears. With shirt falling off his shoulder. Legs crossed at the ankles, hands hugging his chest. You took of your bottom and underwear. He started trembling with golden eyes flickering.
“Would you mind if I had a smoke?”
He was looking at the pack of cigarettes and a lighter peeking out of the pocket in his pants. You bent down to take it out and gave it to him. Then you sat on top of him. Light of the fire illuminated his pale face, creating a shadow on his nose and cheekbones. You could almost feel the warmth. Tip of the cigarette shined with an orange spark. Smoke shown it’s outline in the air, vanished in it like it never existed. Viktor put the blunt between his chapped lips. He inhaled the nicotine into his weak and frail lungs. Smoke left his mouth.
You put a pillow under his leg, then traced the inner thigh with your finger. “Are you ready?”
“I think I do.” He husked. You took his hand into yours.
You groaned, as you made your bodies merge into one organism (careful not to shatter him). Viktor squeezed your hand tightly. A moan left his mouth. His eyes squeezed.
Your finger caressed his hand, as you moved slowly, in the same rhythm he was breathing. His eyes opened.
“Please, speak for me. Your accent is beautiful. Confess what made you grow your walls, if I deserve the knowledge of it.”
“You want to be the first one to know?” Viktor’s eyes glossed from tears. He inhaled more smoke. “Okay, then.”
“I’m listening.”
“There were some kids once. They befriended me, as I could make toys out of nothing for us to play. Sky told me they laughed in my absence at how I walk, how loud I breathe and how awkward I am.” His voice was composed and the cigarette was being fidgeted by his fingers.
You were right, he was really the only one who had the knowledge understand your underneath.
“Oh, and once when I was a teen,” he continued with a sad smile. You laid on him, careful not to crush his fragile body under yours. “A guy asked me for a hook-up in some abandoned factory. He took his friends. They all beat me up and broke my cane in half. But at least they had entertainment watching how I struggled to move.”
Your heart hurt, as Viktor’s words torn it apart, spilling blood and tears everywhere. And he was crying too. Grinding his teeth, golden eyes drenched in blood. It was the first time you saw him in such state.
„My baby, my baby. My poor baby…” He was like a dirty, broken porcelain doll. And you loved him like the child that used all the glue to put it back into one shape. “Who did this to you?”
“The Zaun kids.”
“Give me names.”
“For what? Half of them don’t remember and half are dead by now.”
Viktor barely finished saying the word now, and choked on air and smoke of his cigarette. You left his pelvis. Tears dripped from his eyes, and his long eyelashes were damp from them. He squealed like a baby dog covered in mud. You hushed at him, seeing as he curled into a ball underneath you. He snorted ugly.
„Please, dont cry…. You’re hurting yourself.” You were reminded of his lung disease making every breath of his painful. “Breathe.”
He tried, but it only resulted in shallow, shaky gasps. You swept a bunch of damp hair of his forehead.
“That’s it, Viktor. You’re doing so good. Just a bit more, okay?”
As your voice soothed him, the falling and rising of his chest slowed down. He opened his eyes. But his skin was still shaking.
“Can we continue?” he rasped, then covered his mouth to cough.
“If you are ready.”
“I am.”
You connected back with his body. Viktor whimpered, as you covered him like a blanket, warming his cold skin, binding your arms around his shoulders. You were his shield.
You moved, listening how his breaths of fading sorrow turn into breaths of ascending serenity.
***
And Viktor felt safe.
Under your figure towering just centimeters over him, as your repeated movements put him in a gentle bliss. He let his mouth sing sweet sounds just for you and nobody else to hear. Smoke escaped the tip of the cigarette he held.
He exposed his crippled leg, rotting lungs and the mix of skin and bones he was, for you to worship. He permitted you to touch all the vulnerability of the fragile lily inside him. Dropping the weapon that was distrust and letting you under his delicate skin (the lily was blooming).
And you received him in all his awkwardness.
You kissed his cheekbone and he ascended. He hugged you, as if you were about to vanish, clawing his fingers into the skin of your back. Pleasure blinded him, and he only knew he was about to convert into a soaking mess. His lips cried out moans until his breath was to heavy to voice anything lower than ultrasound. He saw God on the ceiling, but it was just you fulfilling the promise.
“Fuck.”
And his leg electrocuted him back into the weak thing he was before.
You moved away. Gave him space.
He curled into a ball of pain. Leg shot metal nails up his spine, tearing his flesh apart. Viktor weeped quietly, not shedding a tear. He was just shaking.
“I'm sorry,” he sniffled.
You hushed at him. “Do you want to stop?”
He nodded. You brushed your hand along his spine, then cradled him in between your arms and legs like a nest. It made his pain bearable. You were as wet as him (sweat of two bodies merged into one fluid).
Your strong hands took his leg and massaged the pain out of his muscles. Viktor moaned in relief. After you chased away his pains, you laid down with him and covered both of you in a blanket.
Viktor rolled over to your side. You were as naked as in your birth, and he was wearing just a shirt. He unbuttoned it, letting you see his back brace. No, he took it off completely and knew you were looking with adoration at what he saw as rotten. He knew your eyes savored in the sight of his small, bony arms, brace that held him in place and protruding collarbones like they were a feast. You encircled your arms around his waist.
“You’re the first I ever let saw me naked that was not a doctor,” he said.
“It’s a privilege for me.”
And he studied your face. (He made a scientific breakthrough by discovering how a human looked while seeing an angel.) Your eyes were glossed with tears.
You really had only pure intentions. How couldn’t you?
The same you who fell asleep at his table and murmured his name unconsciously? And how you just before that could not grasp any of the concepts? He hid his annoyance, knowing how sensitive you were.
The same one who walked him back home after that gathering? The one that listened to his thoughts (not judging a single word), when there was just the two of you on the street? Either way, he preferred to talk to only one person, since he couldn't break through in a group when everyone was talking over each other. You made him feel so safe, too. Towering over the tinyness of him like a stronghold.
The one he was always meeting at the café (he even remembered your order)? You, who listened to him complain about the prices and didn’t even call him a grump. If you only didn’t have to hurry for the class and stayed a bit more alongside him as he worked in the café.
The picture of you and Sky laughing, as you told her how pathetic of a lover Viktor was became so absurd he’d rather believe in God.
You smiled with teary eyes, then pulled him closer.
“I want to lie in the same grave as you, Viktor.”
nsfw alphabet - viktor
okay guys im doing the nsfw alphabet for my man
written with both afab and amab reader in mind, lab partner reader, trans vik, sub leaning switch vik, typical nsfw alphabet stuff
a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
please, give him a cuddle and tell him he did good and he's beautiful. remember, he needs a lot of praise and reassuance. he makes sure you're okay too and that you pee afterwards. he would definitely praise you too !! (then fall asleep ofc)
b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
it's a hard choice for him, because he doesn't like how he looks a lot, but his waist. grab him by it, maybe squeeze a bit and he's soaked. especially if you have big hands. he loves your thighs - sitting on your lap, holding them while giving you oral, humping them (especially when you're making out), stradling one of them as he fingers you or jerks you off and you feel how wet he is.
c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
yes, he swallows. likes creampies in theory but is afraid to get pregnant due to his weak health. likes to lick it off your fingers.
d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
sniffs your underwear, if you were wondering why you hear him whining when he's doing laundry. wants you to fuck him in front of jayce wants you to watch him degrade a councillor. likes being choked
e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
he's not a virgin, but not really experienced. might have had someone in zaun. has much more knowledge than experience.
f = favorite position (this goes without saying)
something that let's him see your face and isn't painful for him. when bottoming he'd prefer the classic missionary (especially if you're bigger than him and he feels how you cage him with your body) or the lotus position (best to kiss his collarbones). if he tops he'd have you riding his hexstrap as he holds you with his hands (lean down to kiss him and he melts), or him kneeling with his weaker leg supported by a pillow and you laying before him.
g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
quite goofy and sarcastic, especially when he has more energy and/or get's into a bratty mood.
h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
he has a bush and no one will convinve me otherwise. he's quite hairy in general and got even more since going on testosterone
i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
was super soft & a lil awkward during your first times (during these, he didn't want to take off his shirt and show his back brace. still does it if you find it hot when he has just two buttons undone and his collarbones peek through). slowly got more confident (with lots and lots of praise and reassurance). when domming he's either a soft dom or a massive tease. he's a bit insecure but very loving. when he's being subby he turns into a pillow princess and just wants to be taken care of. sometimes he's bratty.
j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)
does it to relieve his stress, makes the prettiest noises during it, created a vibrator for himself. is able to be quiet, but sometimes whimpers your name (sometimes deliberately, when he knows you may hear him). secretly wants you to catch him while he's playing with himself and force him to continue as you watch.
k = kink (one or more of their kinks)
size kink (what else do you guys expect of me?). if you're big and strong, he likes to feel small under you (he developed that kink long into the relationship when he got more confident around you and was less afraid that you see him as weak and incompetent), (after this he started quite liking his small size in comparison to you). make him look up at you, compare your sizes, manhandle him and he's soaking wet. rail him against the wall. he also likes to dominate you and know how he's making you submit without using any strength (or knowing that you're only letting him dominate). praise kink, as above. omg please recognize this man's accomplishments. tell him how good he's taking your strap/cock or how well he's strapping you. oh, and just a suggestion - fuck him after he makes a scientific breakthrough while complimening his intellingence. dumbification. our smart boy sometimes needs to have his brain turned off to optimize itself. body worship. as we know vik isn't confident about his body. so please kiss his every mole and tell him how beautiful every part of his body is. choking/ painplay (but please be careful with him, since he's quite fragile). likes being choked or slapped around, since it makes him feel helpless and not as breakable at the same time.
l = location (favorite places to do the do)
doesn't mind doing it in bed, especially when he's low on spoons or in pain. but would defintely like you to eat him out as he's sitting on his shower bench. or having you fuck him in his lab when his body let's him - either one of you being the other's under desk support, being pounded on the desk, cockwarming/strapwarming you as he sits on your lap while he's working.
m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
bantering with you, especially if you're doing it while working with him in the lab. grabbing his waist, slipping your hand between his thighs or generally grabbing him. having pointed out how small he is. and of course, praise. call him a good boy, or pretty and he short circuits.
n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
despite the councillor thing, he'd neither like to be degraded or degrade you. he feels bad enough about himself already. as much as he likes to handcuff you, and as much as i handcuff him in my writing, he wouldn't be into receiving it. when you first suggested it, he responded with something sarcastic about his leg. being a sub top/ a service sub. much prefers princess treatment.
o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
he's quite skilled in both eating pussy and sucking cock. his moves are precise and he likes to mantain eye contact with you when doing it. prefers giving. and he sucks strap
p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
he's slow, due to his limited mobility. prefers you being either very soft with him too, or being rough, depending on his mood and energy level.
q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
prefers being fucked properly and having a long session with cudding afterwards. but you two do it in the lab when jayce is not present
r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
the lab doesn't have to be locked. that's the word. shocks you a lot with the things he wants you to do to him, and you most of the time give in. when you two are experimenting or trying something new, he first has to make sure it's safe for the both of you, won't damage his health and yours if you also have some disability.
s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
since he's quite physically weak, he won't last a lot of time on top of you, which usually turns into you riding him. but when he bottoms, he would come a dozen times, but start crying during the second, and when you ask him if you should stop, he would shake his head and ask to continute.
t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
100% builds toys himself for the two of you. (like the hexstrap). if you also have a pussy you two definitely have heavy makeouts, naked, with his vibrators inside the two of you, until the bedsheets have to be changed. if you have a dick and especially if you struggle with erection, he would build you a cock ring.
u = unfair (how much they like to tease)
as i wrote here: vik is definitely the type to provoke and tease you until he gets what he wants. he would pretend to mistake your lap for a chair or lean on you and make cute faces, maybe unbutton a part of his shirt, "accidentally" exposing his collarbones, waiting until you snap and pin him to the wall. then he would smirk, and you would kiss his neck, making him whine for more, waiting until he gets your cock/strap. he would do as above or tell you dirty shit as soon as jayce leaves the lab. and as soon as you blush, he would walk away with a satisfied smirk. and you would know you can't fuck him because he would soon come back. unless...
v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
is quiet at first, but when you finally let a sound out of him, he's the whiniest man ever. prettiest moans you'd ever hear, and he's moaning at the littlest touch. when he's coming, he curses in czech. sometimes tells you about his research when you two are at it and he cries ofc
w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
he built the strap for the two of you himself, as above has a mole on his pussy (yes, when you kiss his every mole, this one is included).
smokes during fucking
x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
pussy color is probably as pale as his skin. clit is more red. his labia is definitely a bit wrinkly also our beloved hexstrap
y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
since he's a workaholic, he doesn't have time and energy for fucking as much as he'd like to. but he's so needy you two sometimes do it in the lab and if you don't he gets sooo needy when you two finally get in bed.
z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
as soon as he can, he falls asleep. you have to wake him up and remind him to pee afterwards, but he's such a pretty sleeper your heart breaks when you do it. sometimes you ask to fuck him just so he would finally sleep
the mind reader
s2 viktor x gn!amab!reader
cw: dom!reader, sub!viktor, viktor has a hexpussy with weird anatomy, bratty viktor at the end, herald viktor, mind reading, finger sucking, cockwarming, fingering, pussy juice eating size difference (tall reader), mention of cock augmentation, mention of humping, mention of handcuffs, french kissing, lap sitting, public (kind of), manhandling, use of y/n
summary: the mind reading herald of the commune, that you're a member of, makes your thoughts about him come true
note: this fic may be weird so be warned, also english is not my first language !!
part 2 part 3
The pristine air of the commune was slowly cooling down.
As you finished weeding the beds of your berry bushes, you sat on the short, brick wall and started fidgeting with a rake. You took a look at the area filled with sand, hemispherical buildings and yellow flowers. The wind was blowing a song just for you. Between the blows you heard the graceful steps accompanied by a soft knocking of a staff. The Herald, or Viktor, as he let you call himself, was approaching.
"I see your plant is bearing fruit, Y/N," he praised you, his lithe, purple finger touching one of the juicy fruit of the same colour. He was leaning, sticking out his hips. Your gaze moved to the tiny waist of his, tied with golden belts.
If only you could touch these hips. If only he was sitting on your lap, as you hold them, your hand under his blanket cape...
You changed the train of your thought. Berries. Focus on the fucking berries.
Viktor looked at you with his lavender eyes, elegantly holding the staff. "You know I can read your mind, don't you?"
Time to leave this fucking commune and live on the streets. You almost stood up, feeling your cheeks burning, but he reached out his hand, sneering.
You sat down again.
The Herald took graceful steps towards you with a gentle smile. He sat on your lap, and you thought you were about to explode. He laughed softly. Reading your mind. He put his arms behind your neck, as if he knew it will make you short-circuit.
"You have no reason to be so embarrassed," Viktor said, looking up at you, his gaze piercing yours. "I can hear the thoughts of everyone in my commune. Every aspect of the human nature is ubiquitous to me, including this one. You're not the only one with such desires."
Nervously, you reached for Viktor's hip, pulling him closer. And just now, you noticed how small he was. As the god-like leader he seemed superior. When he healed your ills, you barely even noticed he was shorter than you, enamoured with his powers. But your hands covered his hips almost wholly, and would fit around his waist almost like a belt. And he was so light you barely felt the weight of his inhuman body.
You rushed your lips to his. The Herald parted his mouth. You kissed him, as the leader of the commune quietly moaned.
"I see you like it, my Herald."
Your lips sunken onto The Herald's pretty, nonhuman neck. You delighted in the chemical, fruit-like flavour of his hexcore skin, feeling his hands cradle your hair, as his head arched backwards. You moved one hand onto his tiny waist, one onto his exposed back. Your finger drew circles and hearts on his skin and the metal that braided it. You threw off your garden gloves. They were left to lie in the sand. You had more important things to do.
Viktor lifted up his cape, exposing the dark blue pelvis, and the glowing purple slit in between his thigh gap. As he was sitting on your one thigh, you parted his legs and slid your fingers inside. Your finger rubbed the cold, metal-like walls of his hole. With other hand, you held him by the waist. The Herald hummed discretely, with closed eyes and an undisturbed, peaceful smile. His hands rested on your shoulders, and as you slid your fingers deeper, his grip tightened. You put another finger in. The Herald squeezed his eyes. You parted your fingers like garden shears and his grip became almost painful.
But he was so pretty, you didn't stop. The usually dignified gaze of the commune's leader became watercolour. His chapped lips parted, as he quietly and elegantly moaned. And he was so tiny.
You felt the Herald's hole clenching on your fingers. He knew what you were up to. He was reading your mind.
Your hand left his hole, covered in, shining purple slick with a scent of fresh berries.
„Now taste it, my Herald. I’m sure your flavour is divine.”
“It definitively is.”
You put your fingers closer to his lips. He started by licking them with his metal cold tongue and an open mouth. Sticking it out – so long and silverly purple. Holding eye contact with you for the whole time. His mouth encircled your fingers. You held them still. The Herald closed his mouth and sucked quietly, with as soft smile on his face. For such a divine being, he was so obedient.
“Obedient, huh? I need you to know I am only choosing to obey you. Treat it as an honour, Y/N."
“So, obey, my Herald.”
Slowly, you unbuckled your pants, freeing your erection. Your hands gripped his hips, placing him on your length.
Viktor whimpered.
"What's wrong, my Herald?" you teased. "You were the one to make it so big."
"It won't fit."
"It will. Come here," you said, putting your hand on his chin, the other one on his hip. Your mouth touched his, then you gently nibbled his lower lip. You pushed him down your cock, at the same time sliding your lips into his mouth.
Dignity left the Herald’s expression completely, replacing itself with a filthy, filthy daze. His multicolour eyes slipped onto the back of his head. If only he wasn’t gagging on your tongue, he would let out the most indecent moan you could ever hear in your life.
Your tongue spiralled inside him; his throat felt like metal. His hole cooling you inside so bad you shivered. Its walls felt smooth like a metal surface.
Viktor moved inside you. You left his mouth, and as he sticked out his tongue, a string of saliva appeared between your tips. He moved again, and you grabbed his hips, holding him in place.
“No, my beautiful Herald,” you forbade him. “Stay still."
A bulge on his dark purple tummy reminded of your presence inside him. You used your honour of the commune leader’s obedience to you and left his hips. Your hands travelled from his waist, to his back, to shoulders, through neck into his soft, black hair.
The Herald was so pretty. Sitting on your cock, not moving at all, obediently denying himself pleasure. Hands laying still, one holding the other, both hanging down politely, tapping your lower stomach. Droopy eyes filled with so much desperation. He wanted to move so bad, but he was obedient. Dark brows rose, then falling with a scrunch. You caressed his long black hair, twirling the white highlights.
Oh, the things you wanted to do to him.
“Handcuffs?” The Herald read your mind. “Humping my blanket cape?” His hole clenched around you.
“Yes, my Herald.”
“Your thoughts are truly improper,” Viktor laughed softly. “Tell me, what will happen if I moved?”
What will happen if he moved?
“I will punish you.” You smirked at him. The Herald smirked back.
„A gag? Ma-magnets?” His expression shifted from tranquil pleasure to dread. But his leaking, clenching hole said otherwise. You caught him, as he almost fell of your lap.
“You are truly reading my mind.”
The Herald moved back and forth on your cock, letting out sweet, elegant moans. His dripping hole made a sound of wetness.
You felt your expression turning stern. Viktor leaned towards you, cupping your face and making a kissy face. He left a quick kiss on your forehead.
So, you grabbed him by the waist and put him over your shoulder. His legs dangled before you, as you took him to the greenhouse.
17+6
viktor x gn!afab!reader
cw: dom!reader, sub!viktor, trans viktor, czech viktor, dumbification, pegging, riding, finger sucking, size difference (tall reader),glorious orgasm delay, handcuffs, slight pain, safe sex, some fluff at the beginning, use of y/n
summary: viktor is tired after a bad day at work, so you help him relax and strap him until his brain melts
note: this is my first fic so please be nice also english is not my first language !! also tw for purple prose, bad english and cringe
It was 10 PM and you were laying in your bed in pajamas, while the LED lights on the ceiling glistened, changing colors. You were rewatching your favorite show for probably the third time. Maybe fourth, you've lost the count. The phone beside you vibrated with a notification.
It was from Viktor.
I am home, miláčku.
You smiled to the screen. You heard the bus arriving on the bus stop. It must be his. A minute later, the stairway filled with his slow, gentle steps, accompanied by the knocking of a crutch. Then, he opened the door. You untangled yourself from your blankets and rushed to the door to see him.
As you came closer to Viktor, you noticed that was slouching more than usual. The dark circles under his eyes seemed bigger.
"Do prdele..." he cursed in Czech under his breath, while taking of his patent leather shoes. Then, the double-breasted trench. His amber eyes fluttered, as he saw you looking at him. "Hello, Y/N," he said with a weak voice.
You felt the handle of his crutch on your back. He pulled you towards himself by it, supporting himself by holding the closet door, then leaned on you, nuzzling his face in your chest.
"Hello, Viki." You wrapped your hands around Viktor, stroking his messy, sweaty hair. His small body was tense. "You look so tired."
"Believe that I am."
"Go to bed, med," you whispered, proud of yourself and the new Czech petname you discovered for Viktor. It meant honey.
He looked up at you with a raised eyebrow, moving some centimeters away. His palms were leaning on your torso. "Did you pull a petname from Google Translate again?"
"What do you mean it's not a real petname?"
"It is not," Viktor countered with a smirk. "It actually sounds more dumb than romantic. Next time actually google some Czech petnames."
Your hand gently pet his hair. "If he consents, tonight he'll become much dumber than my petname from Google Translate.” You thought in the privacy of your brain. No, he'd be too tired.
"Anyways, go rest. I'll make us some sweetmilk."
"Add some med to mine," Viktor mocked you, going out of your embrace.
When the sweetmilk was done and steam was coming out of your matching cups, you arrived in the bedroom. Viktor was already laying on his stomach, hugging the pillow you were resting on before. Now changed from his formal wear, he was wearing just his white boxers and your T-shirt. It was so big, he almost sank in it. His crutch was leaning on your side of the bedside table. You put the cups of hot sweetmilk on the tabletop and laid beside him.
Viktor crawled onto you, as if you were his pillow. He was small and light, so you were only uncomfortable by his back brace digging into your stomach and the boniness of his figure. You ignored it, glad that your precious genius was resting on top of you. He was cold and still tense after hours in the academy.
You were stroking his back, unsure if he wanted to talk. His face was buried in your chest, eyes closed and chapped lips were smiling delicately.
"How was your day?" You asked, moving your hand to his hair.
Viktor grumbled. His fist squeezed the material of your t-shirt.
"At least terrible. These rich pricks of the council rejected our project yet again". You nodded, gently stroking him, listening to his sweet voice and thick accent, as he ranted about the council, lab research and miscalculations. How he made mistakes calculating, having to handle the same numbers again and again while everything and everyone was distracting him. How these privileged rich assholes of the council underestimate him. How the academy has too many stairs, and how much pain it causes him, and how they don't want to add an elevator, because, how they said it would be an unnecessary expense. How hard social interaction is, how complicated people are, how stupid is small talk.
"I am tired of using my brain."
"Do you want a massage, Vik?" You laid your hands on his shoulder blades, so small your hand could cover them completely.
Viktor got up onto his forearms, then smirked. "What if you fucked me instead?" These words sounded sweet like honey in his Czech accent. "The safeword is... med." He smiled playfully, turning up your chin with his finger.
"Viktor, sweetie..." You rolled your eyes. "Chose something else than this stupid petname from Google Translate"
"Something else, you say? What about deactivate?"
"That's better. Now get off me," you said, lightly pushing him off.
You waited for that moment. The moment you could see his tiny, fragile figure tremble and squirm under you. Or on top of you, maybe? Viktor came off your chest, then sat with his legs crossed, watching you get a strap from your underwear cupboard. He smiled, bouncing his healthy leg. The strap was, in fact, his creation.
After you changed the LED lights to rosy pink, you took off your shirt, tossing it to the floor. After Viktor took off your shirt of himself, his eyes stopped at yours, deciding between looking at your chest or your hands putting on the strap on your hips. He swallowed, seeing what size is about to go inside him. Break him in half.
Viktor laid on his back with his hands above his head, then stretched, looking at you provocatively.
So you got on top of him, holding his tiny waist. He held onto your shoulders, as his amber eyes lit up with smugness. You knew it won't last long.
You moved your hips just an inch.
Viktor's cold breath hit your chest. He quietly moaned, as he felt the tip of your strap touching his clit. Just a little stroke and his eyes ascended in a drunken daze into the back of his head, eyelids dropping.
Oh, how breakable he was.
"Mmph... miláčku..." He whimpered.
"Yes, Viki?" Your hand caressed his hollow cheek.
"Please..."
He was humping the air, trying to reach the strap, desperate for any stimulation.
"Please what? Use your words, sweetie."
"Y/N, please... I... I mean... Stick your strap inside my holes. Please. Disintegrate me."
What an excellent selection of words.
"I'm afraid you'll have to earn it," you said, pressing your finger onto his dry, chapped lips.
Viktor muffled his whimper.
You changed your position into a cross-legged sit. Viktor sat on his knees, putting a thin pillow in between the bends. He put his hands on his lap.
"Open your mouth for me," you instructed him.
Viktor followed your instructions, even sticking out his tongue. And oh, Lord, he looked so adorably dumb for you. So pathetic.
Two of your fingers entered his mouth. You felt the rough texture of his tongue as you pressed it, making him gag. But he stood still. As you explored his open mouth, a string of drool leaked from his lips, staining the sheets with his saliva. There he was, your genius man transformed into a drooling mess.
You took the fingers out for a second. A string of drool dangled between your fingertips and Viktor's half-opened mouth, like a spiderweb.
"What is 17 + 6, Viki?"
Viktor tried to focus back his dazy gaze. "It's uhhh..."
It's the same man who not even three hours ago did calculations your mind couldn't ever comprehend.
"It's difficult to think, huh?" You said with a condescending tone, stroking his cheek, then put your fingers back into his mouth. "Then suck, it will be easier."
He obeyed, sucking two of your big fingers like a popsicle. He was cotton soft and wet inside. You slid your fingers in and out, until you hit the back of his throat. And it was as if you pressed a "dumb" button in him. He gagged, and you felt as he convulsed. Viktor's amber eyes unfocused, then slowly closed, like a feather falling onto the floor. The base of your fingers was encircled by his lips, as he made the prettiest noises known to man. He looked featherheaded.
How fortunate that those professors from the academy do not see him at this moment. Only you were ever permitted.
"Good boy." Your fingers left his throat and he made a sweet moan. "What position should I fuck your hole in? Are you in a lot of pain today?" You asked, pulling down his boxers to reveal a bush his happy trail led to.
"Please..."
"Hm?" You grabbed Viktor's chin, forcing him to look at you. "Isn't it hard, using your brain to make such big decisions?"
So you laid on your back, inviting Viktor to sit on your hips, thick strap in front of him. The tip reached above his belly button. Your hands grabbed Viktor's waist, and they almost encircled it. You put him on your strap. His bush tickled your skin. He whined, as his creation, tailor-made for his pussy, stretched him out and pierced deeply. A bulge appeared on his stomach.
"Ride me."
Viktor obeyed. But struggled. He moved his hips weak and slow. You saw how much difficulty it causes him.
"I can't," he said just two words. With someone else, in another state of mind he would push through, not wanting to seem weak. But he didn't.
"I can help you with that, Viki."
Your hands grabbed his hips, moving him back and forth. Viktor's eyes widened, as his frail body was quivering in overpowering pleasure. You couldn't see a thought in this previously clever gaze. His face made a grimace, as he quietly mewled. His fingers went down to his clit. He was pleasuring himself, making circles on the swollen, pink button.
You stopped.
Viktor looked down at you with confusion winkling in his honey-colored eyes.
"What is 5+3?"
"It's uhhm... It's-"
You returned to moving his hips, this time harder and faster, making him bounce up and down. The bulge on his stomach migrated every time your hands moved his hips. Juices soaked from his hole, drool dripped from his mouth, as if his brain was dripping away simultaneously. His eyes got coated in a drunken haze, his breath became harsh, his pale cheeks - rosy pink. He laid on you, barely able to take more.
You disintegrated him.
He was about to climax. His chest rose and fell, as he huskily breathed in and out air. You took his limp figure out of yourself, then got off the bed.
"Y/N, please..."
"Wait."
You took a bullet vibrator and handcuffs out of your cupboard. You locked a cuff on Viktor's limp wrist, then put the cold chain through the crate of the bedframe. He gave you his other wrist. You locked it. After the bullet was cleaned, you sticked it inside his stretched, pink pussy, hearing him whimper. You turned on the lowest setting.
"Turn it up, miláčku..." Viktor begged with a sharper, less foggy gaze and a raspy voice, looking at you sitting on the edge of the bed. You stroked his sweaty hair and turned up the vibrator's setting...
...just to lower it again. You were met with a whimper. He moved his hips with desperation for just a bit more stimulation that would let him transcend the edge.
He was so needy you pitied him.
"Stop toying with me, Y/N. I beg you, for the love of god. Please... Please, let me cum."
You turned the setting almost to maximum. Viktor gasped for air. Your hand caressed his cheek.
"What is 1+2?"
"Hmmph... " The brilliant scientist couldn't put together a single word.
You turned the setting to maximum and Viktor gritted his teeth, suppressing a scream. It sounded like a squeak. You slid your finger between his lips, parting his teeth, making him cry out the loudest, most heartrending moan. His back arched, making him flatten his stomach and accentuate ribs that peeked out of the back brace. He squirmed on the bed, hissing and tugging on the handcuffs as the metal clanked, his noises getting higher and higher, until they transformed into shallow breaths like into ultrasound.
The amber eyes shined from tears. "Kurva do piči... Kurva, kurva, kurva."
"Huh... Please, Y/N, have mercy..." Viktor hissed between teeth. "It hurts..."
"Deactivate," he said, almost sobbed out the safeword. "Deactivate, deactivate, deactivate."
You took the bullet out of his soaking wet hole, then freed him from the handcuffs. After you handed him his boxers, you helped him sit up next to you. Viktor leaned on you, resting his chin on your shoulder. He was trembing. His pale body has taken on a rosy pink color. His skin, wet from sweating, warmed yours like a thermophore.
The feeling of his delicate, warm skin against yours was a delight, but you had to let go of it. You handed Viktor his crutch, that was leaning against the bedside table, near to two cups filled with sweetmilk.
"Go to the bathroom, sweetie," you said with a gentle voice. "I don’t want you to get any infections."
Viktor stood up and already lurched, desperately holding onto his crutch, almost falling onto his knees. As he walked, he held onto everything - the wall, the closet, the door. His legs looked like they were about to collapse. Because of you.
"Do you need help, Viki?" You asked.
"I can handle it myself. But I'm glad that you are concerned."
After he slowly and lumpishly left the room, you took a sip of your sweetmilk. The thick, sweet drink got cold. You took of the strap and laid it on the floor. It can be cleaned later. You wrapped yourself up with the soft blanket. When you turned on your show again, you saw Viktor, still struggling to walk.
Viktor clumsily fell onto the bed. "Could you help me with the braces?"
"Of course, sweetie." You untangled yourself from the blanked and kneeled on the floor before him. "Give me your leg."
You loosened the latches, then delicately took the brace off. A red outline of the brace has imprinted on his skinny leg. Then, you sat on bed again. Viktor took off his shirt, revealing the back brace. You took it off him, unscrewing the screws in his vertebras.
You lifted your blanket, inviting him to lay by your side. Viktor curled up beside you, as you felt how small he was compared to you. He laid his head on your forearm. the dark, soft hair brushed against your skin. His breath got deeper and slower, tiny chest rising and falling. You could sense his warm exhales on your chest. You unpaused the show and checked if he was sleeping - he was.
You left a soft kiss on Viktor's forehead.
After the episode ended, you felt Viktor moving beside you. He whined, waking up from the nap, then stretched, accompanied with another whine.
"You're awake." You took a strand of hair of his face.
"Thank you, miláčku," he said, looking up at you with sharp gaze in his amber eyes. "The fucking was incredible." His chapped lips left a kiss on your cheek.
Viktor rolled to the other side and looked at the strap on the floor. His hand reached for it.
"I wonder which material I used for this strap caused my brain such a reaction."
“Me too, Viki,” you answered, kissing him on the forehead.
kinktober 2025 masterlist
my first kinktober, yay! every fic here is focused on viktor from arcane. i paired him either with jayce, or the reader, in some i featured sky and he hexcore. reader is always gender neutral. in all the fics he's the sub, as usual. works range from short drabbles to 2k pieces. all will be tagged accordingly. selected fic's i'll crosspost on ao3. enjoy!
OCTOBER 2
coming untouched, kidnapping | viktor x reader
OCTOBER 3
nipple clamps, threesome | viktor x reader x jayce
OCTOBER 4
voyeurism | viktor x jayce x sky young
OCTOBER 7
blood, blindfolds | viktor x jayce
OCTOBER 13
sub top x dom bottom, overstimulation | viktor x jayce
OCTOBER 14 DELAYED
posessive, marking | viktor x jayce feat. dmitri
OCTOBER 18
pussy torture, punishment | viktor x reader
OCTOBER 19
creampie, virginity kink | viktor x jayce
OCTOBER 20
dubcon, object insertion, mirror sex | viktor x the hexcore
OCTOBER 22
quiet sex, degradation | viktor x reader
OCTOBER 26
lingerie | viktor x jayce
OCTOBER 31
free use | viktor x reader
dividers by @chrisssiren
