#viktor fire force

[whitesnowpaw]

Viktor Waves At You! [I'm so sorry I couldn't make it loop perfectly.]

[thatwasntverycashmoneyofme]

𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗉

❥𝗌𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗍 : 𝗏𝗂𝗄𝗍𝗈𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗒 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗏. (𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 + 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗁)

{ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 — 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗒 𝗏𝗂𝗄𝗍𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝗎𝗁, 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝗋, 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗏𝗈𝗒𝖾𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗆. }

viktor licht is a creepy perv who’d hack your computer to look through your camera on some weirdo shit, like how they be talking bout the fbi person watching you through the phone, yea that’s him.

he hacks all your devices but he loves having access to your computer because it gives him a wide range of visibility to you. and it’s nothing like when you masturbate on your phone, your legs going over the arms of your chair giving him the perfectly full view of your beautiful pussy.

the dark brown outside and strawberry pink inside taking over his thoughts as a drop of your cream was dragged up to your clit with your choice of the night: fingers, vibrator, or a dildo, ogling you and the split screen of the porn you were watching but mostly you as you stimulate yourself.

hearing the wet ‘schlick-ing’ sounds coming from the heaven between your thighs, he pulls out his brown pussy pocket having it on deck, he began fucking into it at the same pace as you, edging himself to keep from cumming prematurely.

he watched your white cream decorate the chair, slick messy between your thighs, he came right after you, as you force your shaking legs to keep open. more of your cream pooling into the chair, a low moan withdrawing from your two tone lips, your mouth in an open pout as your whole body trembled as if you’re in a room of ice.

his cum filled the false pussy, groaning as he pulled out his still throbbing dick leaving a spurt of the watery fluid on the clit of the toy, imagining it was you he bit his lip as a stream of his cum expels from his tip.

・❥・

he comes out of his room the next morning entering the working space to find you sitting with everyone, talking and laughing lightly. his eyes never parting from your frame, reminiscing the events of last night trying not to get hard again as he greets everyone, watching you smile at him and nod in acknowledgment before going back to your conversation.

he watches you talk animatedly with your hands daydreaming about what they could do to him. he goes to sit down feeling his dick pulse, far from you but enough to have a clear uninterrupted view, watching subtly his fist resting underneath his chin, as he wondered what you were gonna do with your pretty pussy tonight.

𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖣𝖮𝖭𝖳 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾. ©𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅

[never-enough-fanfiction]

Random dialogue #3

Viktor: What's your attitude towards science?

[Y/N]: Viktor I swear if during your experiments you destroyed my microwave-

Viktor: That's not an answer to my question.

[gonuclear]

i come bearing an incredibly important meme

[kubominero]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAD SCIENTIST (14th March)

[whitesnowpaw]

I finally started S3. And I cannot explain it but Viktor is so cat-coded in this.

[never-enough-fanfiction]

Viktor W,Y

Continuation of this request. 

W eak point What is their weak point.

His lab coat on you. Girl… Every time you decide to steal and put it on, his productivity drop to 0 faster than an Infernal combust.

Because you know, how you can finish anything if your eyes are involuntarily wandering to that one person every five minutes?

The worst thing is if you catch him staring. He goes back to work immediately, but the room gets weirdly hot.

*

"Viktor?" you asked leaving the compared results when you noticed your boyfriend staring at you motionless. Licht was very often absent-minded, lost in his thoughts, but you were sure it was something else this time. He stared at you sideways, leaning against the desk and following the white fabric on your back. You looked at yourself, checking if you had accidentally stained his lab coat . You remarkably forgot yours at home and borrowed it from Licht as he was not using it, tossed over a chair.

The man flinched, awakened, and quickly wandered around the room with a bemused stare until he found the laptop he was working on.

"I-I'm just trying to figure out what's wrong with the data." He explained, lowering his head so his nose almost touched the monitor. Yet despite his fierce concentration, his gaze was still, suggesting that he was reading nothing.

"Data problem? Let me help you! " You walked around his desk and ,despite assurances that there was no need to, stood behind his chair, leaning the chin on his arm, and within seconds you pointed to the wrong line. "You forgot the comma."

"Oh, you're right, thank you," he muttered, rubbing his strangely flushed face.

"You fine?"

"Yeah, just tired." He waved his hand carelessly, still not looking at you.

"Few more minutes and we can go to lunch." You pecked his cheek and went back to your wrok, leaving behind you a flushed mess.

Y ear How they see the relationship in the future.

There are two versions here:

One is the two of you, buried in a pile of papers and sitting on the floor of the shared apartment, the only place with enough room for you two.

Each remaining surface is filled with piles of books, gears, and interesting objects from on or under the surface. You discuss a topic alternately showing the highlighted fragments and laptop monitors, and you measure time with empty coffee cups. Sooner or later you will exhaust the topic completely, the excitement will pass, replaced by the weariness of the night and most likely you will fall asleep on the carpet under the constellations drawn on the ceiling.

It is the more real one, his true dream would be a shared laboratory in a world where truths are not swept under the rug for many years, but accepted with open arms. But Viktor knows perfectly well that if such times come, it will not be during his lifetime.