#viktor whump

[viktorsspine]

Watching Viktor being manhandled by the hexcore did things to me

The way that he is easy to push and pull around despite how much he tries to fight against it. The way his body convulses, both from the hexcore's current going through his bloodstream and most likely the pain that accompanies it. The way that he desperately claws at the desk's edge and his head being thrown back in unison with his back arching. The way that his eyes roll all the way back into his skull until only the whites are showing and jaw going completely slack with that blood-curdling scream—from panicked struggling to something numb.

He is utterly helpless (,,>﹏<,,)

[mediocre-quill-ink]

#whoremembers when viktor was hard as fuck while getting tortured

[timeforfingchaos]

Unfortunately as a disabled asexual trans man I relate to Viktor so he's getting thrown into the omegaverse-flavoured whump machine

[arcanebutterfly]

[mr-and-mr-mitchell]

No Sign Of Land

Jayce needs Viktor, will do anything to have him. Viktor isn't going to make it easy for him.

[eternally-hypothermic]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35487907/chapters/88460977

A series of bedside vigils - Part I. Viktor gets pneumonia. Jayce has a few things to say about that, but before that, he is worried.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[mediocre-quill-ink]

Reposting some old stuff cause I think a lot of this got deleted when my old blog got taken down

[mediocre-quill-ink]

Letting viktor out of the basement for first time in months. Hes nearly sobbing with relief. Hes been desperate for fresh air and sunlight for so long. Finally outside.

But his hopes are quickly shaky when he's getting dressed up in a sexy deer costume. Hes let outside, an unfamiliar sense of anxiety crushing him. He doesn't remember the outside world feeling so... Gargantuan. It's dizzying. Dread inducing. Then he hears whumper behind him. They say "I'll give you a 40 second head start." Viktor turns to see whumper holding a gun with a heart shaped sight scope.

His heart drops like bricks. He doesn't even have his cane. Or his brace!

They smile "1..... 2..... 3..... I'd start running, little fawn. 6..... 7....."