#viktor x

[dervampireprince]

thank you everyone who's found me after watching arcane season 2 and my almost 3 years of making viktor audios!

my current audios:

25 sfw

9 public nsfw (6 x listener, 3

#jayvik)

10 patreon nsfw (6 x listener {3 machine herald, 1 vampire}, 1 jayvik)

mostly trans viktor

a mix of mostly gender neutral listener, but also female listener, male listener (including trans man listener and t4t viktor x listener), nonbinary listener

my public sfw audios are on youtube and soundgasm, public nsfw are on soundgasm, and the rest are patreon exclusive. all the links are in my pinned post.

[18+ only, minors dni]

[discomxcabre]

prototypes

viktor x male reader

[sex toys, cis reader, trans viktor, suggestive, switch!vik, mentions of dp, smell kink, size kink, slight objectification]

blbečku = dumbass in Czech

"So, what's your opinion on my prototype?" Viktor asked you, pulling his lab goggles over his sweaty forehead. "I've given it a name - the hexstrap."

The engineer smelled of the lab he slept in for the last two days, has as much wrinkes on his shirt as on his pale face, and both his messy hair, clothes and his cheeks were stained in oil.

You, sitting next to him on a wheeled stool, shook your head.

"But isn't it too big for you, Viki?" You said. "I don't know if it can fit in you, like, it's two times bigger than me, and... like a quater of your waist. It looks like it would break you in half."

"It's for you, blbečku." He replied with an amused grin. "You can take it. Tonight."

"Okay, just don't shower before that, okay?" You mumbled, as heat splashed your cheeks.

Viktor was quiet for the next minute, looking outside the window and playing his hair, lost in thought.

His cheekbones were turning pink.

You wanted to ask him a question that lived in your mind for the last two hours. But Viktor spoke faster.

"But can be for me too. I have two holes."

"Hahaha, right... Can I ask you for a favor, maybe?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you one day make me a, you know, fleshlight?" You said, trying not to cover your face.

He took his cane and hooked it on your back. He moved you closer to him, then laid his other hand close to his crotch. His breath smelled like rusty metal and carried something suggestive.

He smirked, putting his cane under your chin. "Don't you already have one?"