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BLACKLIST

Jayce

Marcus

(I'm srry but yall...I just can't stand them 💀)

© 2023 lunerenzo, please don’t plagiarize work.

If you could, Lackadaisy headcanons for a teen reader who wants to be part of the Lackadaisy Speakeasy. Maybe the reader likes the thrill

Pronouns used : None, no gendered terms.

Note(s) : When you say teen, I'm assuming young teen since 16-17 is not too far from Freckle and Ivy's age. Characterisation may not be accurate and criticism on how I portray them is very much appreciated.

Roark 'Rocky' Rickaby

Likes your spirit! Jokingly calls you the better cousin he never had which earns an eye roll from Freckle. I don't imagine you get out on missions much + it probably took ages to get in because you're fairly young, but when you do, it's chaos. If you get along with Rocky and even encourage his habits, then either the missions will fail or succeed but with broken limbs, at least three blown up buildings and a lot awkward explaining.

If you're not confident enough to say no and on the opposite spectrum, are sometimes the voice of reason, he calls you a mini Freckle and teases you about it constantly. I imagine he'd sort of becomes an elder brother figure regardless of what kind of a person you are, begging for Mitzi to let you stay even if you mess up often. You accept him for who he is, you're his friend, he wants you to still like him and he sees himself in you.

Rocky also gives you some sneaky sips of alcohol they get, hey, it isn't anything too much, and he compares it to church giving out wine which makes Freckle tremble in fear as his mother senses she needs to throw someone out a window. Besides, he worked hard to get it! Even if he was the one to screw the run around up, it's sharing and caring, friendship is very important.

Mitzi May

Has apprehensions about letting you join, it'd take convincing and by then she probably doesn't want to bring you on too many dangerous missions. Given how she is around Rocky, I don't think she'd be uncaring if you're similar to him. High spirits and an urge to please her, similar to the man in question, to her, you're a kid. She has trouble telling you no in a way that isn't tip toeing around the subject.

Even if you can also be useful and your begging is temptation straight from the snake, Mitzi will always tell others you're a kid and treat you like one, no matter if it's important or not in that situation. She feels horrible that you may not make it to the next day, but they're understaffed and need to get business up and running, Mitzi comes to think of you like her own after a while. Although, she wishes you weren't so eager to put your life on the life.

Ivy Pepper

I imagine she also loves your spirit, finds you adorable and will have the urge to become your friend, asking Mitzi to let you join and vouching for you. Ivy is also the only one to treat you on equal ground, even Rocky will just view you as a child in the end, but she tries viewing you as a friend first. This can he bad or good depending, but she doesn't want to pretend you're frail, this doesn't mean she won't crack down on you and be strict like an older sister.

Doesn't matter if you have two left feet and stumble, she will teach you to dance, you won't get out of it, and trust me when I tell you she's determined. The lessons consist of you stepping on her toes and laughing so hard you just fall on the ground.

Since she's fairly new to doing heavy jobs as well, only joining in as they are understaffed, she understands if you mess up sometimes and don't fully get what to do. Ivy was born into this life and teaches you the ropes that you wouldn't understand.

Calvin 'Freckle' McMurray

Uncomfortable to the max, he genuinely can't even look you in the eye for the longest time. He already had worries in joining himself, Ivy has been working in Lackadaisy for a long time, Rocky is... Uh, Rocky. But you? You're a literal teen who just likes the thrill of it, Freckle tries to be a good influence on your life and tells you not to join. Which he understands is incredibly hypocritical, but at the same time, he can't find it in himself to care about his hypocrisy too much.

Hopes to convince Mitzi to not put too much pressure on you, he is very attentive and any limp or struggle is met with a lecture that makes Rocky get flashbacks to Freckle's mother. Gets incredibly apologetic if you see him with guns and how insane he can be, regardless on how you feel, he's guilty that he may be influencing you badly.

Viktor Vasko

At first you thought he wanted you to die, an intense stare placed on you at all times with a smashed glass from his seemingly violent thoughts. But all he sees is a dumb kid, someone who needs to get out before this business kills you. He won't exactly be caring about it either, simply telling you that if you continue being reckless with your life, you will die. If you aren't careful? Maybe others you love.

It's worse if you end up bonding with him, even a little, he gets even angrier with those around you. He will not let you out of his sight if he can help it. Essentially? He's a very tough love guy, Viktor comes off as though he doesn't like you, which may be true on the surface, but deeeeeeeeep deeeeeeeeep down, he likes you a little. Maybe. Sometimes. Not often.

a theory - pt one

Viktor x Fem!Reader (SFW)

Synopsis: Viktor has a rather interesting theory regarding you that he wants to discuss.

Warnings: sexual tension, fluff, pining, Viktor being cheeky, angst if you squint but like not really, (nsfw in future parts)

Word Count: 4.4k

A/N: I tried not to fuck up any of the lore, and I apologize for any anachronisms. Anyways, I think Viktor is my favorite character from Arcane, and I'm terrified of what they're going to do to him in season two because his lore is up in the air. Anyways, glorious evolution and all that. Enjoy.

“I have a theory.”

The words that predated many life-changing events. In this case, it was Viktor standing in the doorway of the kitchen, leaning with his weight on his cane, head cocked to the side. His eyes were sharp as he scanned the messy room. It wasn’t exactly messy, but the flour that you’d dropped during the first batch of cupcakes was definitely noticeable. Especially on your apron and in your hair.

“You have many of those, Viktor. You’re a scientist. An inventor. Theories and you go hand-in-hand.” You made a pointed effort not to linger on him. If you did, you’d only take in the tall, lean frame you enjoyed looking at more than a friend should.

His cane thumped on the floor as he approached you. What was once a potent scent of vanilla and cinnamon became an overwhelming coffee--a staple in Viktor and Jayce’s day--and something that reminded you of a snow-covered forest under moonlight. You didn’t need to see him beside you to register the heat of Viktor’s body as he sat on a nearby stool, acting as if the furniture was there waiting for him. His legs—those damn long legs—sprawled out as he looked at you. No other confirmation was needed besides the weighty feel of his gaze on you.

His smile was like sunshine washing over you as he sat beside you, watching as you piped frosting onto the cupcakes.

“They do, yes.”

You frowned at a somewhat lopsided bit of frosting. You couldn’t work under Viktor’s watchful gaze. It made your hands shake. Turned the room two sizes too small. As if you and Viktor were the only two occupants in a quaint, stuffy closet. Chests nudging as they expanded with each unsteady breath. Eyes trying to meet in the shadows, like two lost stars waiting to collide.

When he didn’t elaborate, you sat the piping bag down and frowned.

“Yes, Viktor? I’m trying to work here.”

Viktor smiled and eyed the bowl of white frosting. The entire room lit up around him. His smiles weren’t rare, but they still seemed to draw you to him like a moth to a flame. And the way the corners of his mouth tipped up in amusement as he looked over your station was all you needed to be thrown into the cataclysm that was Viktor.

Although, that seemed to happen daily. Which was getting out of hand. Very much out of hand, especially when you noticed yourself holding your breath as Viktor’s eyes met yours. And you realized that smile was directed at you. Still, you maintained the mock annoyance.

“I think I understand now why you’re always brimming with smugness whenever you come bother Jayce and me in the lab.” He laughed softly. “This is fun.”

You bit your cheek and handed him a cupcake, holding it directly in front of his face, and stared at him expectantly.

“You must be hungry since you’re in the kitchen. So, here. Take your snack and go.” Although, you didn’t particularly want him to leave.

He frowned at the baked good and sat it down.

“But I haven’t tested my theory.”

“You haven’t even told me your theory.”

“Well, I never said I was going to tell you.” He turned the cupcake a full 360 degrees, admiring every bit of surface area.

“Then take your cupcake and get back to work.” You waved him off.

He waited a full thirty seconds—watching you toy with the piping bag then adjusting cupcakes you weren’t frosting—before speaking again. He poked the hardening frosting.

“Is it editable?”

You glared at him wide-eyed.

“Yes, of course, it’s edible, you ass.”

“Ah, my apologies, wrong choice of words. Is it tasty?”

He was just getting your goat at this point. The way his eyes glinted when yours twitched--and the pure amusement dripping from the word tasty--told you as much. So much so that, without much of a second thought—one that you really should have had—you reached forward and procured a dollop of frosting on your forefinger. Viktor’s gaze followed it as you held it in front of him.

What you’d been expecting him to do was either frown, look at you incredulously, maybe make a joke about how unhygienic that was, or just pull the frosting off with his own finger. What you weren’t expecting was him leaning forward, holding eye contact with you that felt ten times more intimate than you knew it was, and wrapping his lips around your finger. A full-body shiver rocked you as his tongue grazed the pad of your finger and all coherent thoughts left you.

When he pulled back, it was like the spark that ignited between you was one-sided. Very much between you and yourself.

“Oh, yes, that is rather tasty. Might I bring one to Jayce as well?”

You blinked at him for a solid second before sliding another cupcake his way.

“Thank you,” he murmured, but he still didn’t stand. He tossed his cane from hand to hand, deliberating something internally.

“Yes, Viktor?” You asked slower, quieter. To your dismay, your voice came out husky. Needy. You cleared your throat as if that would magically cover it up.

“My theory requires assistance.” He shrugged and reached a hand out. When you didn’t move, he nodded at your empty hand, and you reluctantly gave it to him.

Suddenly, you were aware of each callous, each soft patch of skin between yours and Viktor’s hand. His hand fully encompassed yours as he turned it over. Fingers danced over yours, bringing goosebumps to the surface of your skin, before they settled on your wrist. His gaze fell to yours once more as he searched your face. He smiled again.

You were just about to open your mouth and ask for an explanation, but Viktor spoke first.

“Your heart is racing.”

Heat flooded your face—amongst a few other places—and you jerked your hand from Viktor’s. That certainly wasn’t helping whatever case was being built against you here. Viktor laughed—making flowers bloom and birds chirp—and he practically beamed at you.

He reached out and tugged on your apron. With less hesitation than you liked, you gave in and let him pull you towards him. He continued to smile as he brought you closer. Guiding you between his legs until you were mere inches from him. You’d shared close proximity before. But this? When you could feel and hear your heart in your ears. When every inch of you was on fire, and every nerve and every thought was screaming touch me. It was dangerous being this close to Viktor. It was a heartbreaking reminder that you’d never get the match to drop into kerosene. You’d have to keep dousing yourself with ice water to control the heat, to extinguish the flames. And you feared with each failed attempt that the fire was turning to grease, spreading wider and growing more vicious with each dump of water atop it.

“What?” You tried to say, acting as if you were totally unaffected by him. But it came out embarrassingly breathy.

He reached up and you froze as he dusted off a bit of flour from your cheek. The minimal contact made your knees weak. You had to stop yourself from leaning into the touch, from sighing like this was the first time someone had touched you in months. It had been, but Viktor didn’t need to know that.

“Your heart is racing,” he repeated. He slid his fingers up your wrist, trailing the length of your forearm until he got to your elbow. He guided you even closer. Even while sitting down, he barely sat shorter than you.

“It tends to do that when I’m annoyed,” you lied.

Viktor brought his hand down to his lap and you missed the sudden warmth of his touch.

“Mmm, does it?”

“It does,” you said a little stronger. As if that false certainty would make up for the blatant lie. “So, if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to get back to work.”

He nodded. He put his weight on his cane as he stood up, positioning himself far closer to you than you’d been expecting. He eyed the cupcakes, his cane, his hands, then you. You muttered a quiet apology, plated the cupcakes on a throwaway dish, and handed them to Viktor. He grinned as he took it, catching your gaze, somehow managing to look at you through his lashes.

“Can you stop by the lab later?” His voice was a mere whisper. “I have a few things I require your assistance with.”

“Isn’t that what Jayce is for?” It didn’t come out as mock-annoyed as you wanted. Curiosity seeped through instead.

“Perhaps for most things. But I am specifically in need of your assistance with this.” He turned on his heels. “So if you’d be so kind, it’d be greatly appreciated.”

“We’ll see,” you said to his back as he left.

You took extra care when frosting the remaining cupcakes. Mostly because you were trying to come up with an excuse not to go to the lab. You had a feeling it was going to lead to some sort of embarrassment on your behalf. Like the one time Viktor was talking to you about something Hextech related--you really weren’t listening, how could you when he was standing so close to you, eyes beaming with each word he said. He saw a spare page of his notes on the table and reached around you. Stupidly, you froze when you should’ve side-stepped and Viktor’s chest pressed against yours as he reached for the notes.

It nearly stopped your heart, that amount of body contact with him. But he seemed entirely unaffected by it when he pulled away. You, on the other hand, were holding your breath out of fear of gasping, praying he hadn’t felt how fast your heart was beating, and was trying to calm the warmth flooding your body. He just kept on as if nothing had happened, reading whatever was on the page and pacing around the room like a well-practiced professor.

Plus, after the close contact with him in the kitchen, your hands were left shaking. It took far more concentration to ice the desserts than you liked. It got to the point where, thirty minutes past what it should’ve taken you to finish, you threw down the piping bag and cursed the baked goods. Fuck you, you muttered in exasperation and stumbled out of the kitchen covered in bits of flour, frosting, and cake crumbs.

Apron discarded, you stood outside of Viktor and Jayce’s lab. Three deep breaths later, you knocked on the door expecting for Jayce to yell come in or some other greeting. Instead, it was Viktor’s voice who called for you to enter, and that made your heart leap into your throat. If Jayce hadn’t answered, that either meant he was preoccupied or simply wasn’t there. You hoped it was the former because if it were the latter...You weren’t sure you could handle any more alone time with Viktor that evening.

It was the latter. Viktor was alone in the lab when you walked in. He smiled at you over his shoulder, his hair looking fluffier and more askew than when you’d last seen it a few hours ago. He rolled his shoulders and motioned for you to join him beside one of the many desks. To your surprise, he wasn’t bent over some Hextech prototype. It was just a journal.

“What did you need my assistance with?”

Viktor tapped the edge of the desk, and you looked at it longer than you should have before giving him a questioning glance.

“Sit,” he murmured.

Tentatively, you obliged. You hoped your hop onto the desk was more graceful than it felt. Viktor smiled as he picked up the journal and paced the room. A frown took form as you watched him, both silent. Until he stopped in front of you, lowered the book, and seemed to study your face with the same critical observation face he used when reading Jayce’s notes.

“Is this what you called me in for, Viktor?” You cocked a brow at him. “To sit here and watch you read?”

“No.” He sat the book down and shifted his weight onto the cane. “I wanted to see if you would come.”

Your heart picked up in your chest.

“I’m sorry?”

“I wanted to see if you would come,” he repeated matter of factly.

You thought about picking up the book he’d been reading and throwing it at home. Or just jumping off the desk and storming out of the room. Both were good options. For some reason, you went with the first. Viktor barely dodged the incoming book, grinning like a madman when he watched it land across the room.

“I am tired, Viktor. If you wanted to hang out, you could’ve just asked me.”

“But that wouldn’t have worked.” He stepped closer, the thud of his cane echoing with each step. “I needed to see if you’d come simply because I asked, no other important information. Just that I needed your assistance.”

“Why?”

Before he could answer, you could already see the words forming in his head.

“I swear to everything, Viktor, if this is about your damn theory again.”

“It’s a rather interesting one if I might say so myself.”

You crossed your arms as Viktor closed the gap between you two, positioning himself directly between your legs. He swapped his cane out for the desk, leaning his weight against it, bringing him in close as he studied you. His eyes flickered and your breath hitched. Before you could blink, Viktor’s lips ghosted over yours. You flinched, digging your nails into the desk so hard that, had they been your palms, you would’ve broken skin.

“I think that you want to kiss me.”

Every nerve fired off in your body. His hips grazed your inner thighs, his breath fanned against your skin, his hair tickled your forehead. You had absolutely no idea how you were supposed to respond. For one, you desperately wanted to kiss him. But you didn’t want him to know that, even if he’d already deduced it himself. And it wasn’t like you could deny it. Viktor was too smart for his own good; he already knew the answer. Even if you wholeheartedly denied it, he’d keep that glint in his eye and just nod, playing along with the facade. Because he knew. And you had absolutely no idea what to do with that information.

So, you played along.

“What makes you say that?”

“Ah.” Viktor, to both your relief and dismay, straightened. He pointed towards the book discarded on the floor. “If you hadn’t so rudely thrown my notes, I would’ve shared my observations with you.”

“Notes?” You perked up as Viktor turned and started towards the book.

He didn’t speak again until he bent over, picked it up, and opened it. He hmmed and nodded, perusing the pages with a finger, his cane tucked under his arm. Finally, he said ah, and shifted so he fully faced you.

“A little over a month ago. While I was in the lab, working. You,” he nodded towards you, “brought in some fruits as snacks. Jayce wasn’t here, so I asked if you’d like to stay. You did.”

You tensed. You remembered this. You didn’t need any other information. Snacks, lab, alone with Viktor was more than enough to trigger the memory. One where your chest felt tight, your stomach wobbled inside you, and your knees grew weaker by the second. You locked eyes with Viktor as he glanced up from the journal. Instantly, as those all-knowing eyes met yours, your heart leapt into your throat.

“In doing so, you helped out with an experiment I was working on at the time. A prototype of Hextech armor.”

It wasn’t exactly armor. It was a corset in the pre-design phase, where they were still figuring out styling and fittings before they even moved onto the Hextech aspect. So Viktor had you step into the clothing. It was a thick, soft fabric, covered in large, unbending pieces that mimicked the future protective parts.

The corset aspect was one thing; you could ignore the tightness in your chest and the beating of your heart easily. But one of the design features to get adequate measurements and fitting was straps. Lots and lots of straps. So it became near unbearable, standing there while trying to act unaffected by Viktor’s fingers working each strap tight. Every so often, he’d ask, “Is that alright?” And his fingers would graze against you at the same time, drawing the breath from your lungs. The scent of coffee--and fruit from the assortment you’d brought in--overwhelmed you.

“Your pupils were dilated, your breathing was uneven, and you were uncharacteristically nervous.” Viktor stepped towards you. “I noticed that you kept avoiding eye contact, and you weren’t looking at my freckle.”

Viktor smiled and tapped the beauty mark above his mouth. One you’d told yourself you were looking at multiple times, trying to convince yourself that you weren’t staring at his mouth. Or that you weren’t fantasizing about what his lips felt like against yours; your neck, your clavicle, your chest.

Viktor’s smile didn’t falter as he set the book down, clearly waiting for you to say something. Probably something smart or witty; something to combat what he’d said. But, like when he’d tightened the straps of the corset, he’d sucked the air right of you. You’d just wished it’d been because his fingers were brushing against the different sections of your torso. Not because he’d been the brilliant man that he is and noticed the crush you’d been trying to keep under wraps.

You wished you hadn’t played along. You wished you had just gone back to your room, apologized to Viktor the next day, and then hope he’d put the whole I have a theory thing behind him. But wishing wasn’t going to make it a reality. Instead, you sucked in a slow breath, steadying yourself on the desk, and rolled your shoulders back.

“Really, Viktor, that’s what you called me in here to discuss?” You tried to maintain the steadiest voice you could muster, but it still came out uneven.

“Are you saying my theory is incorrect?” He was back in front of you now, the same spot between your legs, the book sat beside your parted thighs.

You hesitated for a second too long with your deliberations--were you to tell him the truth or simply deny it--and settled on repeating yourself. Still, the momentary quiet that came with your indecision made Viktor beam with what you pinpointed as vindication. Surely since you weren’t answering, the answer had to be yes.

“Is this really all you wanted to discuss, Vik? I could be sleeping.”

You expected him to step back then, maybe shrug his shoulders and say yes. Then he’d dismiss you, telling you to sleep well, and the two of you would never talk about what happened again. There’d be some light teasing, sure, but it would’ve been left in the dust. That was the Viktor you knew. But then something tiny, almost unnoticeable, flickered behind his eyes, and it was only then that he started to step back.

The faintest falter in his smile had you reaching after him.

“However, if I am wrong, I do apologize.” He nudged the journal closer to you. “And I fear my observations may have proved rather inappropriate.”

Viktor hadn’t even left the vicinity that was the gap between your legs before you spoke again. Your hand found his arm, and he glanced over your shoulder. It’d been uncertainty. Something you’d seen in him only when he’s working, experimenting, tinkering. It was always pinpointed towards another object or thought. Never when it came to him. And if he’d been wrong about you liking him and it brought the uncertainty to him?

Your eyes locked.

“I do,” you blurted. “I do.”

An eyebrow quirked.

“You do?”

A stalemate. You had no idea if he wanted to kiss you. But it was important for him to know that you wanted to kiss him. That glint was back in his eyes, and that was more than enough to cover the fact that your heart was going to break through your chest any moment. The corners of your mouth twitched as Viktor scanned your face. Whatever he was looking for, he found, you guessed as he faced you once more.

“I want to kiss you, Viktor,” you said breathlessly, nearly combusting from the heat that poured onto your face.

He mimicked the same position he had when you’d first sat on the desk: hands on either side of you, leaning close, head dipped down to your level. His mouth parted, his brows pinched ever so slightly, and his eyes narrowed with suspicion.

“Prove it.”

Prove it…? You blinked up at him. Prove it? He wanted you to prove it. He wanted you to...His jaw tensed into an even sharper line than it usually was as you stared at him. The gears in your head managed to grind to halt at what was the worst possible moment. And then they kicked into overdrive as Viktor’s words repeated in your head and were replaced with kiss him.

Viktor made a small oh as you jerked him forward, fingers curling around his tie, and you swallowed the sound as your mouth met his. The seconds that passed once your mouths touched were composed of too much and too little. It was how soft his lips were that you weren’t getting nearly enough of. How he inhaled sharply and shifted back to adjust his stance. His hand coming up from the desk to your waist and then back down, tentatively moving, unsure of where he wanted it to be.

Snapping back to reality, you cupped his jaw, his hair tickling your forehead, and sighed when he mimicked the action. His hand was soft callouses against your cheek. His words echoed in your mind. I may not be as active as Jayce is with his hammer, but I’m still spending hours tinkering in the lab. It was after he’d cut himself on a particularly sharp piece of metal while experimenting. Jayce was out, and Viktor had trudged over to you in the kitchen down the hall.

“It’s closer than the infirmary and I couldn’t find the emergency kit in the lab. I fear we may have used it up already.”

After playfully berating him for bringing such contamination into a cooking environment, you sat him down and wrapped the wound. It wasn’t deep, nothing that would scar, but it let you draw your fingers over his palm. Smooth yet rough. Years of tinkering and experimenting showed on it. The other even more as he held his cane. Each touch was like a jolt of electricity through your veins. Ones that became more potent with each brushing of skin to the point where it almost hurt to hold his hand. It was a feeling that stuck with you long after. It was one that spread through you from your head all the way down to the tips of your toes, like a galaxy expanding in the dark cosmic space beyond the atmosphere.

It was like that now. As if someone seemed to press unpause and Viktor gasped, and the kiss deepened. Your hand moving to his hair, his nails digging ever so gently into your cheek. Scooting forward on the desk until, when you wrapped your legs around his waist, he was pressed against you. All of you. Only then did you let go of his tie and press your hand flat against his chest. His heart was like a drum beneath your touch. You wanted to peel away the layers and see how it felt with nothing between you and his chest.

Tongues touched, breathing grew heavy, and your mind went blank. The gears that had been turning into overtime now stalled. All that murmured in there was Viktor. Viktor and kissing and finally. A gleeful joy pumped through you at the delayed realization that he was kissing you back. Wholly and with a reciprocated desperation. Like he’d been waiting just as long as you had for this. Like he’d thought it was never going to happen with the same heartbreaking melancholy that slipped into your thoughts every night you thought about him.

The urge to blink away tears came suddenly. And then Viktor tilted your head back and closed an arm around your waist. The tears that snuck down your cheeks weren’t from what wasn’t going to happen, but the feel of what you never thought was going to. Your entire body pressed against Viktor’s, locked at the mouths, with hands grasping at hair and clothing. Nothing was shed, but when the pressure between your legs was becoming too much and you rolled your hips. Viktor’s quiet curse against your lips was like the spotlight on the hardness against you.

Your hand twitched on his chest before it went to fumble with his vest. When there was no protest on his end, you started to undo his tie. He momentarily broke the kiss to fumble with your jacket, pushing it off your shoulders with hands that trembled as yours had hours ago when you’d been trying to finish the cupcakes. Each swipe and drag of the fabric off your shoulders, back, arms was like a teasing reminder of what neither of you could move fast enough to get to.

You rolled your hips once more and Viktor practically hissed out his exhale.

But that wasn’t the only sound that cut through the room.

“Viktor!” Jayce’s familiar voice called from behind the door. “I think I figured out-”

But you didn’t hear the rest. All you could hear was rustling clothes, a few muttered curses from both you and Viktor, and scurried footsteps. You were still panting when you sat down in a chair a few feet from Viktor. Eyeing the book that contained his “notes,” you slid it beneath your arm, out of view from the man who had just opened the laboratory doors. Viktor shot a what are you doing glance before you greeted Jayce. He didn’t bat an eye at your presence.

“I don’t mean to cut out when it sounds like it’s just getting good, but I’ll leave the scientist-talk to the scientists.” You rose, stealing a glance at where Viktor sat with his legs painfully crossed. Excitement flooded you as you left. You stopped at the door and met Viktor’s gaze. “You can finish telling me about your theory later, Vik. Night you two.”

The doors shut with a satisfying thud behind you.

Resisting the urge to make another blog for arcane fics even though I have an elder scrolls and an anime one already.

Lord help. (I just need more arcane x readers. Can the fandom come alive again)

you leave a first impression → sparrow academy [ben]

Warnings: Profanity

Imagine yourself having the powers of an Empath combined with the tracking abilities of Demetri Volturi [Twilight].

Ben || Number Two –– THE SCHEMER

⮕ Ben isn’t used to people staring at him the way your group does. 

⮕ Is he used to star-struck admiration? Yes. Poorly concealed lust. Oh most definitely. 

⮕ Fighting crime in the limelight for years had propelled the Sparrow Academy into celebrityhood overtime, to the point where it felt like they were more commodity than people most days.

⮕ With bus loads of fans gathering at their fence each day, and hoards of women and men throwing themselves at him for almost anything, all Ben had ever known was fan-crazed obsession and shallow affection. 

⮕ So when he sees the mosaic of expressions that aren’t admiration or greed on your group, he’s already on alert:

⮕ The Big Guy and Stubble are wide-eyed at the back, almost slack jawed as the woman with the long coat stumbles back into them.

⮕ She’s quick to school her expression as she shuffles away, but Ben notes the way her hand trembles as her eyes rove over him in disbelief.

⮕ Their reactions has The Monster™ unfurling itself inside his stomach, but Ben ignores the sharp pain that follows in its wake as he turns to the smallest of your group. 

⮕ Their faces are twisted with an expression he can’t quite decipher. It looks like grief, longing, and hope all mixed into one but the look is too fast and too fleeting for him to make sense of anything.

⮕ Short Pants, in particular, brings in his pointed finger into a clenched hand at his side. 

⮕ Sundance, comparatively, looks the most at ease as he holds a hand against his chest with a dramatic flourish. It’s as though he’s already comfortable with what’s going on, comfortable with being in a room with them him, that Ben’s brow furrows.

⮕ In spite of his nonchalance and near-friendliness, he can’t help but think that Sundance’s smile could be bigger–all toothy or some sort of mischievous shit–and that the smile he’s wearing now is half-hearted at best. 

⮕ Of course, it isn’t until he catches you hidden behind Sundance, eyes pinned to the floor that something that feels like desperation reverberates through him as he waits for you to meet his gaze.

⮕ The Monster™ pounds at his stomach lining, begging to be let out. 

⮕By that point, Marcus and the rest of his siblings descend from the second floor, strategically mirroring your own formation as he addresses The Big Guy so Ben forces his attention elsewhere. 

⮕ This shit can wait ‘til after, he decides with a huff. 

⮕ With seven on each side, the confrontation becomes an even standoff. And while it seems the whole situation might come to a peaceful resolution at first, Stubble and Jayme fall into an argument that inevitably kicks things into gear. 

⮕ Ben, naturally, unleashes The Monster™.

⮕ Only, instead of attacking Sundance or Shortstack–being the two closest to him–you side-step into view, now meeting his gaze for the very first time. 

⮕ To his shock? horror? disbelief? The Monster™ stills just before it can tear into your side, stopping only for a few seconds before gently (what?) caressing (the fuck?) your dirt-stained cheek. 

⮕ From behind The Monster™, you stare at its tendrils and at him with a look unlike the others. It makes him feel bare and exposed, vulnerable in all the wrong ways, like he’s a live wire waiting to be put out. The way you look at him… Ben would only describe it as reverence.

⮕ Complete and utter reverence. 

⮕ Eyes wet and mouth trembling, the sharp intake of breath you take as you look at him, really look at him, makes him think back to earlier and how he’d felt a flash of–

⮕ “–I don’t want to hurt you,” he says, the words slipping out before he can bite his tongue. 

⮕ At his words, your expression ripples into something more bitter, something more than words Ben can even come up with and louder than your group as you press your lips into a thin, resigned, line:

⮕ “Too late,” it comes out soft, barely a whisper. But Ben winces as though you’d screeched into his ear.  

⮕ Before he can do anything more, say anything more, you dart around his tendrils and brush a finger against his face. 

⮕ All of a sudden, his limbs grow heavy with fatigue, The Monster™ retreats back into his skin with a harsh slam and the world tilts on its axis.

⮕ White-hot betrayal washes over him as he hits the floor, and as he begins to lose conscious, just on the precept of going under, Ben realises one thing about the sensation as it settles and aches, an open wound:

⮕ The feeling does not belong to him. 

bear witness—viktor x fem!reader warnings/tags; nsfw, 18+, dom/sub dynamics (dom!reader, sub!viktor), he's a little bratty, praise kink, hair pulling, pegging and edging and begging (oh my!) note; listen, I know. first thing I've posted in a while, and it's literally pegging viktor? and to that I say: *throws fic at you and runs away* wc; 4k

stunning art by @arcanescribbles VA accompaniment by @kikorenart, do it, get the full experience. —huge, massive thanks, you guys are fucking phenomenal. ♡

"You're beautiful, you know that?"

Your tone is wistful, melancholic in the way an artist might sound admiring the masterpiece of another, and it directly contradicts the erotic image reflecting back at you through the mirror.

"Everything about you is so...pretty."

Viktor finds the compliments split in equal measure between his chest, and his groin; a lovely fluttering of his heart, and a responding twitch of his cock. Dichotomous, and a pleasant warmth simmers beneath his skin, despite himself.

"In truth, I have never considered myself...pretty." He admits dryly.

You harrumph softly, following the prominent track of his spine down his bare back with your fingers. He arches just slightly inwards, turning his head against the bed to peer back at you sidelong.

"Pretty enough it makes me want to ruin you." You muse, a contemplative smile curving your lips as your fingers ghost further, past his tailbone to the cleft of his backside. "But then again, you could make ruin a thing of beauty, too."

Viktor's breath shudders at your touch, his long, pale fingers curling into the duvet. There's a nervous, jittery energy to him right now, and you suppose you cannot fault him for it, not when considering this night—how it leaps past a line neither of you have crossed.

You are both stripped bare, but that isn't of great importance, not when you know each other's bodies as intimately as you do. What makes this a pivotal moment is the fact that Viktor is pressed face-first into the mattress, the long line of his spine curved just enough to accommodate the stretch of his legs as he kneels on the bed.

You'd taken advantage of the multitude of pillows he hoards, cushioning his bad leg with one, and using two others beneath your own knees, elevating you just enough to level the height difference. He is a bloom of pale skin against the dark sheets, inlaid with the faintest of cerulean veins and flecked with a dusting of well-placed freckles. There's an inherent grace in the way he's situated; feline, almost.

It's a position you're personally familiar with, accompanied with Viktor behind you, driving you into the mattress with steadfast thrusts and reedy moans. He has a tendency to dig crescents into your hips with how he grips you—driven by a carnal passion that hardens the usual tenderness of his touch, and a swoop of excitement carves through you at the prospect of doing the same, to him.

Indeed, it's a sure turnabout—he is waiting for you to return the favor, periodically stealing glances at your reflection through the mirror on the wall before you.

His skin is already blushed pink; his eyes pre-emptively lust-heavy, and it's almost hard to believe the sly coercion it took to get him to this point. But, despite his initial hesitance, you saw in Viktor's eyes the answer before he'd even given it—he wanted to please you, and if witnessing himself in the throes of passion was what you wanted, then he will give it to you.

Or, more aptly put, you will be giving it to him.

A smile presses the corners of your mouth at the thought.

"Is that what you wish to see?" Viktor asks with a tone of sarcasm, but he's betrayed by the breathy quality in his throat, "to see me ruined?"

"In a sense, yes." You answer listlessly, sweeping your thumb over his hole with a casualness that belies the palpable tension in the air. You marvel and smile at the way he pushes back and gasps—you're beginning to think his reluctance was simply a front. "But I want you to see, too. See what I see."

"Right now, all I see is you teasing me." You glance once more at the mirror, and yes, he is watching you; rapt, his cheek pressed against the bed, the angles of his face framed with wild chestnut curls. He looks exceptionally delectable. "Am I to be reduced to begging?"

Your heart does a little pirouette in your chest at that.

He's edging impatient, and you know him well enough that that brazen, sharp tone of his is rooted in something far more akin to anxiety than bravado. You would drag the moment out more, just to redeem the promise of him literally begging you to fuck him, but you're not that cruel.

No, he's already giving you everything, placing his body and his pleasure in your hands with the trust that you would cherish and not abuse him—not yet, at least. Not until he asks for that, and you're very nearly positive that he will.

"I'm not opposed to hearing you beg." You say playfully, removing your hand from him to sweep up a bottle of lubricant from beside you. The sound of the container opening makes Viktor visibly jump; you reach out and place a placating hand on his lower back.

"For more..." you lean in conspiratorially, "and potentially, for mercy."

"I never knew you to be so deviant." Viktor exhales, "should I be worried?"

Tilting the bottle, you slant your attention back to him, catching his keen gaze. You smile sweetly, as though assuring him when he tenses up at the cold, viscous liquid drizzling onto his backside. How you can actually discern the blush on his face darkening stirs up your own arousal, a rising thrum between your thighs.

"Of course not." You say easily, capping the bottle and placing it aside. "You trust me, don't you?"

Letting your fingers glide down once more, wetted and slick now, you rub broad circles around him, avoiding direct pressure as your other hand smooths down the back of his now trembling thigh.

Viktor clutches the bedspread, a bracing motion, "yes. I trust you. I would not have agreed to this, o-otherwi—ahh," his mouth suddenly drops, that sharp diction of his scrambled as you tighten the spiral of your fingers to press directly against him.

"O-Oh, that is...that...hnn—" His words dissipate in the air as you apply more pressure, your forefinger threatening to push past that tight ring of muscle entirely—he tenses in response.

"What, Viktor?" Your tone is saccharine, and you want to look once more to the mirror, to ensure that he's watching himself, to bask in the vision of him debauched yourself, but you don't. You push your wants aside, and you focus on the small twitches of his legs instead; the discomforted bend of his back, which you soothe with a gentle palm against his lower spine; and the stretch when you carefully, steadily, push a single finger inside him, "tell me what it is."

Viktor's voice catches in his throat, the sound of his nails burrowing into the bed a whisper beneath the response he chokes out as you push deeper. "S-Strange."

"In what context? Good, bad?" You query, pushing and pulling gently now, easing the incredible tightness of him open with patient, tender movements.

"You e-expect semantics from me—mmmh—right n-now?" He trips over his words with incredulity; but you know him, perhaps more than himself in this instance, in that he will benefit from a distraction.

"I expect you to tell me what is too much, and what is not enough." You supply gently, feeling confident in the thrusting you've built up to, to sneak a glance at him through the mirror.

His brows are furrowed, eyes screwed tight against the intrusion; or perhaps against the raw exposure of seeing himself in such a vulnerable state. There's a sheen of sweat building on his forehead, hells, his entire body, and you think he might not be capable of forming an answer, when suddenly, he forces one out.

"Both—it's both."

"Do you want to stop?" Gentle, but direct. You punctuate the question with the addition of a second finger, pressing it against him each time you sink into the velvet heat of him.

Viktor replies with a short, forceful exhale and a single word: "no." and it rings of that staunch determination reserved for nights when he is far too invested in a project to back down.

"Do you want more?" You ask, despite already knowing the answer.

You want to hear him say it; you need to know that he wants this.

"...yes."

It's just above a whisper, but there is conviction there, and trust runs both ways in that you know he wouldn't have said so, if he didn't mean it. So, you give him more. You ease in your middle-finger alongside your index, slow in a way that avoids agony, but still torturous if Viktor's reaction is evidence enough: breath catching in his chest, stilted and strangled as his entire frame draws rigid with tension; from his blanched knuckles fisting the bedspread, to his toes curling into the soles of his feet.

When your knuckles are pressed flush against him, fingers buried deep, you mercifully still and let him adjust. He's vise-tight around you, his baited breath finally releasing with choked out groan.

"Are you okay?" Eyeing him carefully, you use your free hand to smooth out the tremors that rattle him, caressing from his thigh, over the round of his ass, to his spine and then back down.

Viktor swallows thickly, "t-that is a rather tedious question to ask, when you are...inside me." He sounds ruffled; you can't help but smirk.

"You don't seem to hold that opinion when the roles are reversed." You lob out playfully, to which Viktor clenches around your fingers with a stifled noise, "I'm going to move, now."

"Yes—please, I insist." He grits out, and manages to sound believably testy while he's at it.

You want to strip those vestiges of his ego away; piece him apart with the same deft precision he employs with you, until he's rendered to a blissed-out variation of himself—a man he will not recognize when he looks in the mirror.

Curl your fingers, pull them back, push them forward, spread them—

Viktor vocalizes his rapidly fraying thought process with a series of breathy noises, spilling through his grit teeth, low and husky tones that pitch infrequently to something dangerously piteous when you actively begin searching for that one spot you know will crack his resolve right down the middle.

Flicking your gaze to the mirror, you feel a glowing pride when the knot of his brow loosens, arching with repose, and the tight clench of his jaw slacks enough that his breath no longer comes out in pained hisses, but open-mouthed pants.

"Viktor," you call softly, heat stippling your own cheeks at the obscene, wet clicking that coincides with the now steady thrust of your fingers, "look at yourself."

Contrary to being the one pleasuring him, you feel a bit like a voyeur when his eyes crack open to slits, glassed with a haze of debauchery as he stares at his reflected counterpart. He doesn't look away like you half-expected him to; he lets out a soft moan, and he clenches tighter around your fingers.

"See how pretty you are?" It comes out as a statement more than a question, one that Viktor cannot possibly refute; personal bias be damned, he looks like an erotic vision. "And you're doing so well, too—you're being so good."

He moans, tightens, and rocks his slender hips back against your hand, seeking more from you, and whether that be those walls of his crumbling to pieces, or simply a baser lust that muddles his ever-intricate mind, you cannot be certain—you give him more, regardless.

You glide your hand to the cusp of his hip, digging your fingers into him right above the jutting bone with your thumb pressed into his lower back, and you push deep, pivot your wrist, hone in on a part of him that has never been touched by anyone before.

He gasps loud enough it pierces through the room, so cuttingly sharp and shocked, you're momentarily worried you might have hurt him.

But then Viktor starts pushing back against you with purpose, and you seek him out in the mirror through instinct, see that his face is awash with arousal-tinged rose; twisted with that unmistakable iteration of pleasure that looks like something akin to agony when he wears it.

"P-Právě tam—a-ano—yes, t-there—"

A full body flourish of goosebumps prickles your skin at the sound of him, at the way he falls into the familiarity of his mother tongue in concert to the foreign, intense pleasure you can only imagine is spiking through him.

You let your hand on his hip glide further, along the taut plane of his lower stomach to seek the hard, throbbing heat of his cock between his legs, leaning over him carefully while wrapping your deft fingers around the base of him. He's close, and the sob of a noise that escapes him when you give a single, loose-fisted pump of his length is enough to tug you down with him—

but you let go instead, slow your movements to a crawl, and you nearly feel remorseful at the way Viktor hisses out a string of foreign swears, rolling his head and pressing his face into the mattress to muffle the frustrated groan he gives.

You soothe him with a kiss to his sweat-dampened back, easing your fingers out of him as you settle back onto your haunches behind him. "Not yet, Viktor. I promise, it'll be worth it."

Viktor's still chasing down his breath, visibly trembling as he turns his head enough that his eyes pierce into yours through the mirror.

He replies with an intense urgency that darkens his gaze further, "then please, do not torture me any longer, and fuck me," and his tone is stripped down now; vulnerable and shaken and desperate.

It's everything you wanted to hear, and anticipation is a hungry beast within you, clawing at your insides, because you know that this is just the beginning; you can hardly wait to watch him fall apart, completely.

You make quick work of shimmying into the contraption that had sat beside you during this entire exchange; like a trophy earned for patience—silicone and veined, with a girth and length that rivals that of the man eager to take it before you.

Viktor watches your movements through the mirror, shifting and positioning himself, hissing under his breath at the ache in his joints, but refusing to complain about it. The simple action is more telling than anything he could ever say—he wants this, he wants you to ruin him, he wants to see.

"Eyes on yourself, Viktor." You remind him, sweetly, and he promptly does as such, not daring to look away as you press the lubricated tip against him. "And do tell me if it's too much."

He cants his hips back in lieu of a response; you smile fondly and take hold of his waist with one hand, the other steadying the length of the toy. Your attention is split between wanting to see his expression, and gently easing the tip inside him, stretching him in a way that your fingers could never replicate.

Viktor sucks in a hearty breath, ostensibly holding it as you sink into him; a quick glance upwards, and you can see the vigor with which he grips the sheets, the tension that pulls the muscles in his arms taught, the discomforted expression on his face; pained, concentrated, dazed, a stunning amalgamation of them all—and not once does he look away from himself.

"Almost there," you breathe, "gods, Viktor...you're so beautiful."

Viktor exhales with a punched-out sigh that pitches on a whine, and that sound tangles up in his mouth when you sink the last few inches inside him on a quick stroke; the cradle of your hips flush against him, now. He writhes at the sensation, dragging his hands across the bed to brace them palm flat, as though readying to push himself up.

"Please," he gasps out, "I need you to...need you to move."

The temptation to note that he is, in fact, begging you to fuck him scratches behind your teeth; you revel in it with a private smile instead, and indulge in your earlier fantasy of grabbing Viktor by the hips, and fucking him tenderly into the mattress.

It's a patient process, but the fruits of labor are dipped in the gold of Viktor's gaze: peering back at himself, at you, at the obscene portrait you two paint with a look that resonates awe. He is enthralled, beyond the rattled moans and the cracked sighs and the heat of arousal that colors him in hues of vermillion, Viktor cannot seem to look away from your reflected counterparts.

"You..." Viktor tries to speak, but you've managed to pick up a relatively steady pace, scattering his thought process like papers in the wind, "feel...good, yes—hnn,"

You hum, pleased, relinquishing his hip in favor of tracing the prominent notches of his spine. You fingers stop occasionally in their trek, tracing absent circles around the smattering of freckles you can reach; feeling the shift and roll of lithe muscle under his ivory skin with each forward thrust of your hips.

Following the graceful line of his body upwards, you catch his reflection, his gaze flicking to you through the heavy fan of his lashes.

The shuddering breath he gives, coupled with the blissed-out smile that curves his mouth just so, is all the go-ahead you need. You shift, changing the angle a fraction that is monumental, and you push forward, hard.

It has the desired effect.

His breath catches like you've shoved all the air from his lungs, raw pleasure contorting the twist of his brow and the wide part of his lips, "yes, that," he hisses sharply, "do that again—fuck me harder."

The urgency in his tone lances through you, "mirror," you breathe, and it's like an afterthought, your brain suddenly misfiring with the way Viktor sewed together pain and pleasure so seamlessly, as though it's a normality.

You've never heard him talk like that—but then again, you've never done this before.

Scintillas of excitement flutter inside you, and you dare to smooth your hand further up, gliding between the blades of his damp shoulders, sinking into the soft hair at the back of his head.

"I want you to watch yourself cum." You state, firm as you can, but it's difficult to keep any semblance of composure with the way he looks right now.

"I will," he sounds nearly servile, like making a promise in the face of a god, "for you, I will."

"No," you give a neat tug of his hair, testing, arching his head back enough to expose the long, pale line of his throat; the notch of his Adam's apple bobs when you assert: "for you."

Viktor moans, loud, unabashed and telling, and you pull his hair harder in response, back the stuttering piston of your hips with enough force that his legs shake; that your movements are punctuated with the obscene smack of skin, against skin.

As though following the tension of your fingers in his hair, pliant and eager, Viktor pushes himself up onto his hands with trembling arms, curving his back in a way that cannot possibly be comfortable for him, but differentiating the grimace on his face—pain, pleasure, quite possibly both—is even harder.

"Víc, prosím," he groans, and quickly tacks on, "m-more, please—"

The way his voice cracks is a clear indication that he's close, his gaze lust-laden and fixated upon himself through half-mast lids. With his hair in the steel-grip of your fist, a nearly opaque blush dusting his cheeks and a sheen of sweat on his brow, he looks nothing shy of sinful.

"Tell me what you see." You prompt him with a breathlessness derived from just this—being the one to do this to him, to bear witness to him in a moment so cuttingly vulnerable—and you hastily, perhaps a touch clumsily with the adrenaline that sings in your veins, reach around his narrow waist once more. "C'mon, Vik..."

"I...I am—ah!" He's cut short when you envelope him in your soft, sweat-slick palm, his hips bucking forward and nearly offsetting your rhythm. You pull his hair again, harder this time to drag his head back up to a point he can't look away from himself.

"I'm c-close," he gasps hotly, his mouth perpetually open to let spill the choppy, staccato moans that reverberate in his chest. "Can't...I..."

"Do you see, now?" You tighten your fist on the upstroke, smear your fingers over the wet tip of his cock, drag the slick down and repeat, adding another chord of pleasure to the lewd cacophony, "do you see how fucking pretty you are, Viktor?"

"Yes, yes, yes—!"

He stalls out; like the nerves in his body have all short-circuited, all at once, his voice streamlining into a strangled groan as he falls into his release.

You feel his cock pulse heavily in your hand, see the rush of pleasure hit him in the way his face twists; brows drawn tight, mouth dropped open, eyes barely a sliver beneath the heavy weight of his lashes. He cums hard, spilling over your hand as the lithe frame of his body stiffens and shakes, like the pleasure permeates him down to his bones.

Rocking against him gently, you lull your movements with a steady wind-down, coaxing him down from his high gradually until his sounds of pleasure tinge with a whine of discomfort. Viktor's head drops between the shelf of his shoulders, clearly spent and exhausted to the point he can barely hold himself up.

You loosen your grip in his hair, comb your fingers through the tousled mess in a soothing gesture as his torso follows suit; dropping down with stilted breath that echoes pleasure in low, rolling rasps.

"You were amazing, Viktor." You whisper, tenderly easing out of him with a caressing hand on his lower back. "So good for me."

He exhales shakily at the sensation; you quickly rid yourself of the contraption, smiling fondly when he rolls, and still with that ingrained poise of his, onto his back.

With a fluidity that is enrapturing, Viktor stretches his arms above his head, pulls the length of his body in a way that pushes his ribs out, accentuates the jut of his hips; the coiled, sinewy muscle in his thighs; and then he drops back down with a heavy, shuddering exhale that rings of finality.

His hair splays in a crown of wild curls, sticking to his forehead and temples as he finds a steady rhythm in his lungs; eyes closed, mouth open, highlighted with a glean of sweat and mottles of residual heat against his cheeks, throat, and chest...he looks, to be candid, entirely fucked out.

But there's a sense of tranquil bliss about him right now, one that has become increasingly rare as the days pass, and you're not entirely ready to break the trance with words. You move carefully to his side, fitting in the space there with ease: slithering your leg over his left, laying your arm across his now-steadily rising and falling chest, and placing your head on the hard plane of his sternum.

His heart beats against your ear. With a contented hum that rattles in his chest, he lazily drags his hand through your hair, coaxing a smile to your lips.

You can't help it, you need to ask: "did you like what you saw?"

Viktor huffs out a laugh through his nose, "what was it that you said? That I could make ruin a thing of beauty?"

You blush, turning your head to press your face against his warm chest. "It's true. I wanted you to see it...how you look."

He curls his fingers in your hair, softly tugs in a silent beckoning, and you follow the movement, lift your head and square your gaze with his; his eyes are softened with an ardor like that of adoration.

"If so...I will say that you ruin me, entirely."

Before we start I want you guys to see these amazing High noon! Viktor fan designs that have made me absolutely foam at the mouth. I am going FERAL

Link to first art: Link here

Link to second art: Link here

They really inspired me to write and I might even make my own design! I'm so excited!

High noon

🍋 NSFW

Pairing: High noon! Viktor X reader

AFAB body but no pronouns or set gender

Warning: lasso bondage, slight temp play, Marking, man-handling, spanking, slight predator/prey, harsh degrading, angry sex (he's mad, you're down bad) and creampie

miláčku = darling

"What's a pretty little thing like you, doing in a place like this?"

You only spared him a glance. Taking another gulp of your scotch as his smirk turned into a twitching scrawl.

"Oi, you ignoring me, Darlin'?! That's mighty rude of ya."

The bartender made eye contact with you. Both of you silently sharing a knowing look as his temper only rose. Meanwhile, you just finished your drink leaving only the smallest bit inside.

The man grabbed your wrist, forcing you to turn your attention to him. You stood up with a frown. Smashing the glass to his head as you yanked your wrist away.

"Don't fucking touch me!"

As he tried to gather his bearings, you turned to the bartender. Tapping two silver coins as you slid them towards her.

"Another scotch." You slid another piece just for good measure. "For the glass."

You sent her a quick wink before turning back to the guy. Before he could even stumble to his next attack, a prosthetic hand gripped his arm tightly. The man's heart sank as he recognised the robotic face.

"Doc-! Please-!"

That was all he could muster out before he was knocked out cold with a hard thud. His head smashed into the counter with the perfect amount of force.

You brushed yourself off, a smile reaching your ears as you looked up to your saviour. Only to freeze as you looked upon him.

"If you'll excuse me." Was all he said as he threw the man over his shoulder.

Before he merged into the stiff crowd of the bar. He turned to you; looking at you over his shoulder as a large cloud of smoke poured from his mask.

"I'd run if I were you." His voice was empty. Not a single ounce of emotion could be heard but you felt in your heart. He was grinning. After all, he'd collect two bounties in one night.

He didn't have to tell you twice. You grabbed your coat and dashed to the back doors. You knew it wouldn't be long before he was chasing after you. It was always like this.

Ever since he came to collect you there's been this game of cat and mouse. You would always escape his cold clutches just in time. Luck on your side as you escaped the fate that awaited for you. You'd be a fool if you didn't notice he'd start 'miscalculating' your next move. Missing the perfect shot. Slowing down just enough to give you enough time to disappear.

Doctor Viktor was no ordinary Doctor. Nor an ordinary man. He was the bounty hunter for Renata Glasc. The biggest crime boss in Zaun. Rumour had it they had a deal going on - he collected her bounties and she funded his projects.

Those damn projects. That what you were gonna be if he ever caught you. You've heard the stories. Jars of organs and limbs stored away as he took the souls of the poor bounties he hunted.

You shivered at the thought. But yet, there was a small part of you found this whole chase exciting. Leaving you breathless as you traced any marks or bruises he left on you. Sinking into the sweet adrenaline as your legs moved faster and faster. Intoxicated with ever encounter.

As if sensing your thoughts. Viktor appeared from the shadows, his boots clanked as he locked you in his sights.

You dashed through the nearest window. He was hot on your tail as you both ran through the wooden hall. People's screams echoed as leapt from tables. Swinging from the old chandelier, just missing his lasso. You stumbled to the ground as you ran out the back.

Your shoes skidded along the dirt as you tried to find your horse. But she wasn't anywhere you could see. You let out a loud whistle but even then you couldn't hear a thing.

A scream was ripped from your throat as you fell to the ground. Tight rope wrapped around your bust before you were dragged towards him. Dust and rocks smacking against any exposed skin as you skidded. Staring up at him whilst he stared you down.

"You caught me again, Doctor - who would of guessed."

You kicked at his knee. He let out a pained grunt as he fell on one leg. Your leg wrapped around his, using all your weight as he was on the floor and you sat on his waist.

"But you're not getting me, this time." You grinned.

His third arm reached out for you. Snapping at you like snake. You leaned back enough it grabbed the rope instead. You were pulled forward suddenly causing you to lose balance, gasping as you felt something hard against you.

"You were saying?" He mocked.

But you didn't let that stop you. You shifted your arms pulling back as hard as you could as the claw pulled the rope towards him. Leaving you almost free but of course, he was always steps ahead. The rope tightened around your wrists. Now bound by them.

You huffed. Glaring down at him as you tried to pry away from the rope.

Suddenly, you were being thrown over his shoulder. You let out a yelp as you smacked against his armour. How did this even happen?! Viktor trudged through the bustling town, finding his destination easily.

You recognized this place. It was a bar upstairs but a brothel downstairs. You could feel your cheeks glow as you rubbed your thighs together. Was he really going to do this?

He ignored the looks he received as he handed 4 coins to a lady at the bar.

"How generous! Please, follow me!"

She took him downstairs, past the busy rooms and ladies waiting outside them.

"just the one? I can bring you one of my girls, free of charge."

"Just the one."

Her smile strained but she allowed him to step inside without any issues. You waved at her before the door was slammed shut. The door had an automatic lock. How fancy.

You were chucked onto the bed. Arms Infront of you still bound. He stalked towards you as more smoke hissed out from his mask.

"Two month's."

You knew exactly where this was going. You bit your lip as you tried to hold back your grin.

"You were gone for two months."

"Aww, what? You miss me?"

He grabbed your legs, pulling you towards him as he lined his crotch against yours. You shivered as you felt it press exactly where you wanted it.

He kept you there. Just glaring down at you. You squirmed under his gaze, grinding against him. Trying to get a reaction out of him but he just stood.

"Too nervous to go through with your plan, Doc?"

"Far from it." He threw off your boots with one quick motion before going for your pants.

You fell from his grasp as you tried to adjust your hips, landing on your side as he yanked your clothes off. He pushed you to your knees where you were left with your ass in the air. Legs spread.

A single clawed finger dragged along your underwear. You moved against it as he traced over your throbbing sex. Your back arched further as he pulled the rope around your wrists. You let out as gasp as your face was forced further into the bed.

The cool air hitting your exposed skin as he ripped your underwear off you. Literally.

"Hey! I got those recently-!"

Your words were muffled but you knew he could hear you. A deep chuckle coming from him. It went straight to your core. His voice was your biggest weakness. A thick accent that made you melt.

"You're wet." He pointed out. Spreading your ass and thighs to get a better look.

You squealed as you felt the hot smoke from his mask hiss against your folds. One hand was metal, cool against you whilst the other had a nice warm leather. The two different temperatures left your skin tingling as the palm of his metal hand grew hotter.

Viktor stood up straighter, still using one hand to spread you open. Whilst the other hand suddenly smacked your ass. The hot palm leaving a more prominent red mark. You moaned as he massaged the sore spot.

"How many can you handle?"

It took you a moment to figure out what he meant. You shifted your head slightly so he could hear you better.

"Five." You muttered weakly, feeling embarrassed at the low number.

"Count to ten."

You didn't even get to protest as he struck you again. You let out a surprised 'one'. He just tutted. You could see him shaking his head. Another deep chuckle leaving him.

"This is the second slap, miláčku." He spanked your ass again. "I thought you were smart."

"T-Three!"

There were only a few moments before he slapped you. Massaging and rubbing the red hand print in between as he hummed in approval. By seven you were a sniffling mess. You felt too sensitive to take anymore. Squirming underneath his touch as you twitched. Tears blurring your vision as you let another moan.

"Viktor.... please..."

"Just three more to go, you can do it."

This time his strike was more gentle. His palm cooling down. Giving you more time to rest as he soothed you. Your legs were shaking as you felt your own slick on your thighs. Mewling as his gloved thumb rubbed your wet folds. Pressing against your hole.

"Nine!"

Another slap. His clawed third arm reached under his shoulder. Taking his gloved hands place as he inserted two fingers into your soaked cunt.

Curling his fingers deep as he thrusted them in. Soothing you once again as he stretched you open. The wet squealching only adding to the overwhelming situation.

"Ten-!"

Your cheeks turned to fire as you twitched. Cumming around his fingers you let out string of whimpers. He took out his fingers once your high died, wiping your juices on your skin.

His hands glided across your hips as he slowly slid you down. You lazily flopped, laying on your stomach as you looked at him over your shoulder. Viktor unbuckled his pants, pulling it out of the loops with a snap.

You flinched at the noise as you clenched around nothing. He pulled his pants just enough to free himself. Giving himself slow pumps of his cock as he looked down at you.

"All this running just for you to let me take you." He crawled onto the bed, tucking his legs under yours.

You never took much notice of it before but it became more apparent to you as you felt it press against your weak legs. His right leg was a prosthetic from the knee down. You began to wonder what else was augmented.

You were flipped on your back, your bottom half propped up on his lap meanwhile the rest was on the pillows. The doctor grabbed your hips, lining your sex up to his cock before pushing in. He grunted as he had to ease in, doing slow small thrusts until he could fully slip in. Bottoming out with a hard thrust forward.

"Vik-"

You were immediately silenced as he pounded into you. He pulled the rope, forcing you to sit up as your faces became eye level. Steam blowing onto your face.

You huffed, forcing back your moans as you roughly grabbed his mask. His hat falling off in your pursuit making it easier for you. His mask was off with one rough tug. His expression was stiff; only his eyes widening as you finally could see each other.

He cheeks were replaced with metal, his teeth exposed and now a burning orange. It was as if he had hot metal for teeth. His eyes were vibrant. Matching the glow of his mouth. Golden eyes with flickers of purple staring down at you.

Signs of aging already appearing as he had heavier bags under his eyes. Already getting light wrinkles from frowning. A patch of silver was noticeably in the wild main that were his brown locks.

Two moles on his face drew your attention. One right under his eye and the other was above his lip.

He was so pretty.

You were brought back to reality as he moved your hips in time with his. Having much more force now as he began to snarl. His lips crashing onto yours as he hungrily delved his tongue into your mouth. Keeping you pressed to his chest by the rope his third arm was now holding.

You were practically a rag doll in his hands. Letting him do as he pleases as he fucked you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, forcing him in deeper. He groaned into your mouth as he laid you down. Keeping his lips on yours as he didn't stop his brutal pace.

He hovered over you. Disgust in his eyes as he bared his teeth at you.

"Is this all you want? To get fucked?"

"Yes-!" You cried out. Arching your back as your eyes rolled back. His cock hitting your g-spot.

"Making me search for you." He gritted his teeth. Pulling you with him as he sat up. Moving your legs over his shoulders. Hitting new places as stayed relentless. Not giving you a single moment to breathe.

"Just for you to be sitting at bars, waiting."

You grabbed at the robotic arm keeping you up right. Trying to find anything to ground yourself as you were left seeing stars.

"Waiting to get filled like a common whore."

'yes' spilled off your lips. You couldn't think. All you could focus on was the immense amount of pleasure. Barely able to process what he was saying as you screamed out.

"perhaps I should leave you here, you'd fit right in."

You quickly shook your head. He raised a thick brow. Going to retort but you beat him to it.

"Only you--! I want only you!"

It was true. Ever since he first fucked you, you couldn't find anyone who'd filled you up like he did. Either too gentle. Too rough. Not long enough. Not thick enough.

It wasn't him. You needed him.

He bit his lip. Trying to hide his expressions as his pace grew sloppy. You knew exactly what this meant. His breath hitching as his grip on your hips grew tighter.

"cum- please cum-! Cum inside me! Please!" You chanted, breathless.

"Chystám se tě naplnit, miláčku. " Im going to fill you up, darling

His eyes rolled back as he spilled into your cunt. You clenched around him. Trying to squeeze every last drop out of him. He shivered as you grinded against him. Moving your hips as he slowed down his thrusts.

He leg go off rope, your arms falling to your chest. Viktor moved your legs to his waist before falling forward. Keeping himself inside you as he pulled something from his pocket.

"Your debt was paid." He put a small but heavy bag into your palms.

Your mind was too blissed out to even know what he was saying. He cupped your cheek as he searched your dazed expression.

"No more running."

He left you with one last kiss. Slipping out causing you to whine. Feeling empty as his cum dripped out.

You faded in and out. The next thing you knew you were dressed again. Being hugged to his chest as he sat in the back of his wagon. A giant robot driving you both into the distance.

Your debt was paid. You're safe.

You smiled as you leaned more into him. Looking up at him as you let out a small whisper. "thank you." Before you finally let yourself sleep.

An additional star | Jayce x f!Reader x Viktor

One shot | 18+, minors do not interact | 13k+ words

Summary: After your shower, you were tempted to change into comfy lounge wear to greet a night of full rest. Emphasis on tempted.

Something was sitting at the back of your mind. Not quite sitting, but it was just there, lingering and asking you in a clear, loud voice when it was going to be addressed. You were reminded of it, every time you saw a rounded abdomen, a puppy walking clumsily on its paws, a baby with fat and chubby cheeks laughing at the way a butterfly landed on their nose. You yearned for it, and your chest ached with how much you wanted it. A baby. Your own little star, their gaze shining with genuine wonder for what this world had to offer, its mysteries and secrets.

Or alternatively titled: Jayce and Viktor said that Reader looks very submissive and breedable.

Tags: Established poly relationship, double PinV (yes two dicks), heavy on the breeding kink, a little of manhandling, author is a non-native English speaker so please forgive any weird phrasing and grammar mistakes

Author's Note: Author is trying to cope with a strong baby fever by writing fanfiction about the blorbos. Also again, English is not my first language so forgive any weird phrasing <3 Is this any good? Idk, but I really hope you enjoy this <3 or at least I hope this wasn't written in a cringe way djnvkcsdnvks, because I'm not very experienced with writing smut

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A chilly breeze of the cold winter air awoke you around evening, if the dying sliver of orange covered by a dark blue was any indication. The beautiful royal blue fell over a tiny string of warm tones like a fabric, draped over the city and covering the tall, golden and white buildings of Piltover, like it was kissing the city goodnight. The city lights greeted you, welcoming you back into the world of the living after a warm nap. Enveloped in the softness, the warmth, and the fluffiness of the king-sized bed you usually shared each night in the company of your husbands, Jayce and Viktor. Perfect for this season, when the holidays inevitably came to the streets and covered the cobblestone of the alleys in a thin veil of frost, and the windows became fogged in a contrast between the outside cold and Piltovian’s homes’ coziness.

You glanced at the clock and saw its numbers read 7:02 PM, realizing Viktor and Jayce were probably an hour away from coming home, give or take. They sometimes reminded you of the sun and the moon; Jayce, brash, hot-blooded, warm smiles, tanned skin kissed by the rays falling from the sky. People often basked in his presence, and you couldn’t remember an instance when he wasn’t noticed, admired, worshiped by some, always bringing joy and mirth to those who basked in his sole presence. Meanwhile, Viktor reminded you of the moon, not only in the way he gracefully carried himself, but also his pale skin was reminiscent of the moon itself. People regarded him as cold, but to the ones that paid close attention and opened their eyes he was gentle. His presence a constant, hopeful reminder that there would always be good and gentleness in the dark of the night, in the darkness that could sometimes envelop this world. You could sometimes feel like you were wrapped around them, in your own universe that they kindly shared with you.

Sometime in the past, they used to stay up late in their lab until the darkened circles and bags under their eyes told you their bodies had already given up. They passed out on their desks or the couch they bought specifically for all-nighters, or any surface inside the lab. And you used to go and stay there with them until they decided to wrap up and go to sleep at insane hours, when the moon hung from the sky like a pendant from the chain of a silver necklace, vigilante of everyone’s dreams and secrets told in the silence of the nighttime. They either followed you into your Academy dormitory, crammed in the little space of your double sized bed. Or alternatively, you passed out on the couch, lulled by the sound of chalk tapping the blackboard or sparks from iron being welded. Like they were a gentle song murmured near the shell of your ear, the comfort feeling as familiar as your own home.

However, that hectic timetable changed for the better after your wedding, when they started to come home at reasonable hours and smiling at you, exhausted but smiling and grinning because they reached another breakthrough. Or angry at someone from the council because they weren’t working exactly for the council’s best interests. Or frustrated by one of the many businessmen wanting to sponsor them for their own benefits. Two years later, their regular coming home hour was 8 PM. Not very early in hindsight, but it was better, much better than before. Coming home later than most people, but this time to a warm meal and a hot shower was way better than completely forgetting to eat and smelling from not bathing for a couple of days, with hands trembling by the ungodly amount of caffeine they consumed and their thoughts barely making any sense, nearing exhaustion. You hoped that with time and age, they could reach a reasonable 7 PM or (hopefully) 6 PM, or else you would be old and gray having to drag two elderly men out of their labs to receive a little sunlight and their old-age vitamins.

You realized you didn't have much time left, regardless you were determined to cook a nice if rather quick dinner. First you cut up some potatoes and carrots into cubes, then the pork was chopped into pieces, and you put all of these on a pot to boil, adding a few spices and the secret ingredient: a bottle of dark beer directly into the boiling broth. Then you made sure there was cold lemonade in the ice box for Jayce and you, as you both liked to enjoy a bottle after a hard day of work.

Leaving the stew to simmer, you decided to take a shower before your husbands came home, taking some time to wash off the scent of antiseptic and alcohol from your hair and your skin, from being in the hospital all day. You felt a sense of accomplishment every time you could save a life or even help into bringing a new one into this world safely, just like today. And you felt giddy and ready to enjoy the weekend with your lovers (who could have thought you could persuade them into resting on weekends!).

After your shower, you were tempted to change into comfy lounge wear to greet a night of full rest. Emphasis on tempted.

Something was sitting at the back of your mind. Not quite sitting, but it was just there, lingering and asking you in a clear, loud voice when it was going to be addressed. You were reminded of it, every time you saw a rounded abdomen, a puppy walking clumsily on its paws, a baby with fat and chubby cheeks laughing at the way a butterfly landed on their nose. You yearned for it, and your chest ached with how much you wanted it. A baby. Your own little star, their gaze shining with genuine wonder for what this world had to offer, its mysteries and secrets.

You already knew you wanted to have children since your early twenties, but once you got into a relationship with both Viktor and Jayce, you knew you would have them sometime. The answer that came from three mouths was 'Yes, just later'. When you were almost sure that later would come to you, many things happened around you and almost ended your aspirations of spending the rest of your days with the loves of your life. Almost destroying your own little microcosm. Almost.

Sometime after Viktor turned 31 things took a turn for the worse. He collapsed due to his illness and his prognosis was fatal, terminal, his days counted and your happy days with him suddenly had an expiration date embedded on them. Like he was a star, and suddenly he was shooting out of orbit and rapidly crashing onto the ground with no way to lessen the impact. On his side, Jayce was suffering from an almost mental collapse from his imposed position as a councilor, quite literally losing his sanity and his own identity in the process. Both of them were exhausted, snappy, prone to outbursts and even more prone to making mistakes, a concept seemingly almost alien considering who they were. Dark, tormenting clouds covering the sun, and the shine of the moon nowhere to be seen, for it was not a full, but a new moon. The tensions escalated when their assistant, Sky Young, was almost killed in an accident in the lab, saving herself and Viktor but losing an arm in the process. Jayce fought tooth and nail for Viktor to be able to experiment and find something, something, so he wouldn't be taken away from you two so early, so soon, before you could even manage to see them grow, surpass their own past selves, make the world a better place and be happily grinning in the process… Tear up and cry upon seeing you walking down in a white dress and holding a bouquet. But against all odds, a few years later you were able to witness Jayce sobbing when Viktor recited his vows (and Caitlyn making fun of him afterwards for it).

And Viktor did find a way to keep on living beside you two, just not an orthodox one. Augmentation was the desperate measure he had to take. Sure, Zaunite people were known for augmentation, alteration, or plain replacement on arms, hands, legs, jaws, or even ribs, but never the kind of modification he did on himself: he was the first known man to ever augment internal organs such as a new set of lungs and augmentation to aid his heart, inspired by common Zaunite modifications and his own work while he was ailing people after a chem-spill. You still remember having to sneak supplies into his lab in Zaun for weeks while both Jayce and Viktor recovered from that horrid attack from a missile at the council, and then helping in performing a very experimental, very risky and very illegal (at the time) surgery in the middle of the night. Your memories began to drift back to that night you and Viktor said goodbye to Jayce: the sky was full of stars, but it didn’t feel reassuring in any sense. Somehow feeling as if the sky was crying with you, weeping sorrowfully, the shimmers in the nighttime dome reminiscent of your own tears staining your cheeks. Both men tried to hide their own tears and regain composure, while they promised they would see each other again. The look Jayce gave you after kissing your forehead was one of 'please take care of him, please help him come back to us'. And you did, after more than fourteen hours of surgery where you tried to think with a cold head and hoped, prayed to every God and every planet that everything turned out fine upon Viktor's recovery. And when the lungs worked, you weren't sure you had the guts to help Viktor open his own chest and augment his own heart, but against all odds you had what it took and the ail fucking worked, against all odds too, and you remembered watching Viktor's vitals thinking the three of you were unstoppable, that you could eat the world in one bite if you so desired, that the moon, the stars, the sun, clouds, entire galaxies and black holes would kneel at your feet, nor fearful but respectful of your feats.

The procedures were a huge success, and while for some time both you and Viktor were being looked closely by chembarons during his recovery in Zaun (and one specific chembaroness), in the end you were grateful and glad you were of help, grateful the restless nights, the tears, the stress and your fallen hair paid off. Because after his augmentations his cheeks filled out nicely again, the rose tint returned to his face every time Jayce and you whispered near his ear; the energy and spark in his eyes back again and with full force, his sharp tongue back again and ready to sass Jayce and you both. A full moon, in a starry showcase for anyone that dared to look up at the sky and find it there.

Suddenly you remembered why you were debating about putting on your pajamas or something more risqué. Tonight you would ask them if they still wanted to fulfill their promise, if the future they envisioned alongside you was still the same, if they still wanted to watch you round with their child. And you would look damn good when you questioned them, if the plan was going where you thought it'd go. Of course, you wouldn't assume, but also you couldn't help but hope for the best outcome.

First the panties, then the bralette. It didn't have any wiring or support for your breasts, and it wasn't meant to. The sheer, black chiffon left nothing to the imagination, still the addition of glittering faux diamonds made your body look like something out of a painting, flesh combining with fabric to create alluring mirages made of bows and ribbons. The whole outfit served as something to emphasize your body rather than something to cover it, and you felt satisfied with it. You covered yourself with a fluffy, white night robe, it felt like being enveloped by a warm cloud against your cold skin. Then quickly brushed your hair, you ended up getting rid of some lingering makeup on your face, and you put your slippers on and finally made your way towards the kitchen.

The stew wasn't ready yet, but glancing at the clock again you realized your husbands would come home soon, it was eight minus fifteen. Having nothing else to do, you gazed towards the sky, the dark vault of the night now covered in specs of shimmering silver, and let yourself drift back to how many things had changed and evolved between you three.

Getting into a relationship in your mid-twenties was the easy part, like letting yourself drift in the water following the current, flowing with the stream and not encountering one single stone on your way, the hard one would come later, however, when you not only found a stone on your way, but a full dam, when problems knocked at your doorstep after more than five years of being together with them. Enduring what came after Viktor's augmentations was especially hard, because your happy relationship was close, very close to breaking.

You had to spill the beans, sooner or later, and while the council was mildly horrified, Professor Heimerdinger was the one Jayce had to convince profusely that Viktor and you wouldn't use this newfound use of HexTech for the worse. It was hard, Viktor and you were cast in the shadows, far away from any light that hope could provide, almost banished from Piltover, almost… Because Jayce kept pushing and pushing for a reevaluation of the ethos itself, doubling his efforts into making the council understand that this technology would improve the lives of citizens that resided in both cities, and in the end, while wary, they accepted it– and soon sponsors would come, interested in the possibilities in the medical field searching for both Viktor and you, him finally being seen with the recognition he deserved, casting his own light instead of basking in Jayce's reflector. Your discoveries were a revolution, because many people could have not only their lives changed, but ended up being saved from a certain death. Both Piltovians and Zaunites were starting to enjoy the benefits of having a healthy liver, healthy kidneys or lungs (the last one being used mostly by Zaunites, Viktor wasn't exactly happy with the way those lung diseases came to exist in the bodies of people, and while solutions were being discussed to end the problem from its roots, which were the pollution of fabrics manufacturing diverse articles for Piltovians, the consequences were there and threatening).

But all the pressure kept piling and piling on you three. Adding to the steam, there was an incident regarding one of Viktor's most brilliant creations: Blitzcrank, and how a descendant of Stanwick Pididly – one of Piltover's founders – tried to steal the credit for the creation, engineering, and construction of said steam golem. And while Jayce didn't want to cause any sort of disturbance in the beginning, soon you both fought the Academy for refusing to give credit to Viktor, only because he did stand trial a few months prior, and they didn't believe it was important that Blitzcrank's credit remained to his name. And even worse: Viktor and you had a target on your backs for a couple of months thanks to the aforementioned medical revolution, which made it impossible for him to set foot on Zaun. That was until he took advantage of his own augmentations and made himself an armor and created a modified prototype for the HexClaw, made specially for attacking. He got tired of relying on Jayce's hammer or your magic to be safe in his own native city, and he even made himself a mask with an air filter, so he could breathe properly. A marvelous creation of his brilliant mind, but a frightened one. You didn't fear Viktor, nor were you afraid of him, but you were afraid that it could create an assortment of quasi satellite inventions akin to the one he created, inventions with the purpose of destroying, instead of aiding.

Both you and Jayce were angry at him at the beginning. Now, it wasn't just Jayce who broke the promise of never using HexTech as a weapon, but also Viktor. And while you quickly came to your senses and apologized to him – because you knew in the end it was for the purpose of ailing Zaunites and also to feel self-sufficient —, Jayce remained distraught, anger slowly coming to a boiling point. It all finally exploded when they were both tasked by the council to do something about the high death rate among workers whose task was to keep the waters of Piltover and Zaun clean. Viktor proposed that, in case of a worker entering into a panic state, they would be provided with a relaxing substance activated from a control cabin on the surface. Jayce argued that it went against their free will, who would determine if the situation was dire enough for the usage of said chemical? A boss who would prioritize efficiency over safety? A supervisor who could only see the workers as grams of cleaned pollution per liter? And soon they were arguing about it in a screaming match, almost going physical. 

You heard them do so, hiding behind the door and asking yourself whether you should enter and say something or remain far away from it, whether to intervene for their own good or let them be. With tears in your eyes, you entered, full of seething ire and furrowed brows. You opened the door, ready to make them understand how painful this was, how much they were hurting you and each other. But the anger soon became anguish and then desperation, watching the men you loved so dearly and that you knew loved each other as well, scream vile things that they didn't mean not even for a second at each other, until you couldn't help but sob. And only then did the anger of them transformed into realization, and finally worry. Eclipsed by the surrounding circumstances, blinded by a growing but not unsalvageable rift, in their own hot and cold dilemma.

After many tears and a long, heartfelt conversation, two things came out: an underwater suit for workers, with a tranquilizing substance in case of emergencies controlled by the user itself and only the user, and your little microcosm intact, away from any black hole and the possibility of supernovas remote.

Several months have passed since you all asked each other to get married under the twilight in a beautiful watercolor picnic, full of laughter and revelations. Months after that evening, you got married, and finally you could say you were not only settled, but peaceful, tranquility governing the little family you now were a part of. Years had gone by since the incidents, and you were more than happy to bask in the peace that enveloped your marriage since. After the council attack by Jinx, you thought you'd never see Jayce and Viktor see their own 32nd birthday… And now Jayce was 34, Viktor 33 and you just turned 31 the week prior. Things couldn't have been better.

The creak of an opening door took you out from your own memories, only to be completely distracted by two voices talking to each other.

“I can't believe it worked!” Jayce said to Viktor, his smile showing the tooth gap in his mouth that you adored so much.

Viktor grinned smugly instead. “I actually do believe it,” he replied while taking off his winter coat. It wasn't snowing yet, but you could tell it'd start soon. “We have been working on the proper formulas for it, it was bound to happen without any trouble, no?”

You rolled your eyes. Unbelievable, they were still talking about work even after they were home! You helped Jayce off his winter coat and hung it nearby, then ran to the kitchen without giving any of them the chance to greet you properly, too preoccupied about the food not being transmuted into charcoal.

“I forgot I left the stew cooking!”

You could hear Jayce's snort before disappearing into the room, a sigh of relief leaving your body once you made sure the stew didn't burn to a crisp. A pair of hands opened the cabinet above you before you could even think about it, retrieving three large bowls, hands you recognized as Jayce's. Viktor took the set from his hands and served the food, while you decided to slice some garlic bread left from the afternoon that same day. You wanted to complain about how neither of them greeted you before going into the kitchen, but when you turned away to set the table you felt a pair of warm lips touching yours, and you quickly kissed back. Both warm, callused hands were cupping your cheeks, and you could feel fuzzy hairs tickling your chin, which meant it was Jayce. He pulled away, you wanted to say something, but then another set of lips kissed you and this time, by the small pressure of a nose on your own nose and the way a cold, metal hand gently touching your neck felt like, you knew it was Viktor who was kissing you this time. Trying to slip your tongue into his mouth, he chuckled before pulling away too soon for your liking.

“Eager, aren't we?” said Jayce, this time with the clear intention of teasing.

“I missed you two,” you admitted.

You had a nice dining table. Not little but not too big either, meant to host three families in case Jayce's mom, Viktor's parents and your own parents coincided for dinner sometime. It already happened once, and you weren't prepared, you three ended up having dinner on the couch, staining the fabric with spicy chicken. Still, you liked much more the small breakfast table inside the kitchen, with only four chairs, but for you? It was enough. Round and small, so you could take someone's hand or feed them from your own plate.

After setting up the table, you went to retrieve the now cool bottles of beer from the ice box and set them too, asking Viktor: “What are you drinking?”

“Do we still have wine from your birthday?”

Jayce instantly searched for your eyes with his own, brows arching and both of you giving each other an amused expression.

“Yes, why? What are we celebrating?”

“Jayce and I reached a breakthrough.”

You beamed, knowing how important these breakthroughs were for them.

“Really? I'm proud of you! What are you building this time?”

They looked at each other and then at you, a knowing glint in their eyes.

“We want to make little devices that can communicate with people, so they can talk to each other,” Jayce said. “From far away, at least so you can talk in real time and with an image, so you can see the other person, too.”

“Because we miss you in the lab.” The smile Viktor offered after the explanation warmed your heart. Schedules became hectic once you stopped being a student and became a full-time midwife while furthering your studies. You were promised a position as a researcher, and it was already set in motion, but you wouldn't start until the next year.

“I said it already, but I miss you too. I wish I could just go and hang out in the lab in-between class, but I have patients to care for.”

Both men caged you between their bodies, each one placing a kiss in each of your temples. You pressed your cheek against Jayce's chest afterwards, also taking Viktor's hand in yours, basking in their shared warmth that shielded you against the chilly atmosphere. You really needed to have that damn chimney repaired.

“And we wouldn't ask you to give up your aspirations, my love. However, if the device is successful, we might be able to talk to you during the day, at least for a few minutes.”

The thought of watching Jayce or Viktor or both during lunch hour made you feel giddy, and why not? Smug, to be able to show off your smart, witty and kind partners to your coworkers.

“We have to eat before the food gets cold.” You were not ready for the moment to end, but the sooner you had dinner and let your husbands shower, the sooner you would talk to them about the thoughts you were having as of late.

The meal was accompanied by a pleasant chat about the day. They told you about their progress with their new invention, how they were able to hear each other and speak from one side of the Academy to another with clear sound. You told them in exchange a curious but not uncommon case of a husband straight up passing out on the floor when his wife entered labor, which earned a giggle from Viktor and chucking from Jayce.

“Eh, I think Jayce and I will manage ourselves a little better when the time comes.”

And though Viktor said it naturally and shrugged as if it was a matter of fact, something in the air shifted between you three. Viktor was quick to correct himself.

“It was not my intention to assume anything, however I…”

But that however never saw a counterargument, an excuse, nor an explanation. Instead, he trailed off, and you smiled at him, not being sure if straight up telling them 'I want you to get me pregnant' was a topic you should be discussing barely after dinner. Reacting before anyone else, you stood up from your seat and gulped the rest of your beer in one motion, walking towards Viktor and kissing his cheek.

“I actually wanted to talk to you both about this. But shower first, then we can talk when we're relaxed.”

Jayce picked up the used plates and started to wash them in the sink, you helped dry them off with a clean cloth. Despite how comfortably the silence fell between you two, you couldn't help but feel nervous. Every time you took a glance at Jayce you couldn't help but notice his features, strong and imposing, his tanned skin, sun-kissed cheeks in a rosy tint almost always. Yet all of this would look even more adorable in a small version of him. You could imagine a baby with Jayce's curious eyes, a baby with Jayce's cheeks (that you knew were chubby thanks to the baby albums in his mom's house), a baby with his adorable tooth gap, a baby being held by both Jayce and Viktor with a tiny hammer toy in their hands. Or maybe a baby with Viktor's auburn curls, a baby with beauty marks on their face, with Viktor's pale but smooth skin, a baby with amber irises and that curious twinkle in their eyes. If you could have a baby with Jayce's black hair, but Viktor's curls, a baby with both chubby cheeks, beauty marks and a cute tooth gap you'd gladly take it, but nature had its limits.

“Gorgeous?” Jayce called you, noticing your train of thought drifting off. “Are you okay? I kinda lost you for a sec there.”

“Sorry, I just…”

“If it's about what Viktor said earlier, we understand. I… I understand if your plans aren't the same, or you changed your mind.”

However, your reply was quick, wanting him to know that in fact it was the opposite of what he was implying.

“No, no! I… I haven't changed my mind. I…” You couldn't help but giggle. “I was just wondering what a baby with your cheeks and Viktor's moles would look like.”

Jayce rinsed the last plate and gave it to you to dry off, his smile wide and eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Cute, but you know that's not possible, right?”

You placed the plate on the drying rack before bumping your shoulder against his arm.

“I know it is not possible! But I can't help thinking about it” you said, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your cheek against his chest, just basking in each other's presence.

Jayce brought his right hand to cup your cheek, tilting it upwards and then meeting you in a soft kiss, smooth lips touching your own before both mouths moved against each other in feather-like touches.

But those gentle kisses weren't enough for either of you, not when you knew you for a fact that you wanted the same thing as Jayce, not when you were almost sure Viktor wanted it too.

Not when you knew how much you wanted them to fuck you until you were a whimpering mess, until you were begging for their cocks to fill you again and again until the three of you were satisfied, until you were dripping onto the bedsheets with their seed and them spilling time and time again deep inside you and until it took, until you were round with their child, until everyone in Piltover and Zaun knew who you belonged to.

Slipping your tongue into Jayce's mouth, you trailed a hand to his neck and undid the first buttons of his shirt. He greedily took control of the kiss, tongue trailing a hot line against your own, saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth. You felt dizzy with the lack of breath reaching your lungs, his hands sliding to knead your covered ass. He moaned into your mouth once your free hand palmed the growing bulge in his pants, tempted to let it wander beneath the belt and the waistband.

“Am I interrupting?” questioned a soft voice, you could recognize that accent anywhere.

You pulled away from Jayce, hands resting against his chest and looking at Viktor almost apologetically but offering a shy smile, not bothering to clean the saliva in the corners of your mouth.

“Sorry for leaving you out, Vitya. We lost track of time” you said, a sheepish smile adorning your face.

Jayce kissed your cheek and then went to Viktor, held his face between his hands and smooched the tip of his nose. A snort came out of Viktor’s mouth, amused at his husband’s antics.

“I'll take a shower. I'm gonna be quick, promise” he added, before gently pecking Viktor's lips and promptly leaving.

You took Viktor's augmented hand into yours, metal digging against flesh, the sensation could not be described in another way that it wasn't comforting, how the coldness of his fingers contrasted with the hot temperature of your own clammy hand. You lightly squeezed back, a signal for him to follow you into the bedroom. He squeezed back, as if saying I'm here, and once you entered he closed the door behind him. You could tell he at least suspected where the conversation was going (or so you hoped), but he let you follow your skincare routine without a word while he sat at the lower edge of the bed, watching you apply serum on your face calmly sitting in front of your vanity. From your mirror you saw him gazing at your reflection, spellbound by the way your hands worked in applying oil, cream, and balm to different areas of your face, spellbound by your smile and the way your eyes gazed into his through the mirror, spellbound by the delicate image that constituted you in your entirety, your sole presence making him feel complete.

You also retrieved a bottle of scented oil from a drawer, applying it on your hands and then going to Viktor and sitting on his lap in one move, both knees on each side of his hips. Then you spread the oil on his hair, gently combing his curls with your hands, making sure even his cowlick was coated in the silky product. He closed his eyes and let himself enjoy the way your fingers gently massaged his scalp and the back of his head, relishing in your touch. A satisfied sigh came out of him, and he looked so relaxed and peaceful, you were almost convinced to postpone the conversation for another day and fall asleep as soon as Jayce stepped out of the bathroom and put on some comfy pajamas. Once you were done, you kissed his nose the same way Jayce did, a little smooch on the tip. Your breath ghosted his mouth for mere seconds before placing your lips atop his, enjoying the smile you could feel was there every time your mouths grazed each other in featherlight touch.

The moment was interrupted by the sudden creak of a sound you recognized as the bathroom door, with Jayce stepping out of it into your bedroom in only a towel covering from the waist down. He looked satisfied, the temperature of the water probably served to soften his taut muscles, strained by the day's stress and surely by the physical work he had to do in the lab. Steam followed behind him, and of course, of course he would take a shower with boiling hot water.

You couldn't help but notice the way small droplets of water clung to his muscles, shiny in their reflection of the room's artificial light against his biceps and his toned abs, scattered like shimmering gems all across his chest. One of his hands rearranged the towel on his waist, muscles in his arm slightly flexing, and oh Gods, when did you become this shameless in the way you eyed him? It didn't help that you knew what his skin felt like against yours, bare and leaving goosebumps every time his hands rested on your waist, your hips, your sides.

And of course, Viktor would be also watching him like you were, raising his brow and licking his lips as if he just saw the most appetizing dessert in all of Piltover.

And in a way, both of you were staring at a dessert, your mouth dry just by the mere sight of him. Jayce, however, was a smart man, and he noticed both gazes on his body.

“You wanted to have a word with us, princess?” It’s all he says, white teeth showing in his crooked grin.

“Yes” you answered, climbing down from Viktor's lap and sitting right beside him, patting down the empty space at your other side of the bed for Jayce to also settle down.

“I…” You honestly didn't know how you could start a conversation like this. “Fuck it, I'm just gonna say it.”

You focused on taking a deep breath, and then determination came back to you and showed through your steady voice.

“I want a baby.”

After that statement, Jayce could keep somewhat collected and staring at Viktor for an answer, even though you could see a faint blush dusting his cheeks, because he already knew this bit of information. And even though Viktor's statement was a vague confirmation that he still wanted a kid, you couldn't make a choice without his explicit confirmation and that he also knew of your choice. You were starting to worry about if there was any brashness in your delivery, or if the sound that came out of your lips resembled more a demand than a want. And then, to your relief, there was a reaction from your partners.

Viktor, having heard your statement and feeling like his brains became scrambled eggs and his thoughts a puzzle in a matter of mere seconds, looked at Jayce for an answer.

“I also want a kid” was the response he found from Jayce’s lips. “You’d look cute pregnant, by the way.” A snort came out of your mouth.

And then Viktor's stare got lost, looking at nothing in particular in front of him while his hands went from being pressed on the mattress to his lap, one on each thigh. You didn't want him to get lost in his thoughts much time, so you took his left hand into your right, searching for his gaze once he noticed you.

"I think everything's calmer now. I think this is a good moment” you added, trying to pour some reassurance into your voice.

“Is that so?” Viktor inquired, still somewhat incredulous.

“Yeah, I think so too,” Jayce interjected. “We are healthy, you are healthy. No one's going anywhere, and the job's steady. We even cut some work hours.”

And then Viktor finally looked at you, an intense gaze burning into your own eyes.

“We would have to work even less for a year, at least. I don't want you to endure all the pressure by yourself.”

You nodded, accepting the promise hidden behind his words.

“Thank you… For considering it. This…" And this time you also looked at Jayce while you spoke. “I want you to know that this will permanently change our day-to-day life. I am ready, I want you to tell me if you feel ready, too.”

You felt Jayce kiss your shoulder. It felt sweet, it felt charged too. And when your eyes found him, a smile tugged at his lips. “I am, too. I can't wait, and I- I think you’ll look good pregnant.”

And finally you searched for Viktor's answer, trying to find it in the way his face visibly relaxed and no longer frowned, looking at you both once again.

“Eh, I think I'll need a haircut in case the baby pulls at it. You'll need one too, lyubov.” He then brushed his lithe fingers through your hair, curling some strands and tucking them behind your ear, so he could see your face.

You giggled, feeling like a weight was lifted off your shoulders, and laid back on the mattress, legs still hanging from the bed.

“Now comes the fun part, I guess…”

And once you said those words, the tense atmosphere came back with full force. Not nervousness, not anxiety, just… Expectancy. Each one of your lovers moved a hand to take the ends of the tie holding together your robe, sharing a look they just had when concentrating in one of their experiments or building one of their machines: deserving of all the attention they could give, then looked at you and finally pulled the strings holding together your cover.

Their breaths caught in their throats, every ounce of heed poured into taking every inch of your body. How every garment hugged your body deliciously, just for them and only for them to enjoy.

You couldn't tell who muttered a 'shit' and who whispered a 'fuck', because the next thing you felt were two sets of hands quickly grabbing your sides and the back of your thighs, carrying you shortly before unceremoniously throwing you into the pillows of the bed and making you slightly bounce, robe hastily discarded somewhere on the floor. When glanced at their gazes, you saw hunger, a fire you could quite place, really, given how familiarized you were to their desire. You could also see sweetness, because when could you remember a moment they weren’t sweet to you? Excitement, of course, if Viktor sensually licking his own upper lips was any sign… And considerateness. If you knew them half as well as you thought, they were being considerate of your own body. If you were successful, your body would surely change, your breasts would swell, of course, but after they wouldn’t hold the same form, and your belly would be swollen even months after you gave birth, your skin would acquire even more stretch marks than you already had… But you also knew they would still love you all the same. They would still gaze upon your body with the same devotion, hold you with the same adoration and make love to you with the same fervor they did, that they had done for the past (almost) decade. You felt secure in their arms.

Viktor leaned in to kiss you the moment you were settled, slow but sensual, open-mouthed, tongue tracing a line on yours every time your lips met. Meanwhile, Jayce took the job of kissing behind your ear, then slowly tracing down your neck and stopping once he reached the junction where it met your shoulder, licking and sucking one single spot until you were moaning, his canines bringing small pinpricks of a delicate pain every time he suctioned at the delicate skin, Viktor greedily swallowing the sounds you made. Then he went from your mouth to leave hot kisses to your jaw, then neck, sucking and nibbling while Jayce moved from your neck to your mouth once again. Unexpectedly for you, Jayce was taking the lead of the kiss by grazing his tongue against yours, and every time you tried to pull back he pushed you towards him, cradling you by the back of your head. You couldn't do anything except open up your mouth and take what he offered, the other hand gripping your waist so hard you were sure there would be a visible mark the next day.

Viktor's hands wandered more, first to your hips and then waist, and finally shoulders, where he gently pulled the straps of the lingerie down. You thought he would leave you exposed then, but he just left the straps there, circling your shoulders, the chaffing of fabric reminding you that you’d rather feel the air against your bare chest instead of the garment. But there was no need to rush, you had time. You had time. 

Viktor was an absolute tease, you remembered then, and only because you felt his hot breath skimming your neck and then your clavicles in kisses that could barely be called as such. His caresses light like a delicate feather, fingers still hooked in the straps of your garment and thumbs grazing the clothed underside of your breasts, not quite touching you.

The warmth you felt was barely there on your sides, and you wanted more. Jayce, always the sweetheart and always willing to indulge you, lowered the hand cradling your head, and soon you felt his skilled fingers circle your nipple, thumb, and forefinger bringing it into a peak. His hands felt warm, even after getting out of the shower on a cold night, even if they were touching you with the bothersome barrier of clothing.

“That was my spot,” commented Viktor.

“You were taking too long,” you replied to him, parting from Jayce's lips with a wet sound, only to be replaced by Viktor's, his hands cupping your face and the coldness of his augmented arm contrasting with your rising temperature. The night suddenly didn’t feel as wintry as it did a few moments ago.

With deft hands, Jayce started undoing the back straps that were tying your bralette together, kissing his way until your torso was free of any lace. You felt a sharp pain at the swell of your breast before noticing it was his mouth, tongue near your nipple sucking the tender skin of the areola, but refusing to latch his mouth onto the nipple itself. Viktor's teasing nature seemed to have rubbed off on him, much to your chagrin. His lips felt like they were leaving a trail of embers on your skin, like he was setting you ablaze with no plans of helping you drown the fire, but to help it grow on you, let it grow until you three were consumed by the flames.

A hiss came from between your teeth when Jayce bit the small nub, causing you to pull away from Viktor's lips in surprise. You expected him to retake his position kissing you, feeling a mix of disappointment and excitement when Viktor's mouth latched onto the nipple Jayce left neglected, giving you sweet and relief contrasting with the sharp pain of Jayce's teeth.

He tugged lightly with his teeth, a whine echoing in the room now that your mouth was not being blocked by anything. Several years before, you would have been embarrassed by the sound that came out of your lips, but now you liked being louder, letting your lovers know you liked what they were doing to you. And when he finally got tired of torturing you, his tongue lapped at the nub softly, almost as if apologizing for the pain he had caused.

“Fuck, I love your tits, babe” Jayce moaned into your breast. “They will get bigger once we knock you up.”

You shuddered and Viktor groaned, the vibrations of his voice reverberating on your skin along with a sudden exhale of warm air.

“You really get off to the idea of getting me pregnant, don't you?” you teased.

“It might not be only an idea tonight, dear.” Viktor's voice was thick with something you could place as lust. But also, with the way he looked at you through his lashes, it was adoration. He placed a gentle kiss to your clavicle, a genuine smile tugging at his lips. “Thank you, my love.”

Jayce slid his middle finger into your cunt, relishing in the breathy moan that came out of your lips. Viktor's hand soon joined Jayce's, but he was circling your clit with the pads of his fingers to add to the stimulation, careful of not touching it directly but rather the edges, knowing how sensitive you were. They really knew your body, and in their curiosity to understand it they always liked to experiment, what turned you on and what got you going, what made you quiver with need and moan the loudest. Not like one of their inventions, but rather like discovering a new world hidden in your tender curves.

Sometimes they would do this. Sometimes they would, quite literally sometimes, double team you. Since the first moment that you felt their dicks inside you, you loved the sensation. Feeling full of them, worshiped, adored, the palms of their hands showing how entranced they were by you, how much they loved you. Of being also taken care of, of being fucked stupid on their cocks until you were a drooling mess and begging them to let you cum every time their thrusts stopped and deliberately left you hanging on the edge. 

Sometimes you would team up with Viktor to make Jayce a stuttering mess, talking in what could only be described as plain gibberish and pleading, almost sobbing with the over stimulation of being inside you and Viktor fucking him from behind. 

Sometimes it was a team effort between you and Jayce, letting Viktor slide his cock between your joined lips, trying to kiss each other even though you knew Viktor's shaft was on the way, taking turns deep throating him and then stopping when his cock started twitching and cutting short his orgasm just when he was about to cum, enjoying how Viktor's dominant behavior suddenly went away behind almost sobs and pleas, begging for the sweet mercy of release.

What was happening tonight was them teaming up on you, crooked grins and breathy chuckles at the way you squirmed under their touch, combined with the secure hold they had on you, making you feel… Safe, cherished, loved.

“More… Please…” you whimpered, feeling your thoughts start to lack their usual connection with your words.

Jayce added a second finger inside you while Viktor kept circling your clit. And while you felt a very distinctive heat pooling at your lower belly, it still wasn't enough to satisfy you. Not with the slow pace they were going for, giving you just a taste that barely served to quench your hunger for them.

“Please… Please just fuck me already.”

Jayce searched for Viktor's gaze, his fingers not once stopping their movements inside you. “Which one of us goes first?”

And before they could even begin to ponder about it, you answered for them. 

“Both. Both, I want you both inside, please…” They surely would have thought that you wanted one inside your pussy, while the other fucked your ass, but you already held a conversation about what exactly did you want, and, was it even possible to take them both at the same time?

Viktor's eyebrow arched, and he looked at you while sitting up, Jayce’s fingers retreating from your pussy with a wet sound that would have made you embarrassed had you not been so eager for them to fill you up this badly.

“My dove… Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I- You sure are…” But Jayce’s words remained a disorganized train of thought, coherency scrambling to reach his head.

“If I recall correctly”, interjected Viktor once again. “You have said, more than once, that we were ‘too big’, yes?”

And of course Viktor would say something like that, with a cocky smile to accompany his words. You had already done your research, it was possible without getting hurt, you just needed patience and a lot of lube, naturally.

“It can be done,” you replied, almost out of breath. “I just need to be relaxed, and it’ll be easier if I cum once or more than once before.”

You took one hand of each man and held them against you, warm palms brushing your lower belly, calluses against skin and slightly pressing below your navel, giving in to the fantasy of you walking around, glowing in your pregnancy. And then, if you were all on the same page and agreed, you could repeat the process, so your new baby wouldn’t be an only child, unlike you or your husbands. You would make a happy family, your own safe place protected against the cruelty of the world. Sure, you couldn't isolate yourselves from the incidents that living itself could bring, you couldn't just wrap your home in clouds and hope for the best, but you could provide solace from the dark times, you could provide a light for guidance.

You heard their breaths slightly hitching, Viktor’s cheeks reddening even though he has done much, much filthier things to you in the dark of the night.

Jayce shot a concerned glance at Viktor. If you had said – more than once, even – that each one of them was too big, how in the world did you pretend to accommodate them at the same time? You, however, weren’t planning on retreating from your offer.

“Please… If anything hurts I’ll tell you, I just… I need…” But you didn’t even know what you wanted anymore, just that you wanted in general, and it was setting you ablaze. 

And they would be liars. They would be damned liars if they told you they didn’t get excited by the thought of it, if they didn’t feel their cocks twitching at the fantasy of feeling you from the inside and feeling each other at once, from filling you together time and time again until you were sated, until you positively knew that you were carrying the next little addition to your, until now, family of three.

Jayce smiled at you, it was warm and gentle, yes, but also his gaze held a promising fire within, a promise that they wouldn't fail you. Not only regarding now, not only regarding your future kids, but they wouldn't fail you ever.

“If you want it, we can do it, I mean, we can make you cum at least twice, right, V?” He adds, looking at Viktor and expecting an answer.

“We certainly can do it” he says, resuming his position beside you and lying on his side, kissing your cheek.

Jayce hooked his fingers inside your underwear and pulled down, tapping your hips, so you could lift your bottom and give him space to get you out of your clothing. Viktor caught your lips against his once again, tongues clashing with teeth, practically devouring you and in the short seconds his lips weren't connected to yours warm breaths exhaled against each other. Meanwhile, Jayce kissed his way from your neck to your nipple, nibbling and sucking just for a few seconds before he trailed down, to your ribs and making sure he left a purple bruise against your side, and then kissing down your navel, and finally his warm breath fanned against your folds, sending a shiver through you. And before you could even entertain the thought of his tongue against your clit, he bit your thigh briefly and slightly pulled at the supple skin, making you hiss against Viktor’s mouth, more in surprise than pain. Viktor brought the hand that was gripping your hip to the top of Jayce’s head, a fistful of hair between his fingers as he forcefully guided his face against your wet slit. He hissed a 'Be nice' between his teeth, before resuming his demanding kiss and his hand returned to knead your chest.

Jayce moaned at the rough treatment, kissing your thigh in apology. Then, you felt his tongue giving a tentative lick from your entrance to your clit, making you shiver and moan once again. You felt Jayce’s big hands gripping the back of your legs, spreading you open for both better access and his own enjoyment.

“You're always so wet for us, gorgeous.”

Then Jayce’s tongue started to give small, kitten licks against your clit. However small they were, it was enough to send liquid fire through your veins and make you spread your legs even further, feeling Viktor’s teeth against your pulse point, lightly biting the skin and bruising it a beautiful purple color. Jayce lapped the flat of his tongue directly against your clit this time, drawing you the feeling of pleasure and a moan from you. His middle finger prodded again at your entrance, and your left hand snaked down your belly and closed into a fist once reaching his hair. Both Viktor and you knew how much he liked his hair being pulled.

“Fuck” he moaned against you, rhythm faltering and his tongue ceasing its movement, the vibrations felt amazing against your body.

And also, you knew Jayce liked being told what to do.

“I didn’t tell you to stop, did I?” said Viktor, grabbing Jayce by the same place as you were and making him press his nose against your clit. His tongue finally delving into your wet hole and enthusiastically swallowing your juices with a needy moan. He often enjoyed himself to the point of making noise as if he was the one being sucked off, but instead, he was lapping at you like he was a starved man and your pussy was the best meal he’s ever had. He ripped a moan out of your throat when his tongue reached that sweet spot inside you, and the pad of his thumb found your clit.

“Good boy”, Viktor said, using his index and middle finger to spread your folds open.

With your free hand, you trailed into Viktor’s pajama pants and then past the waistband, searching for his cock. You let out a delightful, satisfied moan, finding him already heavy and hard on your hand. One of your nails raked lightly from the base to his cock head, which earned you a groan from him, and quickly your hand found him again, this time stroking slowly and letting you feel his warmth against you, his moans greedily swallowed by your mouth.

You felt two thick fingers enter you and a tongue sucking your clit, ripping a sigh from you that intermingled with Viktor’s sounds in the middle of a kiss.

“Make sure to make her nice and wet. After all, she will take both of our cocks.” Viktor’s talk mixed with Jayce’s assault on your cunt made you feel like someone had ignited you from the inside out, but instead of wanting them to stop, you wanted more.

Each stroke of Jayce’s fingers was made with intent, he knew exactly which spots to touch and rub for you to truly feel the need between your legs grow, to let go of any sort of control and any kind of fleeting thought. Jayce made a scissoring motion with his fingers inside you, your walls clenching every time he rubbed the right spot, a whimper coming from your mouth and thighs starting to tremble. His rhythm was slow, you could feel the heat between your thighs but not quite to make you lose your mind over it, not enough to be satisfied. Fuck, was he doing this on purpose? You thought so, until he brought his lips to your clit and sucked, his fingers curling in that upward motion he knew too well that made you cry out in pleasure.

“Jayce!” you moaned, voice not quite a whisper anymore. You felt your walls tightening around his fingers, legs spreading embarrassingly wider.

His other hand went to the back of your thigh, spreading you further until your knee was up to your chest with a squelch, feeling that your wetness not only made your slit glisten in the darkness, but it was also coating your soft thighs. Viktor left your lips and gently took your hand off his hardened cock, maneuvering, so he could be with his face near your breasts. He put his mouth again on your nipple, lapping and then swirling his tongue around it, finally sucking and slightly burying his canines into your tender flesh, his fingers pinching the other nipple and bringing it into a peak.

You felt a third finger being added to your entrance, making you feel that delicious stretch, and Jayce sped up his pace. Finally, you felt the pleasure coursing through your body, the muscles of your legs tensing and your walls tightening around your lover's fingers.

“Fuck, Jayce, don’t stop…”

He answered his affirmation into a moan that reverberated into your core, a keen coming out of you. Jayce’s fingers kept thrusting in and out of you, massaging your tightening walls, while Viktor kept sucking and nibbling at your tits, and soon you found yourself clenching more and more while Jayce kept moving his fingers, knuckle-deep into your cunt.

“Jayce, Jayce, Jayce…” you moaned his name like a prayer, begging in desperation for him. “Fuck, almost there, don’t stop!”

You were gripping him like a vice, the contact of his hand against your cunt creating a lewd squelching sound every time he thrust into you, and your juices dripped into your thighs, running until Jayce's wrist was slick with your wetness too, and into the mattress. The pads of his fingers were hitting that right spot inside you, the one that made your vision blurry and your thighs quiver. You felt like you were drifting away in pleasure, but at the same time you felt safe with both Jayce and Viktor, you knew they would be there when you came apart to pick the pieces back up.

And they were watching you at that very moment like you held the firmament in your hands, like you hung the clouds on the sky and the stars from your fingertips.

Viktor left your breast, so he could nuzzle his cheek against your chest.

“Come on Jayce’s fingers, my love. Come and then we will give you what you want” he coaxed. “Come, and then you can come on our cocks until you're satisfied, my love.”

“Shit, Viktor!”

Your thighs couldn’t stop trembling while you let the thread snap, pleasure, and euphoria and adrenaline and relief finally washing over you, clenching tight around Jayce’s fingers and moaning into the cold air of the room that took the shape of a yes, yes, yes. You searched for something, anything to grab onto and quickly a cold, steel hand gripped gently into yours, letting your fingers intertwine. Viktor whispered something that resembled 'good girl' in your ears, praising you. The sucking became a gentle lap while you rode out your orgasm, the fingers inside you slowing down until they stopped altogether and your walls stopped spasming, Jayce greedily swallowing your juices with his tongue.

Your breath was erratic while you rested your cheek on the plush pillow beneath you, you didn’t even realize you searched for Jayce’s hand in the middle of your orgasm, but apparently your fingers were intertwined now too. He kissed briefly your thigh, as if he was thanking you for letting him devour you and not the other way around, and rearranged himself to lie right beside you again, on his side and grinning from ear to ear.

“I love you,” he said.

Even though you never forgot how besotted they were with you, how enamored they were with the mere thought of your presence, sometimes you found yourself surprised at how casual Jayce’s displays of affection were. Effortless, telling his undying love for you and his eternal devotion for Viktor to the entire world, like it was the most natural thing; a constant, a law, as if he was stating a fact like indeed, water is wet and rain comes from above to the ground. He said he loved you and Viktor many, many times, but it always felt very special every time he professed those words. Like with every sentence he told you a different reason why he loved you, and this time it surely felt like a ‘thank you’.

You were still trying to catch your breath, panting lightly, but still you craned your neck to place a kiss to the tip of his nose, not having the energy to say the words back, but you hoped he understood the message. You would rip the clouds off the sky and set the moon ablaze if it made your lovers smile.

“Don’t tell me you’re done before we even started, gorgeous,” he said, earning a chuckle from Viktor.

“I promised we would give you two, no?”

And you wouldn’t be opposed to the idea, even though sometimes you were impatient in the way you claimed them, but who could blame you? Sometimes you even thought the Gods themselves carved their faces by hand. You only hoped your little one could inherit their good looks, their brilliant minds, their kind hearts.

When your breathing finally was becoming steady, Viktor brought his hand down to your abdomen again, caressing your skin with featherlight touches meant to tease you, to make you squirm in the place you were lying on. Without any further hesitation, he dipped his middle finger inside you and found there was no resistance at all, given how slick and ready you were for them, how strong your last climax had been. Your moan was a little more than a gentle exhale, but it still spurred them on to continue what they were doing. Jayce once more brought his lips to yours, a tangle of tongues and clashing teeth, while Viktor nipped and sucked on your neck. You were going to wear an assortment of purple and red blooms later and for a few days, of that you have no doubt, but you still let them claim your skin. You felt Jayce’s middle finger prod at your entrance, the intrusion making you moan into his mouth and earning a breathy whine from him. Soon, they both added a second finger, stretching you wider than they normally would in preparation for what they would give to you, Viktor’s thumb circling your clit in an effort to bring you to a second orgasm.

You shouldn’t have been so close this fast. You wouldn’t, normally. But it shouldn’t have surprised you, with the way their moving fingers thrust inside you in matching rhythm, burying them to the knuckle. You pulled away from Jayce’s mouth, feeling like you couldn’t be quiet anymore with the sinful way their touch was making the inside of your thighs ache, with how spread your legs were, each one propped on each hip of your husbands’ while they laid on their sides. You were quickly approaching your climax once again, 

“Fuck, yes, yes, yes…! I’m gonna—” but the rest of your high-pitch sentence was cut-off by the crashing of your own climax, white-hot pleasure that coursed through you, from head to toe, back arching and toes curling, and mouth blabbering a string of silent curses, your voice lost to the sea of mixed sensations that washed through you. Their moving fingers slowed their rhythm, gradually halting to a stop to help you ride out the maddening pleasure.

You huffed a breath with a smile on your face, worn out and at the same time with rejuvenated energy.

“Can we try now?” you asked, hopeful and eager.

Viktor let go of your leg to stand up and discard the rest of his clothes, opening drawers in the nightstand searching for a bottle of lube you knew he kept. Jayce helped you maneuver your body and positioned himself under you, with your chest pressed against his and your knees resting on every side of his hips. You let your cheek lie atop his left bicep, listening to his heartbeat and feeling his mouth placing a chaste, sweet kiss atop your head.

“If anything hurts, or you change your mind, you tell us, okay babe?” 

You nodded, heart swelling from the endless affection shown to you by every action, unstopping in quantity.

The brief silence of the room was broken by the slick sounds of Viktor squirting lube on his fingers, then tossing the bottle to Jayce, and both of them pumped his shafts, coating them in the liquid. The sound always managed to turn you on, listening to their low grunts while you waited for them to put their dicks inside you. Lowering your gaze, you lifted your hips briefly, just to watch Viktor teasing the head of his cock with his own thumb. Their size always managed to impress you, and even though you couldn’t remember a case when you didn’t need lube to take them fully, you still found yourself aching for that pleasurable, oh-so-good stretch they provided.

You were pulled out of your own reverie when a pair of hands grasped at your hips, quickly recognizing the touch as Jayce's.

“Are you ready, gorgeous?” he asks, lining himself up to your entrance. You nodded and started lowering yourself onto his cock, moving your hips up and down, each time taking more and more of his length until his hips were flush against yours. Jayce moaned once he felt his cock completely sheathing itself inside you, sounding needy and desperate.

“Your turn” you said, craning your neck to look over your shoulder at Viktor, who was entranced at the sight of your sex connected to Jayce’s.

Viktor helped himself by putting the pillow Jayce tossed at him for his leg, that even though it was augmented, you still were careful that he didn’t get hurt during your activities, in a way that made his heart flutter with pure adoration. He positioned himself between your and Jayce's legs and lined himself up, and you barely felt the head of his dick pressing past your entrance when you let out a shaky moan and Jayce cursed under his breath. His cock head was stretching your entrance beyond what you were accustomed to, and yet you wanted him to keep feeding the rest of his length inside you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” was the string of mutters you heard below you, Jayce's grasp on your hips becoming stronger and leaving a sharp pane in the places you were sure would bruise by the next day.

Viktor was not doing much better, not if the way his thighs trembled was any telling, letting out whimpers into the air of the room.

“W– Wait, hold on for a sec, please, Vik…” Jayce pleaded, voice strained by arousal and need. 

It surely did feel good when he started penetrating you, but it was too much, the stretch reminiscent of the very first time you fucked him. Jayce searched for your gaze with his eyes, always an anchoring and gentle warmth within his presence, and you realized he was looking for any sign of discomfort on your part.

Viktor preferred directly asking you.

“Is this alright, my love?” He then pressed a gentle kiss on your shoulder. “We can stop whenever you want, if you so desire.”

“No, please keep going.”

And you knew he was worried about if this was too much, but fuck, you didn’t want him to stop pushing inside. He did, inch by tortuous inch that had you feeling every ridge and every vein of his hard, massive cock, until you felt the sharp angles of his hip bones against your ass.

Your eyelids fluttered, relishing in the feeling of being full to burst. You knew they could also feel each other inside you, and this just sent more liquid fire through your veins, knowing that you three were connected in such a deep, primal level, that you weren’t sure of where one started and one ended. You were tempted to take a hand to your belly and press, just to feel them both from the outside, feel every centimeter of their skin bare against your slick walls, and the thin veil of sweat that formed in the inside of your thighs. It had been some time since you could have sex without condoms, given the pill made you feel icky since a couple of years back, and you didn’t know, amidst the sea of pleasurable sensations you were feeling, if you would last much time.

One of your hands found its way to take Jayce’s, intertwining your fingers, his other hand gripping the back of your thigh. Viktor rested his palms on your hips, and you noticed their initially labored breaths were now regulated, more in control of their own reactions and the situation. Still, they were waiting for your approval.

“F– Fuck, you feel so good, babe” says Jayce, voice strained. “I– shit, I can feel you clenching so damn hard, beautiful.”

“So tight…” answered Viktor in a breathy voice, egging him on. “Can we move now?”

“You can move, it’s okay,” you assured them.

The first hesitant thrust was from Viktor, pulling out as slowly as he pulled in, almost as if he wanted you to feel him in his entirety. Jayce didn’t stay behind, and he also thrust inside you, letting out a ragged breath. At first their joined movements were coordinated, thoughtful, with the clear intent of watching you come apart at their hands. Your moans were almost silent if it weren’t for the ragged breaths you left out, and Viktor even had grabbed you as gently as he could by your throat, arching your back, so he could press his lips to the shell of your ear, the cold steel of his augmented hand warming up rapidly against your hot skin, and whispered in your ear.

“You were so eager a few moments ago, did the cat eat your tongue, hmm?” he murmured, biting the sensitive skin below your lobe and eliciting a high-pitched keen from you.

“You’re clenching so fucking tight around us. Ah- shit!” blabbered Jayce. He looked ravishing, sweaty skin, flushed cheeks, the muscles of his abdomen contracting and stretching in an effort to shove himself deep inside your velvety warmth. You ran a hand through his abs, enjoying the way they felt under your touch.

You knew they were rubbing against each other's cocks while pulling in and out of you, grunts and moans coming out of their throats, shivering in ecstasy every time their cock heads grazed against each other. 

It didn't take long for their strokes to become uncoordinated, though, and instead of slamming into you at once they started to follow their own rhythm, relentless in their frantic, merciless pace inside your pussy; one cock thrust into your heat while the other pulled out, only for one of their cocks to push back in. Their drag against your walls wasn't exactly rough, but it wasn't gentle either, and you could feel yourself tightening more and more. 

“Fuck, fuck, ah! How do you feel, baby? You feel so fucking full, huh?” The tone coming out of Jayce's mouth wasn't harsh, he knew how to put that silver tongue of his to good use in bed. He cradled your cheek with his hand, tilting your head down to look at him, wearing an unusually cocky grin. 

You, however, found yourself devoid of any noise or word, instead whimpering sweet moans near Viktor’s mouth, breathing intermingling. Your eyes were rolling back to your skull, tongue lolling out of your mouth in an attempt to get the words coming out of your mouth, something, anything at this point that wasn't needy whines.

Suddenly you felt Viktor yank you by the hair, bunching it into a messy ponytail. He tilted your head to the side, so you could see him, his thrusting not faltering even for a second. Your pants mixed with his heavy breathing, you thought he was about to kiss you, but he blurted another set of words.

“He asked a question, my dear,” he grunted, briefly latching his mouth to your pulse point and then coming back to lick a hot trail from collarbone to your jaw. “It is quite rude not to answer, hmm?”

His breath fanning on the shell of your ear brought goosebumps to your body, your back arching and giving Viktor more room to gaze at where your bodies met, biting his lip to stifle a groan when he saw his wet dick pulling out of your tight heat. He thrust back in, your aching and trembling thighs meeting his hip bones, a wave of pleasure coursing you from head to toe. Trying not to shut your eyes, you saw how Jayce let out a huffed breath, his lips curving in that o shape you adored so much.

“Well?” managed to ask Viktor once again. “Are we filling you up how you wanted, mmm?”

In an attempt to answer, a high-pitched noise came out of your throat. You quickly composed yourself and answered. “Yes, I– hmm, it feels so full and good and– yes, yes!” At that point, you were just blabbering, not caring if you were feeding their egos even more. You knew they got off on making you wordless, stuffed with their cocks and immersed in a mindless pleasure, the slapping of skin against skin resounding in your ears. 

You briefly glanced at Jayce, who shared a look with Viktor behind you, and gently they pulled out of you, one at a time. Jayce helped in turning you around, your back meeting the sweaty skin of his chest and Viktor helping you spread your legs until your knees reached your shoulders, hands resting on the back of your thighs and folding you in half. You noticed the previously cold steel of his augmented hand was now warm against your skin, and now that you were facing Viktor you had time to note on the flush blooming on his skin, from cheeks to chest, freckles adorning his pale skin like stars adorning the firmament, you almost wanted to get up from your place and kiss every one of his beautiful marks. 

Callused hands caressed the span of your ribs in a loving manner, catching your attention once again, and when you turned your head to see Jayce, he gave you a smile so full of adoration you wanted to melt right then and there. He lowered his hand until he took a hold of his cock, lining up once again with your aching cunt, and pushed inside swiftly. In a matter of seconds Viktor did the same, entering you a little more hesitant at first, but when he found no resistance he thrust his hips in one brutal movement, the heat coiling inside you back with full force and a groan behind your ear rumbled on your neck.

Your first thought was that they were about to fuck into you with renewed vigor, but you were equal parts surprised and delighted when Jayce grabbed your hips, their cocks slowly pulling out of you, and then he slammed you back until they were buried to the hilt, three sounds of pleasure filling the previous silence. And then again he did the same, his fingers gripping your soft, pliant flesh so strongly that you were sure they would leave a mark, but you didn’t care a bit. You felt light, dizzy, you didn’t even have to move on your own to feel that delicious friction inside you. Jayce was maneuvering you like you were just a rag doll, essentially manhandling you into his and Viktor’s cocks.

Their rhythm became quick-paced and rough, the wet sounds of your cunt squelching every time your ass met their hips with a slapping noise. Neither of you was going to last long, if the moans of Jayce growing louder and louder on your ear and Viktor’s face scrunching in euphoria were any indication. 

“Please tell me you’re close, beautiful.” Jayce’s sentence was a messy, breathless mumble of words warmly fanning the shell of your ear.

Heat was pooling within your core, your belly tightening, and you were climbing steady and rapidly to your peak. Viktor’s hand took yours and guided it between your legs, where you were joined, heavy exhales and reddened flush on his skin a telltale sign that he was as close as you were. They were stretching you so deliciously, their lengths reaching deep inside you, dragging in and out and driving you into reckless abandon. Your moans got louder when your fingers found your clit, flicking in circular motions that made you instantly clench around both cocks. You could feel every ridge of them, pulling in and out of your tight clutch. Jayce turned your face gently to the side, craning his neck and connecting his lips to your in the messiest iteration of a kiss you’ve ever experienced, slick tongue against yours that barely did anything to muffle his debauched moans and yours. 

You let yourself drift the more you approached your climax, so carried away that you hardly noticed Viktor’s face nearing yours. He looked absolutely shattered by his own pleasure, locks plastered to his face with a thin veil of sweat, mouth open and glossy eyes, begging you in a sweet, yet whispery moan “Come with us, my love,” he pleaded, nose grazing yours. “Come with us, and we will give you what you want.”

Viktor’s sweet kiss to your lips was a welcome contrast with the brutal way Jayce was slamming you onto their dicks, you could feel them twitching, ready to spill over the edge, and you could sense yourself approaching the edge more and more, spurred on by Viktor’s words.

“You will look so beautiful when you’re pregnant,” praised Jayce, his forehead slick with sweat and pressing onto your cheek. 

You were vaguely aware of only a few sensations here and there: your body pressed between two hot bodies, a warm breath fanning onto your neck, bringing you goosebumps through your whole body; a grip on your hips so strong that in theory you should have been feeling pain, however you only felt delight; the vibrations in your throat signaling you were moaning, very loudly, but you couldn’t actually hear yourself nor did you care, and the coiling inside you, thread ready to snap.

It was Viktor’s mouth on your nipple that finally sent you into overdrive. Your walls squeezed impossibly tight, white-hot pleasure coursing through you, a climax so powerful your entire body trembled, washing through you like a wave crashing against the rocks, and in the middle of your undoing came also your lover’s release. Their cocks twitched inside you, buried so deep you could feel them almost grazing your cervix, and it was followed by their seed, warm and spilling into you, coating your insides in a milky white. Through blurry vision, you watched as Jayce brought his hand to the nape of Viktor’s neck, grabbing a fistful of hair and meeting him in a sloppy kiss, their groans muffled by the other’s mouth. 

It took you a little more to ride out the aftershocks of your climax, loosely conscious that your hips were raised in a weird position. Right, to increase the chances of getting pregnant for real. This was happening. Holy shit, this was happening. The realization made you smile to yourself, eyes still closed.

A sigh of content went out of your mouth when they finally lowered the rest of your torso onto the mattress, finding that they extended a fluffy towel for you to rest.

“How are you feeling?” asked Jayce, who was holding a cloth with warm water to clean you up. 

Viktor returned to the room shortly after, you didn’t even notice he went, but apparently he did. He was holding a glass full of water.

“Good” you replied, taking a sip from the glass and then offering some to him. “Sleepy.”

Your head plopped on the soft pillow beneath you. A few moments passed, your consciousness dancing between the line of awareness and dreams. A shift in the bed alerted you of your husbands coming back to bed, sandwiching you in between. Viktor draped his arm over your waist, enveloping you in his embrace. Lying on your back, you saw Jayce rest his head on your chest, his hand lowering to the front of your thigh and caressing the skin there, where the beginnings of marks could be seen. 

Even though you already had a conversation with him about how you actually found the bruises hot, he always felt bad when he accidentally left them. Your gaze fell to his face, finding a pout on his lips already.

“Jayce, it’s okay” you assured him, putting your hand on his shoulder. “I love you, you know that, right?”

His face instantly changed, smiling gently. “I know that, beautiful. I love you too.”

You wondered why Viktor was so silent behind you, until you heard soft snoring. 

“I can’t believe he just went to sleep right after.”

“I actually can,” you replied. “It’s like those robots he builds, his whole system shuts down.” The snort Jayce let out reverberated against your skin. “I call it the post-nut system reboot.”

He snickered, the sound mingling with your own giggles.

“I am listening to you,” a voice mumbled behind you. “Eh, this might be more of a shut-down of the system rather than a reboot, I don’t like waking up right after falling asleep.”

You knew he was smiling just by listening to his voice. It brought you joy and a sense of calm, drowsiness invading your system.

“I love you, Vitya,” you mumbled. 

You heard a faint love you too before silence fell again. You were now sure both of them had fallen asleep. Some questions emerged inside your head, about if you should go for a check-up with the doctor and start taking vitamins and whatnot, but shoved those worries aside in favor of getting a much-needed good-night’s sleep.

You would always thank every star that brought you three together, and allowed you to be by the side of two amazing men and share the rest of your life with them. 

The stars gazed back at you through the window, as you fell asleep.

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Alright, question.

So, imagine dragons don't technically exist in arcane, but there's a scene in zaun with a band playing that sounds like imagine dragons, obvi.

So here's my question: What about other artists? Specifically, I'm wondering about hozier🥰😍. Personally, I feel like he would've been a part of zaun and then made it big and was able to move to, and have shows in piltover. But maybe this all sounds stupid 😅. What do yall think?

I love this! Thank you so much, Your writing style is great.

Viktor with a gn partner taking a shower together? Not necessarily nsfw but like fluff?washing his hair and smothering him in affection. Complementing him, doing their best to make him feel loved??

If that’s okay ofc!!

i tried my best to fulfil this request, but it turned out more playful than i originally intended — i hope you’re not mad at me for it!

viktor x gn!reader, established relationship, fluff — just lovers being adorable little goofballs while taking a shower.

wc: 350

tags: @zaunitearchives

“Are you trying to cook me alive?” the genuine worry in his voice pulls you out of the brief trance, forcing your eyes to shyly tear away from the damp curls stuck to his temples — gaze lingers on his flushed chest instead, making you question whether the water is actually too boiling for his liking.

“Respectfully, Viktor — you wouldn’t make a nice meal,” your choice of a tease is amiable, followed by an almost impalpable pinch to a humble curve of his buttock, and the audacity earns you a choked up ‘oh’ — not any less playful than your thoughtless little affections. “There’s not much to chew on.”

“In that case — you are a hypocrite,” he exhales, back arched under the touch of a fluffy washcloth, and you make sure to languidly drag it all the way down to the base of his spine, thoroughly polishing each visible under the slimline skin vertebrae — then gently dipping the foaming sponge into the smaller of his back, cowardly aware both of the pretty blush covering his cheeks and of the fact it has little to do with the temperature of the water now.

“Come again?” you muse back, tongue darts out to lick at the tiny droplets on the sharp angle of his shoulder. You could just toy with him like this forever — kissing those clear beads away, then watching them cover his pale body all over again — a sight enticing enough to be worthy of a horrific water bill.

“Well, your claim simply contradicts your behavior,” he explains, half-lidded eyes staring at you from under the thick row of wet lashes. “You are rather insistent on devouring me most of the time — so perhaps I’m not that inedible after all.”

“I was trying to be romantic, you know.”

“Oh, believe me, I do,” he’s quick to reassure you with a sloppy attempt of a kiss, wet foreheads bumping against each other with a little thump. “Though I would much prefer it if you showered me in your love instead. So please, darling — make the water cooler before it melts my skin off.”

Viktor x GN!Reader x Jayce A love so soft.

"Viktor?"

"Mmh?"

"Care to sleep with me tonight?"

Looking up from the notes he was reading and writing on, his bags under his eyes were bigger than ever, his cheekbones on full display. He sighs, but nods, pushing the notes away from himself. Smiling, I opened the door to one of the side rooms, after seeing them pull all-nighters I made the cleaning closet into a small sleeping room for the both of them to use. I had my own lab but usually, I was found in their lab, my own project pushed into a corner as they worked tirelessly on their hextech dream.

A small grin was on my face as I had light up some candles, together with some sweet milk in the corner for him to drink. Hearing his cane hit the ground a few times I knew he was standing beside me. With a grin on my face, I turned around, seeing his eyes slightly widen. Kissing his cheek, I pulled him inside, helping him sit down as the beds were right onto the ground. Softly asking him if he needed help. The only answer I got from him is him leaning into my side, with a soft smile, I undid his tie. Whispering sweet nothing to him, telling him how proud of him I am, and to be lucky to have him in my life. Only for him to push a hand against my face, telling me to stop, covering his face, as he had turned red. Offering him an apology, undoing the buttons of his blouse, kissing his shoulder, folding it so he could wear it again later.

Telling him to sit up, I slide off the bed onto the floor, undoing his brace, softly massaging at the joints, a groan leaving his lips. Eyes staring down at me, and the only thing I could see in his breathtaking eyes was love and a certain kind of softness. Carefully laying away the brace, I helped him out of his pants, a small hiss leaving his mouth as he moved his leg wrong. Kissing his knee, his hand cupping my face, leaning into his soft touch, he slightly pulled on it telling me he wanted me to join him on the bed again. Climbing in, I crawled to the back, patting the spot next to me as I pulled out the sweet milk and my own favorite drink.

"Thank you, Darling."

Kissing his jawline, I hummed shimming into the covers, a laugh leaving Viktor, pressing against my side. Staring up a conversation about how far they are into their current project, but him also asking about my own project. As our drinks were emptied, Viktor was slowly falling asleep as I quickly undressed, I pulled the covers up to our chin his hands already reaching for me I chuckled, kissing his nose I blew out the candles. As soon as light left the room, Viktor pulled me into his chest, running my fingers through his hair, feeling him lean into my hands. When light broke our peaceful moment only for a soft and familiar voice to reach our ears.

"Seems we are finally getting some sleep, Viktor."

A groan was all he got, Jayce himself laughing, taking off his clothing crawling into bed. Pulling Viktor close to him, kissing the side of his head a pleasant hum left Viktors mouth, softly smiling at them. Pushing myself closer to Viktor, laying on my side pushing my legs under Viktors so his leg was resting, Viktors hand found mine.

"Hello to you too, my dear."

Leaning over Viktor, Jayce lips softly pushed against me, not leaving me behind in affection. As he pulled back I leaned up to him quickly giving him an extra peck on the lips. With a grin on his face, he plopped back next to Viktor, taking hold of my other hand, trying to pull me closer to the two of them. The conversation started up again, Jayce talking about the council and how they were super boring, Viktor chuckled his head laying on Jayces' shoulder, my chin resting on his shoulder. A soft smile present on my lips, I stared at the two, just so lucky to have them in my life. Jayce golden eyes were filled with love as he listened to Viktor talk, Viktor himself had his close, sleep was slowly pulling at his mind, words coming out softly. A hand on my cheek was what snapped me out of my mind, looking up at Jayce, a grin on his face, his thumb rubbing my cheek as it burned red.

"What is your beautiful mind thinking about, Love?"

"You and Viktor."

Viktors amber eyes opened looking at me, soft smile playing on his lips, hand moving to my neck.

"Sorry, I just... I love you guys so much."

Hands slid down my body as I leaned over them, bringing them into a hug, digging my face between their shoulders. Feeling them hug me back, soft whispers of how much they loved me too, never wanting to lose me and they would always be here for me. Sliding back, I kissed them, whispering against their lips again how much I love them. Fully laying back onto my place, their hands found my own, sleep finally settling in with Jayce and me. Pulling us closer, Jayce hummed, Viktor asleep, as I brushed his hair out of the brilliant scientist face, Jayce and I made eye contact, so much love in those golden eyes, as they slide close. I hoped this moment could last forever, save tucked away in the arms of my lovers.

what a life that would be.

Viktor x GN!Reader x Jayce A love so soft.

"Viktor?"

"Mmh?"

"Care to sleep with me tonight?"

Looking up from the notes he was reading and writing on, his bags under his eyes were bigger than ever, his cheekbones on full display. He sighs, but nods, pushing the notes away from himself. Smiling, I opened the door to one of the side rooms, after seeing them pull all-nighters I made the cleaning closet into a small sleeping room for the both of them to use. I had my own lab but usually, I was found in their lab, my own project pushed into a corner as they worked tirelessly on their hextech dream.

A small grin was on my face as I had light up some candles, together with some sweet milk in the corner for him to drink. Hearing his cane hit the ground a few times I knew he was standing beside me. With a grin on my face, I turned around, seeing his eyes slightly widen. Kissing his cheek, I pulled him inside, helping him sit down as the beds were right onto the ground. Softly asking him if he needed help. The only answer I got from him is him leaning into my side, with a soft smile, I undid his tie. Whispering sweet nothing to him, telling him how proud of him I am, and to be lucky to have him in my life. Only for him to push a hand against my face, telling me to stop, covering his face, as he had turned red. Offering him an apology, undoing the buttons of his blouse, kissing his shoulder, folding it so he could wear it again later.

Telling him to sit up, I slide off the bed onto the floor, undoing his brace, softly massaging at the joints, a groan leaving his lips. Eyes staring down at me, and the only thing I could see in his breathtaking eyes was love and a certain kind of softness. Carefully laying away the brace, I helped him out of his pants, a small hiss leaving his mouth as he moved his leg wrong. Kissing his knee, his hand cupping my face, leaning into his soft touch, he slightly pulled on it telling me he wanted me to join him on the bed again. Climbing in, I crawled to the back, patting the spot next to me as I pulled out the sweet milk and my own favorite drink.

"Thank you, Darling."

Kissing his jawline, I hummed shimming into the covers, a laugh leaving Viktor, pressing against my side. Staring up a conversation about how far they are into their current project, but him also asking about my own project. As our drinks were emptied, Viktor was slowly falling asleep as I quickly undressed, I pulled the covers up to our chin his hands already reaching for me I chuckled, kissing his nose I blew out the candles. As soon as light left the room, Viktor pulled me into his chest, running my fingers through his hair, feeling him lean into my hands. When light broke our peaceful moment only for a soft and familiar voice to reach our ears.

"Seems we are finally getting some sleep, Viktor."

A groan was all he got, Jayce himself laughing, taking off his clothing crawling into bed. Pulling Viktor close to him, kissing the side of his head a pleasant hum left Viktors mouth, softly smiling at them. Pushing myself closer to Viktor, laying on my side pushing my legs under Viktors so his leg was resting, Viktors hand found mine.

"Hello to you too, my dear."

Leaning over Viktor, Jayce lips softly pushed against me, not leaving me behind in affection. As he pulled back I leaned up to him quickly giving him an extra peck on the lips. With a grin on his face, he plopped back next to Viktor, taking hold of my other hand, trying to pull me closer to the two of them. The conversation started up again, Jayce talking about the council and how they were super boring, Viktor chuckled his head laying on Jayces' shoulder, my chin resting on his shoulder. A soft smile present on my lips, I stared at the two, just so lucky to have them in my life. Jayce golden eyes were filled with love as he listened to Viktor talk, Viktor himself had his close, sleep was slowly pulling at his mind, words coming out softly. A hand on my cheek was what snapped me out of my mind, looking up at Jayce, a grin on his face, his thumb rubbing my cheek as it burned red.

"What is your beautiful mind thinking about, Love?"

"You and Viktor."

Viktors amber eyes opened looking at me, soft smile playing on his lips, hand moving to my neck.

"Sorry, I just... I love you guys so much."

Hands slid down my body as I leaned over them, bringing them into a hug, digging my face between their shoulders. Feeling them hug me back, soft whispers of how much they loved me too, never wanting to lose me and they would always be here for me. Sliding back, I kissed them, whispering against their lips again how much I love them. Fully laying back onto my place, their hands found my own, sleep finally settling in with Jayce and me. Pulling us closer, Jayce hummed, Viktor asleep, as I brushed his hair out of the brilliant scientist face, Jayce and I made eye contact, so much love in those golden eyes, as they slide close. I hoped this moment could last forever, save tucked away in the arms of my lovers.

what a life that would be.

Human Testing: Viktor (Arcane) x Fem!Reader SMUT

Three words: Viktor, my love.

Note: I’m not a chemist. Please don’t fact check this, it’s all an excuse for the reader to get railed. Also, this was not proofread, but I may come back to it some other time that isn’t 1:30am.

Synopsis: An unfortunate lab incident results in a more than pleasant night.

Warnings: NSFW. Aphrodisiac. Smut with Feelings. Dirty Talk. Friends-to-Lovers. Lab Sex. Slight Public Sex. Brief Oral. Riding. Unprotected Sex.

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The Start of something Dangerous Pt1

Pairing:  Yandere Machine Viktor x F Reader

No under 18's

@anoncat-007 thank you for the interesting fic idea ;)

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Ideas thrown in the wind #3

Ideas thrown in the wind #3 Pairing:  Yandere Machine! Viktor x F! Reader A/N: Anyone who wants to take one of these ideas of mine and cha

Just a little PSA. This will take place a few years after the events of the end of Arcane Season 1. Whatever happens in this fic is my own musings and not canon. No warnings yet, this is more of a prologue ;) Also, this is my first fic, so I hope you all enjoy.

Part 2 ; Part 3

You slowly sit down at your desk; it’s been a long day and it seems the paperwork just won’t end. You sigh as you take a sip of your fresh coffee, just the thing you need to keep going. The subtle taste of the sweetmilk you use to flavour your coffee brings back both fond and sorrowful memories. You remember the man who you gave your heart to so many years ago, his golden eyes forever embedded into your memories. You see them now almost as if the man himself were standing before you, giving you that same look he did the day you left him and you have to blink back tears at the recollection…

“Viktor, I’m sorry. I just can’t do this anymore. I can’t sit by and watch you kill yourself!”

“Do you have a better solution, my dove? Because it doesn’t seem like anyone else does. Doctors, Jayce, no one has any answers for me. So please, do enlighten me.”

“You know I don’t. I’m not a doctor or a scientist. But I do love you and I wish instead of killing yourself you’d spend what time you have left with those you love. Please Viktor, for me.”

“Can’t you see that’s exactly why I’m doing this. So that I’ll have more time to spend with you. So that I’ll have time to leave behind a legacy, my own legacy. If you love me as you say you do, you would understand this. You would want this for me.”

“I do love you. I will always love you. But I can’t continue to stand by and watch you kill yourself in your pursuit of a Hextech cure for yourself. Goodbye Viktor, I really do hope you find what you’re looking for.”

You remember gently touching his cheek before walking away; that was the last time you saw him, your last memory of him looking at you with something akin to despair in his beautiful golden eyes. Not long after that there was an attack on the council, some kind of bomb launched at the council chambers. Everyone would have died had it not been for councillor Medarda, she somehow felt the incoming bomb and managed to warn everyone to evacuate. Much of the building was destroyed, but buildings can be repaired; the important thing is that no one died that day. That’s the day the war between Piltover and Zaun started, that was also the day Viktor disappeared along with his Hex-claw and some of the Hex Crystals he and Jayce had created.

It had taken years, but things were finally better. A kind of unspoken truce had settled between Piltover and Zaun, even though no one dares cross the bridge unless completely necessary. Jayce has tried many times to get in contact with whomever now rules Zaun, but every time he’s met with hostility and sidestepping; but he swears he won’t stop, he wants a working relationship between Zaun and Piltover.

“Mama! Mama!”

You’re pulled from your reverie by an adorable ten-year-old boy who comes running in, brandishing some sort of contraption in his hands. His chestnut hair is wild and curling in every direction, his golden eyes shining with delight and you can’t help but feel a gentle smile tug at the corners of your lips.

“What is it my little monkey?”

“Mama, look what I made?!”

He hands you the object he was holding and you start to carefully examine it as he watches you intently. You slowly turn it over in your hands, looking at it from every possible angle. It looks like a three-dimensional star, but you can’t really see what it’s for. You smile as you hold it back out to your son.

“It’s very beautiful, does it do anything?”

He grins happily as he takes it, twisting it so that one of the stars points pop open to reveal the empty space inside.

“It’s a jewellery box! I made it for you mama!”

You pull him into a tight hug as you place kisses all over his face and he squeals with joy as he pretends to try and push your face away.

“Moooooom!”

You hear laughter coming from the doorway and you see your best friend standing there, shaking his head at you and your son.

“The poor kid never had a chance.”

Your son turns to look at him and then runs over to hug one of his legs.

“Uncle Jayce! Mom liked her jewellery box!”

“I’m glad. Did you tell her how hard you worked on it?”

Your son nods vigorously before running out of the room and not long after you hear him busy in his room, possibly building something else. You stand up and walk over to Jayce, giving him a welcoming hug. He returns the hug and you feel him let out a sigh, making you smile.

“Long day, Counsellor?”

He slowly releases you, smiling as he nods.

“Too long. But nothing I’m not used to. How about you?”

You lead him to the kitchen, putting the kettle on to boil once more as you and Jayce talk. You both became a lot closer since Viktor left, relying on each other. Your friendship with him became even more important to you once you found out you were pregnant with Viktor’s child. Jayce and Mel both helped through all of it; pregnancy, birth and everything that’s followed since. You even made Jayce your sons godfather and he’s been diligently living up to that role. Jayce has even been teaching him about science and helping him build whatever he can imagine, the little jewellery box his latest invention of sorts. He’s so much like Viktor it makes your heart hurt. He’s smart and brave and if one of his ideas doesn’t work, he keeps at it until it does. And as intelligent as he is he has an even bigger heart; if he isn’t bringing home something he made he brings home some kind of stray animal, staring at you with big doe eyes as he begs you to let him keep it. You love your son more than you ever thought it possible to love another human being.

…

A few weeks pass in relative peace, work consuming most of your time. Today you decide to stop working early and go by the lab to pick up Ambrose, saving Jayce the effort of dropping him off. He’s been spending more and more time with Jayce, becoming kind of his unofficial lab assistant. You three have an understanding; Ambrose goes to school and then he may go to the lab once school is out, but he may only start helping Jayce with his work once his homework is finished. Jayce often tells you of little Ambrose sighing in annoyance at his school work as he rushes to finish it, science far more interesting to him than learning proper grammar or history. You smile now, remembering this as you push open the lab door, knocking on the door frame as you walk in. You notice Jayce sitting at his table, deeply engrossed in his notes as he scribbles furiously and you clear your throat to try and get his attention. His head bobs up and he looks at you, a smile slowly spreading on his lips.

“Y/N, what brings you here today? Miss me that much?”

You feel your brows furrow in confusion as you look at him.

“Where’s Ambrose?”

“What do you mean? He told me yesterday he wasn’t coming. He said you’d asked him to go home after school, that you needed him for something today.”

You feel ice form in your veins as dread seizes your heart. Your face must have told him everything because Jayce suddenly jumps up, looking almost as worried as you feel.

“Fuck. Now it makes sense. He’s been asking about Viktor more and more.”

You narrow your eyes at him.

“And what exactly did you tell him?”

“Only the basics. He was a genius scientist and my best friend and that you both truly loved each other. I also told him Vik came from Zaun but that he did all of his studies here and this is where all of us met.”

Something seems to fall into place in your mind and you turn quickly, rushing out and going home as fast as your feet can carry you. You burst into Ambrose’s room, walking straight to his desk and going through all the papers strewn about, absentmindedly thinking how he’s just as messy as his father. Your fears are confirmed when you find notes on Zaun, maps of some of the areas with notes written in a messy scrawl all of them pointing to one place. An abandoned factory in the dark depths of Zaun with two words written next to it:

“Machine Herald”

The Start of something Dangerous Pt2

Here is a link to Part 1, if you haven't read it yet ;) And here is Part 3

No under 18's

Pairing: Yandere Machine Viktor x F Reader

Warnings: Mentions of blood and gore. Alludes to possible SA/mugging. Some possible angst? And stressful situations.

Note: I wrote this while listening to the Arcane Score soundtrack, so if you want to add to the angst and dread, I suggest listening to that as you read this. Enjoy. Part 3 coming soon.

I named your and Viktor's son Ambrose because if you search the meaning, Ambrose means Immortal or Immortality. Thought it kind of fitting ;)

The door creaks open slowly and out of the corner of his eye he can just see Blitzcrank peak his head inside of his work room. With an audible sigh the Machine Herald looks up at his creation, the mask obscuring the frown on his face.

“What is it Blitzcrank? You know I do not like being disturbed when I’m working.”

“Father unit, there is a child at the door seeking…”

Blitz doesn’t even get a chance to finish his sentence before a child rushes past him causing the Machine Herald to jump to his feet as Blitz tries to grab the small intruding figure, failing as the child nimbly moves out of his grasp and runs to embrace the Machine Heralds leg in what he can only assume is a hug. The child looks up at him with an expectant, almost hopeful look and there’s something familiar about the young face staring up at him. The Herald lets out a huff as he, as gently as is possible for him, tries to extricate his leg from the death grip the child has on it.

“Who are you, child? And why are you here? You don’t seem to need my help?”

“I knew you were alive! And now I’ve found you! Mama is going to be so happy when I tell her!”

…

Your boots thud against the cobbled road as you run towards the bridge, not sure how Ambrose made it across, but knowing him and his determination, if that’s what he wanted to do he would have found a way. You silently curse yourself for being so foolish, an intelligent boy such as himself, of course he would want to see the place his father grew up in; but what does this Machine Herald have to do with that? Even in Piltover you’ve heard talk about him, how he experiments on the residents of Zaun only to leave them disfigured once he’s done with them or grows bored of them. You shudder to think what he might do to your dear Ambrose should he get his hands on him. You ignore the burning in your chest as you start to run even faster, your son’s safety the only thing you care about.

It took a substantial bribe, but you’ve made; “Welcome to Zaun” you think to yourself as you wrap your scarf around your mouth and nose to try and block out the smog clogging the air. Pulling up your dark grey hood you set off deeper into the dark undercity, praying your sense of direction doesn’t fail you as you glance at the map Ambrose had left in his room. You’ve only been here once before, and that time you had Viktor as a guide. You had foolishly accompanied him on his quest to obtain shimmer from an old acquaintance of his in his pursuit to use the Hexcore on himself. You hadn’t wanted him to travel to the undercity alone, even if you didn’t approve of his plans. You sigh as you now try to navigate these twisted roads and alleyways on your own, your heart ready to jump out of your chest at the rate it’s beating. You glance down at the map in your hands, just a few more turns and you should be there, you just pray that Ambrose is safe. You look up from your map as you turn a corner, only to stop dead in your tracks. Your path is blocked by two rather imposing men who suddenly look up at your arrival, stopping whatever discussion they were having.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt. I think I took a wrong turn.”

As you spin around to leave, you walk straight into the chest of a third man entering the alleyway just behind you. A sturdy arm wraps around your waist to keep you from falling, but doesn’t seem to be letting go now that you’re steady on your feet again. A menacing grin spreads over his face as you try and push him away from you with all of your might. You hear the other two men now start to move closer and you feel panic rising in your throat like bile.

“Let go of me!”

“Now, now. The less you struggle, the faster this will be over.”

“I said let go of me you brute!!”

The three men erupt with laughter at you; weather it’s because of your useless struggling or your feeble attempt at name calling, you can’t be sure. The arm around your waist becomes a crushing vice and you struggle to draw a full breath, hopelessly pushing and swatting at the man holding you. You can hear your own blood pounding in your ears, deafening you to the sounds around you as your fight to free yourself consumes you; when suddenly the arm around you goes slack and the feeling of something warm and viscous sprays onto your face. You open your eyes that you hadn’t even realized you’d shut tight only to be met with some kind of horror in front of you. All three men lay bloodied and bleeding around you, their eyes open and staring at nothing as a small river of red slowly pools around your boots before flowing out into the dark abandoned street of Zaun. You feel your body tense up and as you inhale to let out a scream, something clamps over your mouth. A strange, yet sweet smell fills your nose and lungs and fogs over your brain and suddenly everything goes dark…

The Start of something Dangerous Pt3

Here is Part 1 & Part 2 if you missed it. This is the final part of this fic, I hope you all have enjoyed it. @anoncat-007 @sweetpotato-97

No under 18's

Pairing: Yandere Machine Viktor x F Reader

Warnings: NSFW smut, Angst, Mentions of murder, Strangling. I think that's it... Sorry if forgot something.

Note: I absolutely love Blitzcrank, he's such a good older brother. Wish there was more Blitz content in this. So as I said, this is the final part, and get ready, because it's a long one. ;)

You wake up slowly as you feel someone shaking you softly, trying to stir you from your involuntary slumber. As you are finally able to open your eyes, you see a massive shape looming over you and you somehow by sheer reflex manage to fling yourself to the opposite side of the bed you’re lying on, a small squeak of a scream escaping your lips. The copper golem stares at you, bright blue eyes unblinking as it studies you. It doesn’t seem to be a threat, at least not at the moment. You can’t help but smile as it slowly tilts its head from one side to the other, as if pondering a question.

“It is good you are finally awake, mother unit. Brother has been asking for you. He is currently in the lab; father unit is showing him how he builds the parts to help the people.”

Your eyes widen as you jump to your feet, walking over to the golem you grasp one of his large hands in both of yours, your eyes pleading.

“Please take me to my son.”

He nods and turns, leading you out of the room. As you follow him you notice the height of the ceiling, realising this must be the warehouse on the map from Ambrose’s room; it must have been refurbished to double as a house and workshop. You walk past a kitchen and living room area before the golem turns and climbs up a flight of stairs. He slowly pushes open a door at the top and the sound of your son’s voice drifts out. You quickly push past him, only to freeze in your tracks as the sight before you leaves you stunned. Your son is happily talking to, for lack of a better description, something. A tall figure looms over Ambrose; where the golem has a more rounded body that makes him look jolly, this figure is all metal plates and angles. It looks like a high-tech suit of armour, but it’s more than that. You can make out the flesh of the figures neck fusing with the shoulder piece of the armour and you know it’s his body. There’s some cloth draped over one shoulder and his back like a cape and a loin cloth rests over his hips to hang down between his legs; for modesty or aesthetics, you can’t be sure. His dark hair moves with every turn or nod of his head and you can just make out that he looks to be wearing a mask. The Machine Herald, this is him; and he has your son enraptured, hanging on every word he speaks. You urge your frozen body to move, to push past the fear and dread holding you in place like a vice. With a surge of energy, you quickly cross the distance to push your body in-between that of the Herald and your son, glaring up at him as you reach a hand back to hold your son against you.

“Get away from him! I’m taking my son and we’re leaving.”

You start moving away from him, pulling your son with you as you feel him try to resist, when the Herald speaks up. His voice sounds familiar, curling the words with that accent you love.

“Would you really deprive a father of his son? Especially when we’ve only just met?”

“Vik… Viktor?”

Your son manages to pull free of your grip and run over to him, jumping up and down excitedly.

“Look mama! I found him. I knew he was alive. Aren’t you proud of me?”

Your attention snaps back to your son and you find yourself wresting with a slew of emotions, too many to sort through right now. So, you kneel down slowly, putting yourself at eye level with your son as you try to remain calm and keep your tone even.

“You ran away from home, Ambrose. I was worried about you. You could have gotten hurt, or worse, while trying to get here. Do you understand that?”

Ambrose looks down at his feet, the dejected look on his little face making him look more like the ten-year-old boy he is than the young man he tries to be. The Herald bends down to place a hand on your son’s shoulder, trying to comfort him.

“Perhaps you and Blitzcrank should go to the kitchen for some sweetmilk while your mother and I speak.”

Before you can argue he looks at you and even though he’s wearing a mask, his gaze is so intense that you find your protests dying on your tongue. Ambrose nods and Blitzcrank claps his large metallic hands in delight.

“Sweetmilk for brother. Come! We shall have some brother bonding.”

He leads Ambrose out, leaving you and the Machine Herald alone in the large workroom. The walls are lined with desks over strewn with mechanical equipment and shelves filled with all kinds of metal parts and pieces. Right in the centre of the room is a kind of operating table, the kind you’d expect in a hospital, with a large light on a movable arm hovering above it. A strange thought pops into your head and makes you smile despite yourself.

“I believe greetings are in order, doctor Frankenstein?”

He lets out a soft chuckle before slowly lifting up the mask to reveal his face, his hair falling onto his forehead like it used to. As his golden glowing eyes land on you, a soft gasp escapes your lips. The whites of his eyes are now black and the golden irises emit a soft glow, his skin is still pale, although it seems a bit more ashen now; but it’s still him. He’s alive. You jump to your feet, rushing towards him; you throw your arms around his neck in a tight hug. You feel his arms wrapping around you slowly, cautiously; almost like he’s afraid if he touches you, he’ll realize it’s a mirage. His metal chest is cold and hard against you, and try as you might you can’t ignore that he’s the same, but also vastly different. You let out a sigh as you slowly pull away, putting some space between the two of you so that you can look up at him, look into his eyes. His hands remain at your waist, refusing to let you move too far away.

“So, how much of you is still you and how much is metal?”

He does a slight head cock, the “Eh” leaving his lips like it used to, and immediately you’re reminded of the old Viktor. The Viktor who would get flustered at the slightest compliment. The Viktor who made you a metallic silver rose, because normal roses wilt and die. And even though this Viktor reminds you of your Viktor, he isn’t him, not anymore.

“I had to replace my lungs, for obvious reasons. A few other non-essential organs I also replaced, just for ease and before any other medical issues might take hold. I fused most of my skin with a synthetic alloy I invented. It functions as normal skin would, but it is much more durable. I had to combine my blood with a self-engineered bio-fuel to get the new mechanical organs to function with the normal ones; a difficult, albeit rewarding experience. Luckily my new projects don’t require such extensive alterations. I’ve been successful in making any new organs or limbs work with regular blood supplied by the body. That way my patients don’t need to have their blood suffused regularly, like I do.”

You smile as he continues to speak, apparently the passion he has for his work still gets him carried away with his explanations. He’s always been able to ramble on and on about whatever he’s working on, trying to explain it to you or whomever might want to hear. Your own musings are suddenly interrupted when you feel his warm breath on your neck, just below your ear as he whispers:

“But I made sure to save your favourite parts of me. My face; because I remember how much you enjoyed caressing my beauty spots whenever we were in bed together, lying in each other’s arms. My heart, because it has always been yours. And lastly, the one part of me that always managed to make you scream my name.”

One of his hands slide off your waist to grasp your hand and place it firmly between his legs. You feel, beneath that damn loin cloth, his cock twitching and hot as your palm presses over it. A quiet “Fuck” escapes your lips as you close your eyes, involuntary memories of days spent in his bed playing across your eyelids. You feel his lips graze over your cheek, leaving a burning trail across your skin, before planting a feverish kiss on your lips. You wrap your arms around his neck once more, one of your hands knotting in his hair as you return the kiss. You kiss him with all the love and longing for him that you had kept locked up inside of your heart all these years. Tears sting your eyes as he holds you tightly against his chest, lifting you up off of the floor to place more kisses along your neck and jaw before returning to your mouth. You feel your longing for him bleed down your body to a more intimate part of yourself, a moan escaping your lips and he moans in return. You open your eyes and the heat of his gaze is enough to pull another moan from you.

“Viktor. I need you.”

With one arm he sweeps everything off of the desk next to him, placing you on top of it in a sitting position. He kneels in front of you, pulling off your pants with rushed and shaking hands before his head disappears between your legs as his hands move under your knees to hook your legs over his shoulders. You let out a ragged breath in a hiss as you feel his tongue flick over your clit, already warm and soaked from your arousal. You hear him moan in appreciation as his lips close around your clit to suck on it, the action makes your head snap back as your back arches, his name leaving your lips like a prayer and a curse. His head moves back so he can look up at you, a devilish smile on his face.

“Remove the rest of your clothes for me, my dove?”

Your hands happily oblige before your mind can even fully process the request and you feel him move to stand between your legs, his loin cloth now removed. His hands slowly hook your legs over his hips as he leans in to take one of your now bare nipples into his mouth. His tongue is warm as it swirls around your nipple while he sucks on it. His hands rest on your hips, holding you in place on the edge of the table as he rubs his throbbing cock between your folds. His mouth releases your nipple to place kisses up your chest and in your neck, the cold air a stark contrast to his warm mouth. He moans against the skin of your throat, his lips vibrating with the sound.

“You’re perfect. My beautiful love.”

He kisses you then as he starts to push his cock inside of you, achingly slowly. You kiss him feverishly, a mess of lips and tongues as your hands find hold in his hair, like a grounding element to keep your soul from soaring away from all the pleasure you feel. You feel him fill you perfectly, like you were made for each other; before he pulls out only to repeat the process, igniting a spark in your belly that shoots up your spine. It isn’t long before you feel that familiar sensation, like standing on a precipice before suddenly falling. You feel his name leave your lips as you constrict around his cock, your ecstasy taking over as you reach your climax. You vaguely hear him whispering your name into your hair as you feel yourself come down from your high, his arms wrapped around you to hold you against his chest. You feel him shaking slightly as his own climax starts to subside and he kisses your hair, simply holding you. You sigh contentedly when something catches your eye; a rust-coloured stain on his cape, just past his shoulder. Images come flooding back to your memory; the men lying in the alleyway, bleeding out. The cold hand clamping over your mouth to press the rag over your nose, and the glimpse of a mask with golden eyes before the world went dark. You pull away suddenly, as much as you can in your current position; to stare up at him with wide eyes.

“It was you. You killed those men!”

He sighs, sounding slightly annoyed as he pulls out of you, leaving you feeling strangely empty. You climb off the table to grab your clothes, praying your knees don’t give in after what just transpired between the two of you.

“They were going to kill you Y/N. What was I supposed to do? Let them?”

You manage to grab your shirt and pull it on, trying to cover up your naked body and recover some of your modesty. Viktor doesn’t seem to have the same qualms, his loin cloth lying forgotten on the floor as he paces slightly.

“Eh, honestly, I was hoping you wouldn’t even remember that whole ordeal. The substance I used to render you unconscious was supposed to cause short term memory loss.”

You stare at him incredulously, his blasé attitude towards human life leaving you feeling stunned.

“You could have simply stopped them! You didn’t need to kill them.”

He lets out a huff as he turns his full gaze back to rest on you, no longer pacing.

“Do not fool yourself Y/N. This is Zaun. They would not hesitate to kill you, so why should I hesitate to do the same?”

You shake your head as you gather the rest of your clothes, trying to get dressed quickly.

“If that’s how easy it is for you to kill someone, then Ambrose and I won’t be staying. I won’t let my son…”

He’s on you in the blink of an eye, a hand wrapping around your throat to hold you in place as a third arm appears from under his cloak to train a glowing eye on you. He attached the Hex-claw to his back it seems.

“OUR son. Our son that you chose not to tell me about. That you chose to keep from me. No, my dear Y/N, you and OUR son won’t be going anywhere. This is your home now.”

You desperately claw at his hand, trying to remove it from your throat as your lungs beg for air.

“Vik… Please…”

He relaxes his grip, but only slightly, and you greedily suck air into your body as your lungs burn from the strain. His eyes harden as he looks down at you, his voice gaining a tinge of venom as he speaks.

“You are mine. You walked away from me once because I was too weak to stop you. Never again.”

You glare up at him, the tone of your voice matching his.

“Jayce will come looking for us.”

He surprises you by laughing.

“Then I will kill him. No one will take you from me. Do you understand now Y/N?”

He pulls you close to lean in and say into your ear as you hear Ambrose laughing in the hallway with Blitzcrank.

“You. Are. Mine.”

Unfinished Business Part 1

First off, this is a kind of sequel to my first fic "The Start of something Dangerous". It's going to start with a flash-back of how Y/N and Viktor met, since I'm sure some of you are curious about that, so that's what I cover in this part and the start of Part 2. Then it will continue from where my other fic left off. So I hope you enjoy ;) . No under 18's.

Pairing: Yandere Viktor/Machine Viktor x F Reader

Warnings: mentions of Blood, Fluff, Smut and some swearing

Part 2 ; Part 3

“Mama, how did you and father meet? You’ve never actually told me.”

“I have also wondered about this, mother unit. Please tell us?”

You smile as you watch Blitzcrank sit down next to your son’s bed, his head tilting to one side in curiosity as he looks up at you. Ambrose is already snugly tucked in, blankets folded in underneath him to make him look like a little caterpillar with only his head sticking out past the folds of material. With a small chuckle you pull the chair from his desk closer to his bed, sitting down in it to watch the two of them as you speak. Ambrose and Blitzcrank have become very close in a short amount of time, almost inseparable. You smile at the two of them as you take a breath and square your shoulders, ready to begin.

“Well, it all started a long time ago, in a kingdom far far away…”

“Mooom…”

You smile at Ambrose as Blitzcrank lets out a soft mechanical chuckle at the indignation in his tone.

“Very well. You remember Councilwoman Mel Medarda?”

Ambrose nods as you watch Blitzcrank's eyes light up with recognition of the name.

“I also recall the name. Father unit once mentioned how his previous partner would often disappear from their lab to bury his intentions between miss Medarda’s…”

“Blitz!” You quickly interrupt him, eyes slightly wide as you try not to laugh. “Not in front of Ambrose. He’s too young to hear of… Jayce’s intentions.”

Ambrose laughs as Blitz releases steam from his joints, his way of showing embarrassment as his eyes glow somewhat brighter to signify a wide-eyed stare.

“My apologies brother and mother unit.”

Ambrose wriggles out of his cocoon of blankets to wrap his large metal brother in a tight hug as he grins. Blitz softly pats him on the back before helping him back into bed and pulling the blankets back up to cover Ambrose once more. You smile and nod in thanks at Blitzcrank before continuing your story…

You remember all those years ago, the Hex-gate had just finished being constructed and the City of Progress was once again a shining gem on the maps of Runeterra. You worked as a records keeper for Mel and she wanted to make sure that Piltover would forever remember the two men responsible for creating this futuristic marvel that would change the world. So, you gathered your notebooks and writing utensils and headed for the workshop of these mad geniuses. The double doors loom in front of you, their secrets closely guarded as two enforcers stand watch in the endless hallway. They seem to recognize you; which is the only reason they don’t stop you from knocking on one of the doors to the, newly coined, Hex-tech Laboratory. Silence stretches on for what feels like an eternity and you fear no one is even inside, so you decide to carefully push open the door. As you step inside there is a sudden loud crash next to you, making you jump and yelp clutching at your chest in surprise. You turn around to find the two scientists looking at you, surprised at your sudden presence, but also apologetic for the projectile that narrowly missed your shoulder. There is some kind of mechanical arm perched on the edge of the table between the two and it seems to be in the middle of a seizure, grabbing random items and flinging them about. One of these items, luckily just a pencil, hits the tall muscular man in the back of the head, snapping him back to attention. He spins around, swearing as he tries to get the mechanical arm under control. The other man, he has the most beautiful golden eyes, laughs softly before simply pulling a glowing orb from the base of the arm. The arm starts to slow and finally hangs limply as if it’s asleep. Both men turn to you once more, the muscular dark-haired man speaks first.

“Are you lost? This lab isn’t open to the public. So, we appreciate if you’re a fan, but you really can’t be here.”

“Oh, no. I’m not a fan. I mean I am, of course, who isn’t? But that’s not why I’m here…”

You trail off, closing your eyes as you slowly reach up to pinch the bridge of your nose in embarrassment. The golden eyed man simply smiles with amusement as the dark-haired man looks confused. You take a deep, steadying breath before you try to speak again.

“Mel sent me. My name is Y/N and I’m supposed to start a record on the both of you for our archives here in the Academy.”

The dark-haired man gets a knowing look as his eyes light up.

“Of course! I’m so sorry. She told me you were coming, but we got so caught up in our work I completely forgot. I’m Jayce Talis and this here is Viktor. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

You shake their hands in greeting and it isn’t long before you’re sitting at your own table, stacks of their notes all around you, as you write down any important information. Who would have guessed that these Giants of Industry would be two of the kindest, warmest people you would meet in your life? You smile to yourself as you hear them discuss and joke about their claw arm that seems to have a mind of its own. You feel yourself getting mesmerized by Viktor’s accent, his voice soft and soothing as he speaks.

“Perhaps we should create a way to control it instead of assuming it would simply do what we wish it to on its own?”

Jayce nods in agreement as he studies the arm.

“Like a glove that feeds directly into the arm, perhaps even add receptors that feed back into the glove, so the wielder will be able to tell how much pressure they need to apply? No glove, no love; right?”

You let out a short burst of laughter before clamping a hand over your mouth, a soft blush warming your cheeks as you feel their attention slowly shift towards you. You simply shake your head as you try not to laugh more, speaking without looking up.

“Sorry. Just pretend I’m not here.”

You quickly return to your work, trying to ignore their stares. Once they realize they’re not going to get any more out of you they also return to their work. You smile as you hear their voices once again fill the quiet room, letting out a soft sigh of relief.

It isn’t long before you find yourself in a kind of routine. You show up to the lab and take your place at the table set up for you. Once you hear your own stomach growl; you’ll look up to see how fast time has passed by and you’ll go down to the dining hall to get food for all three of you, because the gods know those two men would never stop working even if it was to feed themselves. The men will thank you for the food, claiming to not have noticed the time, even though you can always hear Jayce’s stomach growl almost at the same time yours does. After eating, you’ll finish out the rest of your day and then, as you’re packing up, you’ll start a short conversation with the men; filling them in on your progress or listening to their ideas on their latest invention or concept, before saying your goodbyes and going home.

One day you find yourself struggling to concentrate, your mind constantly drifting to other things; things like Viktor and how his hands move when he’s working on something. Or that soft “Eh” he makes every now and again as he thinks something over. You sigh, clearly you won’t be getting any actual work done today, so you decide to try something different. You take out your sketch book, pencils and whatever else you’ll need; after all, an archive wouldn’t be complete without renderings of the two mad scientists and their inventions, right? You quietly move your chair in a way that you’ll be able to observe both men, but you won’t be in their way. You prop both of your feet up on the corner of a table, trying to get comfortable, when you notice one of your shoes have come undone again. You shrug, deciding to ignore it; after all, you’re busy with more important things. You roll open the cloth you use to wrap all your drawing utensils in, laying it in your lap and you start to sketch both men with care, making sure to get all of the details just right. Now, by no means would you call yourself an artist, but you’ve never had anyone complain about your true to life sketches that you’ve done for the archives in the past. You bite your lip as you concentrate, the shading giving you some troubles since the lab has a strange kind of lighting. One small window is set high into the longest wall, casting long shadows on the floor; but the true lighting comes from Hex Crystals the men have either left lying around or purposely placed next to them for some illumination. They’ll use regular lights once the sun sets and the darkness becomes just a bit too much for the small spherical crystals. You sigh in frustration as you have to erase your efforts at shading once again, it keeps coming out looking cartoonish, as if the light is mocking you. You feel a hand on your shoulder suddenly, startling you back to reality and making you curse as you jump, almost throwing your sketchbook in the process. Viktor let’s out a soft chuckle from behind you.

“My apologies. I was not trying to frighten you.”

You can feel your heart pounding, slowly trying to climb back down your throat to its proper place.

“Well maybe then don’t sneak around. For a man with a cane, you walk way too fucking quietly.”

He laughs at that; a real, full breasted laugh and you can’t help but smile in return. Fuck, he’s so handsome, especially when he looks happy. And then his full gaze hits you, stealing your breath right from your lungs, and all you can do is stare. He gets a cocky grin before leaning in and speaking right into your ear.

“That soft gasp you make whenever you part your lips, it’s enough to get me hard.”

You feel your cheeks heat up at his words, a soft gasp escaping your lips as all ability to think abandons you. With a satisfied grin he walks back to his table as Jayce walks into the room; apparently, he’d left for a moment, long enough for Viktor to feel brazen enough to… flirt with you? You blink repeatedly, as if that might snap you out of this dream, but it isn’t a dream. You dump everything on your table and jump up, needing some air, a cold shower, anything.

“Who’s hungry? I’m going on a food run.”

You all but run for the door before they can even answer, and you’re almost free, when suddenly your shoe slips off your foot and sends you crashing to the floor in a jumble of limbs. Jayce is next to you in a flash, helping you up when you feel something wet soak into the front of your shirt. As you look down, all you see is blood, and you can feel it coming from your nose. By the concerned look Jayce gives you; you’re sure you’ve turned some shade of green or gone completely pale. You can see him speaking to you, but all you hear is ringing in your ears; a sign that your blood is quickly leaving the vicinity, leaving you light-headed. He quickly scoops you up and carries you to the infirmary, where you’re taken care of by a friendly looking nurse.

It doesn’t take too long for the bleeding to stop, and you’re relieved to find out your nose isn’t broken, you just burst a few capillaries when you landed face first on the floor. You slowly trudge back to the lab, and you’re painfully aware of your horrific appearance. Not only are you only wearing one shoe, your hair is a mess and your shirt makes it look like you lost a fight. Unfortunately, no one showed you your face, or you would have washed up first; your nose and chin is caked in dry blood and your eyes are slightly red and puffy from the pain of your nose to floor experience. You stop at the door to the lab, contemplating rather going straight home without your things, it’s not like they won’t still be there in the morning; but you have to at least try and finish your sketch. You know it’s going to haunt you all night if you don’t. So, begrudgingly, you push open the door. Both men turn expectantly, but their smiles quickly fade the moment they see you. You sigh and walk to your table, starting to pack up your things.

“Sorry, I know I probably look terrible. I just came for my stuff. Please ignore me.”

You feel someone hug you from behind and you quickly recognize Jayce’s burly arms wrapping around you.

“Y/N, are you alright?”

He lets go and turns you to face the both of them. Viktor looks almost guilty where he sits, his eyes meeting yours in a silent apology.

“Is there anything you need from us? Perhaps one of us could walk you home?”

You smile at the kind offer, but wave them off quickly.

“I’m fine. I’m sure it looks worse than it is. Luckily, I have a room here in the academy, so please don’t worry. I’ll see you both tomorrow.”

You give both of them a quick hug before slipping on your shoe, making sure it’s tied this time, and heading out of the lab. You can hear their concerned murmurs as you shut the door behind you, sighing as you walk back to your room in the academy. Every now and then you’ll pass a student who will stare at you in horror and you’re left wondering if you look worse than you thought. Finally you reach your door, pushing into your room with an exhausted sigh. You lock your door quickly and head for your bathroom, dropping your bag onto your bed ass you pass. As you finally see yourself in your mirror, a horrified shriek leaves you.

“What the fuck?!”