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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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The Start of something Dangerous (Finished)

Pairing: Yandere Machine Viktor x F Reader

Summary: You break up with Viktor, only to realize you're expecting his child. You decide to stick to your decision and don't tell him about your pregnancy, then the ending of Arcane unfolds and Viktor disappears. Years later your son manages to track down his father and now that you're back in his life, Viktor isn't letting you leave again.

Part 1 ; Part 2 ; Part 3

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Unfinished Business (Finished)

Pairing: Yandere Machine Viktor x F Reader

Summary: This is a bit of a continuation of "The Start of something Dangerous" and it delves into life with the Machine Herald. Your son is about to turn 11 and you plan a surprise party for him with the help of Blitzcrank, but nothing goes as planned when an unexpected guest shows up.

Part 1 ; Part 2 ; Part 3 ; Part 4

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My Love Will Never Die (Finished)

Pairing: Yandere Viktor x Yandere F Reader

Summary: This was an ask I received about wanting the reader as well as Viktor to be Yandere and their relationship. So how they become jealous when they see each other spend time with other people and how they "handle" these situations. The reader is a student at Piltover Academy, studying Music as well as Botany and this is where they meet Viktor for the first time. The title for this one was inspired by the song "My love will never die" by Claire Windham.

Part 1 ; Part 2 ; Part 3

Unfinished Business Part 4

Part 1 ; Part 2 ; Part 3

This is the final part, so I hope you all enjoy it. I just want to add this and say that I don't hate Jayce, I'm just using him as an antagonist because it made sense in this case that he would complicate things. So please, no Jayce hate, I honestly feel he is a redeemable character and I can't wait for season 2 of Arcane. And again, NO under 18's.

Pairing: Yandere Machine Viktor x F Reader

Warnings: Angst, Conflict, Swearing, Fighting, Blood, Smut, mentions of Death. Please read and interact responsibly.

The next few moments go by impossibly quickly; but to your eyes and in your mind, it feels like everything plays out in slow motion. Blitzcrank quickly pushes a distraught Ambrose into your arms before rushing to protect his father, moving much faster than you’d think possible for such a large automaton. Jayce’s hammer connects with Blitz who uses his body as a shield to protect Viktor, knocking him backwards into a wall with a loud clang reverberating through the room. The Hex-claw comes to life, pushing out from beneath Viktor’s cape to focus on the hammer. The orb at its centre turns a molten red like an angry eye, before a beam of energy shoots out, cutting through the handle of the hammer like a hot knife through butter. The head of the massive hammer drops to the ground sending blue sparks in all directions, the impact shaking the room as Viktor pushes Jayce into a wall with enough force to rattle his skull; throwing over a table and sending everything on top of it flying. Fighting for air, Jayce starts to grasp and claw at the hand squeezing at his throat, trying to break free as Viktor snarls in his face, the Hex-claw moving to refocus on Jayce while Ambrose sobs the words “Stop it!” repeatedly as you hold him against your chest. Blitzcrank pushes back onto his feet, releasing steam from all of his joints at the effort, a large dent now evident on the front of his armoured body. You feel your chest fill with a large pull of air as you see Blitz getting ready to re-join the scuffle.

“STOP!! That’s enough!!”

Your voice resounding off the walls as you cradle Ambrose protectively and all eyes turn to you, everyone seemingly frozen in place for a moment. With a huff, Viktor lets go of Jayce who slides to the ground with a loud thud while Blitzcrank gathers the head of the broken hammer and crushes it between his hands, sending broken parts and pieces raining down to the ground as another bout of steam releases from his joints with a loud hiss. Looking over to Jinx you feel relieved to see that she is just unconscious, her breathing steady. As Jayce starts to get up you nail him with a glare that could turn a Basilisk to stone and he freezes in place; a look of shock on his face.

“Stay right where you are or I won’t be so kind as to ask them to stop a second time.”

You walk to Blitzcrank and he opens his arms welcomingly for Ambrose who snuggles right up against his brother when you hand him over.

“Blitz, please take Ambrose to his room for now and stay with him. The adults need to try and have a conversation.”

Blitzcrank nods and you lovingly wipe away a few tears still clinging to Ambrose’s cheeks, trying to calm him as best you can for now. Once you step back; Blitz walks out with Ambrose who’s clinging to him; arms wrapped tightly around his brother’s neck as he softly whimpers. You walk to your room and quickly retrieve your first aid kit before returning to the now wrecked party room, feeling your blood boil at the ruined event. Kneeling next to Jinx you gently place her head in your lap to examine her head, your first aid kit lying open next to you as you speak to Jayce without looking up, your voice thick with emotion.

“What’s wrong with you?”

Viktor is standing close to you as he keeps an eye on Jayce, his Hex-claw still out and ready for anything. Jayce gapes at you like you’ve just grown a second head.

“Me?! I’m not the one who disappeared and is now living with a monster.”

Your head snaps up at that as your eyes narrow in Jayce’s direction, your voice laced with venom.

“Call him a monster again and you and I will have a problem.”

“Clearly, we already have a problem; because you’re obviously suffering from Stockholm syndrome.”

He gestures around frantically at the decorations and then at Jinx as he speaks.

“I mean you’re playing house with this… this THING and his evil minions!”

Viktor lets out a soft cackle as he lifts his mask to reveal his face, stunning Jayce into silence.

“Is that any way to speak to your old partner?”

“You’re supposed to be dead.”

There’s a cruel smile that plays over Viktor’s features, like something he’s suspected for a long time, has just been confirmed.

“Ah. So you never intended to help me with my illness. You were happy to stand back and let me die, all the while pretending to be busy with urgent council matters.”

You look up at Viktor in shock and confusion.

“What do you mean?”

“Why don’t you ask Jayce that question, my dove?”

You feel Jinx begin to stir in your lap; when suddenly she jumps up and with an ear-splitting scream jumps onto Jayce, tackling him to the ground; where she proceeds to send punches flying at his face that he can only try and block. Viktor groans audibly before walking over to them, slowly reaching around the waist of Jinx, before tearing her off of Jayce. She kicks and screams as she tries to claw in Jayce’s direction, clearly not done with him.

“Fuck you! Put me down! Pretty boy deserves a make-over for what he did!”

You try not to laugh at how adorable and ridiculous this all looks; Viktor holding up a kicking and wriggling Jinx who’s glaring daggers in Jayce’s direction. Jayce stands up, making a show of dusting himself off, looking every bit the Piltover Councilman he is and reminding you of the seriousness of this situation.

“You should really leash your dog.”

You stand up and stalk over to Jayce, ready to lay into him since it seems he’s forgotten his manners, again.

“Don’t talk about her like that. Either start treating everyone with respect or… HEY! JAYCE!”

As you get near him, he reaches out and grabs you, turning you to face Viktor as he pulls your back flush with his chest and wraps an arm tightly and possessively around your shoulders to hold you in place against him. Viktor’s eyes grow cold and dark as he drops Jinx to the floor, a murderous look engulfing his features and you feel panic grip your heart as you reach up to dig your nails into Jayce’s arm.

“Jinx, please go check on Ambrose and Blitzcrank and let them know everything will be alright? And please make sure that, no matter what, they stay in his room.”

She gets up and walks out begrudgingly as she mutters to herself.

“Typical. You guys get to have all the fun.”

You feel warm breath against your ear, but the words still chill you to the bone.

“Yes, keep him busy until I can retrieve him. I think it’s about time he and his mother come home.”

The temperature in the room drops as both men glare at each other, clearly at a bit of a stalemate. Jayce has no weapon that you can see, but he has you as a hostage; while Viktor has his Hex-claw, but attacking might just end up putting you in even more danger. The arm around you tightens, almost crushing the breath from you and pressing your body even more into his. You can feel his chest move with every breath and with the vibrations of his every word, the feeling making you squirm.

“She belongs with me, not some metal monster of a man she used to care about.”

“Ah. It seems I was indeed correct in surmising that this has always been about Y/N. Tell me, friend? Did it piss you off when she chose me over you? The frail cripple from the Undercity over the handsome inventor from Piltover?”

You hear Jayce’s teeth clench as the hand that’s holding onto your shoulder starts to dig its fingers into your skin and you fight against the pain, not wanting Viktor to see.

“It made no sense. I was the obvious choice, the right choice. After all, what did you even have to offer her? That’s why I thought she left you. That she’d finally come to her senses!”

“SHE is right here and she’s getting pissed!”

With an animalistic snarl you didn’t think you were capable of you bite down on his arm hard enough to draw blood, pouring all of your anger and hurt into the action. With a yell he rips his arm away and the motion sends you spinning and almost falling to the floor, luckily Viktor quickly steps forward to catch you and set you back on your feet. You’re about to thank him when a horrifying and familiar sound makes your ears perk up. You turn just in time to see Jayce aim the now cocked gun at Viktor’s chest…

You didn’t feel the bullet as it pierced your skin, adrenaline making you numb to the pain as you put yourself in its path to protect the man you love. It’s a strange sensation, since you remember someone once told you how getting shot hurt, a lot. How the bullet would burn upon entry. But you just feel numb, an odd buzzing in your ears, like the wind has suddenly started blowing indoors. Your body starts to feel heavy as you lie on the floor and all you can do is watch as Viktor uses his Hex-claw to sever the arm that Jayce is using to hold his gun. Jayce grabs the small stump that remains of his arm, his face contorted in pain as he yells something at Viktor before running out. Suddenly pain sparks through you like an explosion as Viktor pulls off his cape to press it to your open wound, a small box falling from one of the pockets only to open as it hits the ground, sending a ring flying into the air. You feel your consciousness slipping as tears well up in your eyes and you look up at Viktor. You can’t hear what he’s saying, but he looks frantic as he holds the cloth to your chest, like he’s begging you to stay. But everything is red, your clothes, his hands, even the floor. More red as you reach up to place your hand on his cheek, smiling at him, the man you love with all your heart, and the man you would gladly give your life for.

“Please take care of Ambrose and Blitzcrank and Jinx for me? I love you Viktor, always.”

You try and fight it for as long as you can, but finally darkness consumes you, the last thing you see is Viktor as he leans down to kiss your lips one last time.

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It’s been a few months since everything happened. Blitzcrank is standing at the door, the locked door that is never allowed to be opened again. The memories it holds too painful. He tries the handle, but it barely moves. His shoulders lift slightly before they slump back down, a mannerism he’s learned from Jinx, it’s his way to indicate a sigh. Turning, he walks down the hall to peak into Ambrose’s room. Jinx is inside, laughing as Ambrose tries and fails to hit a target she’s drawn on his wall. She ruffles his hair and takes out her own gun, showing him how to stand and aim to improve his accuracy. Her voice is upbeat as she jokes.

“Just pretend it’s someone you don’t like and you’re aiming for their no-no spot.”

Ambrose laughs as he mimics her stance, his toy gun carrying a few of his own modifications; like the new sight that has a magnifier attached. Blitz does a soft clap as Ambrose fires again, his aim improving with each shot. Jinx jumps up and down with delight.

“Whoo! I better watch out. One day you’ll be an even better shot than I am, kid!”

Ambrose has grown a lot in a short time, more serious and mature now. He works hard at everything he does, wanting to get better no matter how difficult it might be. He still helps Viktor and Blitzcrank in the lab whenever he isn’t studying, he wants to follow in Viktor’s footsteps, to become a great scientist and inventor. Blitz nods to himself; his brother is very intelligent and he knows Ambrose will achieve whatever he sets his mind to. The clock chimes softly, letting Blitz know it’s time to get to work. He walks towards the lab, seeing Viktor working intently on something. A few modifications have been made to the lab; the operating table has been upgraded with straps for difficult patients who don’t do well under anaesthesia, a small cupboard has been stocked with actual medicine for patients instead of only being filled with Shimmer and the Hex-core that changed Viktor’s life is no longer inside the lock box under his desk. Oh, and one of the walls now boasts a blackboard that’s currently filled with pictures of Jayce and notes on his daily schedule and any patterns he follows. Viktor swore he would get his revenge, and Blitz knows his father always keeps his word. Recent pictures indicate that Jayce has replaced his lost arm with a metal one, the irony of it wasn’t lost on anyone. Metal monster. Footsteps break his concentration and draws his attention back to the door, happiness washing over him as he watches you enter, walking over to wrap your arms around Viktor’s shoulders and place a kiss on his cheek.

“Darling. I’m bored. And I believe it’s time for my check-up.”

With a satisfied hum Viktor removes his mask and turns around to place a kiss on your lips as he stands up.

“Blitzcrank, I left a note on the counter of items I require for another patient. Please go to the shop and purchase these items for me? And close the door to the lab on your way out.”

Blitz nods, picking up the note before walking out.

“Yes, father unit.”

Viktor picks you up as the click of the door locking can be heard and places you on his table, standing between your legs. You still can’t believe how everything turned out, it feels like a dream; but when Viktor kisses you, you know this is real. He somehow used what was left of the Hex-core from all those years ago to fix you. Where it fought with Viktor and killed Sky, it somehow melded with you. It had melted the moment it touched your blood, oozing into your chest to become your new heart and immediately filled your body with all the blood you had lost. Viktor then grafted some synthetic skin onto your chest and back to close the holes left by Jayce and his gun, leaving a metallic coloured diamond in both areas. You can feel the one that’s between and slightly above your breasts as Viktor places his hand over your heart after removing your shirt. You lean in to kiss him, your hands wrapping around the band of his loincloth to pull him closer. Your love for each other has only grown after everything, and moments like these have become a regular occurrence. Viktor makes quick work of your clothes, needing to feel your skin as he presses his body against yours. Your kissing becomes more heated and needy as he picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he pins you up against a cold wall that makes you gasp. The moment your lips part you feel his tongue push inside your mouth to claim it. Your arms wrap around his neck to tangle your hands in his hair, moaning softly against his lips. His fingertips dig into your hips as he holds you up to push his hard cock inside of you, stretching you and filling you. He makes you feel whole in more ways than one and your appreciative moan lets him know just how good he makes you feel as your pussy clenches around him. You feel his hips buck as he bites your bottom lip, sucking on it before kissing you again. He starts a slow thrusting rhythm at first, torturing you with every thrust and you scratch your nails along his scalp as you moan.

“Viktor. Please.”

You feel him grin against your lips as he picks up the pace, his thrusts becoming faster and you roll your hips in time to match him. He moans, a deep and low sound that rumbles through his chest.

“You are my everything, Y/N.”

With another thrust you feel yourself come undone, shattering into pieces as you automatically clench around him, your body wanting to feel his release. You hold onto him for dear life, moaning his name as your body shakes from pleasure. That’s all he needs to drive him over the edge and you feel his warmth fill you as he moans your name. You cling to each other as you both ride the waves of your orgasms. It isn’t long before all you can hear is each other’s breathing and the comforting feel of his body pressed to yours. You know you aren’t dead, but this sure feels like heaven to you.

My Love Will Never Die - Part 1

This fic is based off of an ask that I received some time back. Please be warned that this will be a mature fic, No under 18's. Minors DNI. So, like alcohol, enjoy responsibly 😉

The title was inspired by the song of the same name by Claire Windham. You guys should give it a listen 😘

There will be multiple parts, so keep an eye on my Master List for updates.

Pairing: Yandere Viktor x Yandere F Reader

Warnings: Flirting. Sexual innuendo

“Wow, this is it!”

You can’t help but grin as you walk through the doors to Piltover Academy, the grand hall greeting you in all its splendour as the intricate geometric designs of the massive windows leave you in awe. A short, polished looking student with a clipboard greets you, his enthusiasm reminds you of eating a stale pastry though; it might look pretty, but the taste it leaves in your mouth is akin to eating soap.

“Greetings new student. Please give me your name and I’ll assign someone to help you find your room. We don’t want you getting lost in this edifice of innovation.”

Of course a place like this would have its share of fake people, but you were hoping it would be a while before you ran into one. So, you plaster on the sweetest smile that you can muster and let out a soft chuckle.

“Y/N. Of house Azure.”

You’re an only child from a prominent family, but that doesn’t mean you got into this academy because of your wealth; you worked hard and you plan on making a name for yourself, one that’s all yours. The negligible boy in front of you looks up suddenly, your family name seems to have snapped him to attention. He looks down at his clipboard and back up at you before pulling another student over to whisper something in her ear.

“This is Sky Young. Normally she’s off helping the professors with important work or research since she’s one of Professor Heimerdinger’s assistants, but she’s graciously agreed to show you to your room.”

With a smile she walks up to you and holds out her hand for you to shake, her uniform looks perfectly pressed and she doesn’t have a hair out of place.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, miss.”

You smile politely as you shake her offered hand, still making up your mind weather she’s going to be a friend or a foe. Pleasantries out of the way, she quickly leads you up a few flights of stairs, your legs starting to shake slightly from all the climbing, as she rambles on about the history of the building and some of the professors you might meet during your studies here. Just when you think your knees might actually start to complain out loud, you turn off of the stairs and head down a long hallway lit by small lantern lights on either side. You pass a number of doors, all made of different beautiful wood types and some even have designs carved into the doors. She finally stops in front of a large red oak door at the end of the hallway and hands you a key as she smiles at you, using her free hand to push her glasses up since they seem to have slid down her nose slightly.

“This is your room. All of your belongings should be inside for you to unpack and arrange however you like. If you need anything or any of your things seem to be missing, just ask for me. I’m happy to help.”

You nod in appreciation, not sure if she’s happy to help because she’s a kind person or because of who your family is; but you’ll gladly accept the offer.

“Thank you. That’s very kind of you.”

You’re about to place your key into your door when she hands you a small booklet.

“These are just some of the basic rules the academy expects you to follow and some information you might need. All the students receive these when they start their first year with us.”

You slowly take the booklet, wondering why it was necessary for her to make a show of giving it to you instead of someone just leaving it in your room for you to find. You nod towards her and enter your room, locking the door behind you before letting out a sigh of relief now that you’re alone. That woman is exhausting, she never stops talking; and whomever Viktor is, you almost feel sorry for them because she clearly has the biggest crush on them. You smile when you see all of your plants waiting for you and you happily start to unpack and decorate your room. You’ve always loved plants and enjoyed growing and cultivating them, so it’s only natural you bring all of your favourites with you. Your room is a decent size; and as you enter you step into a small living area with a kitchen attached that’s just big enough to boil water and stock up on the basics. Just across from the main door is your bedroom door with a small on suite for you to get ready in in the mornings. You place your plants all over the place, making sure each and every one gets as much sunlight as they need. Luckily the living area and your bedroom both have large windows that let in the morning sunlight, warm rays fall in through the glass to land on the floor and warm the space. Your Belladonna plant you place in one of the sunny corners of your living area, the tall plant with it’s beautiful black berries and purple flowers a perfect addition to liven up the room. Once you feel happy with the progress you’ve made, you decide to pick up the booklet and skim through it; might as well learn the rules you know you’ll be breaking soon. As you open it, the first page catches your attention: “Greeting ceremony. Attendance mandatory.” Ah, yes; you’ve heard talk of this. Apparently Heimerdinger has made it tradition to welcome the students, both new and returning, at the beginning of each new academic year. It looks like it will be taking place bright and early tomorrow morning… fun.

…

Whomever decided it was a good idea to rise with the birds, you ponder as you trudge towards the main hall, deserves a swift kick in the rear. Clusters of students descend the stairs with you, all of them forming groups and talking excitedly; ugh, morning people. Once you reach the main hall it isn’t far to the auditorium where Heimerdinger will be making his address and once there, you quickly find a seat in the back of the room where it’s still somewhat dark. The chairs are very comfortable and the room itself is richly decorated; the small stage is framed by deep burgundy curtains and the small podium at its centre has gold accents that contrast the dark metal it’s made of. You lie your head back, deciding to rest your eyes while you wait for this affair to commence. The room quickly falls silent as the sound of footsteps reverberate off of the walls. You hear a tapping sound; someone is testing the microphone it seems and the sound is pounding its way into your head and beating at the back of your eyes to force them open.

“Eh. Greetings. Thank you all for coming. Please allow me to introduce Professor Cecil B. Heimerdinger.”

The gathered crowd erupts in applause at the yordle who now steps up to the microphone, but your eyes stay glued to the man with the velvety voice and the enrapturing accent. He’s tall and handsome; with his chestnut brown hair that’s swept back, the ends curling slightly upward and his amber eyes. Your eyes follow him to his seat, watching as he listens to the Professor; you see him nod every so often, like he’s agreeing with what’s being said. The man is a work of art, he makes you wish you were a sculptor; that way you could trace his features with your hands as you create his likeness out of clay. You realise people are standing up to applaud, blocking your view of him and you jump up to scan the crowd; but people start to leave before your eyes can spot him and you sigh in frustration. Perhaps staying until the gathered crowd has drifted off might afford you another glance of him if you’re lucky, so you stay in your seat until the room is almost empty. Standing up again you see him and your heart does a small flip as you realize he’s walking in your direction. This is it; this is your chance. You step out of the isle just as he passes to lightly bump into him, making him drop what he was carrying. You quickly bend down to pick up whatever it is, smiling as you see the beautiful leather notebook. The cover feels soft and worn, like he opens and closes it multiple times a day. Your mind starts to wonder about what he writes inside, how his hands might open the notebook to smooth out the pages. You shake your head and smile as you stand up, holding the book out to him.

“Sorry. I can be so clumsy sometimes.”

He cocks one eyebrow as a knowing smile plays across his lips, his hand brushing yours as he retrieves his book from your grasp.

“Eh. We all have moments like that. Do try to be more careful, though.”

He lightly taps his cane on the floor to draw your attention to it, and for some reason the action alone makes your heart race.

“Wouldn’t want anyone to get hurt, now do we?”

Your cheeks flush as you nod slowly and you see his eyes roam the length of your body, taking in your features. You feel like you might as well be naked in front of this man, what with the way he gazes at you appreciatively. With a coy smile you take a step closer, pretending to adjust his tie; even though it was already perfect. Your fingers softly graze his chest through his shirt as you slide them down the tie, pretending to smooth it and tuck it back into his waistcoat.

“I’m Y/N. And I’m delighted to meet you… Mister?”

You’d swear you were almost standing against him, but he somehow manages to take a step closer to you, leaning in to speak into your ear.

“Viktor.”

My Love Will Never Die - Part 2

Please go to my Master List for any additional parts. This fic is NSFW and also, no under 18's allowed, so please don't interact with my content if you're a minor. Thank you and enjoy.

Just a small note. There isn't a lot of information about Piltover Academy, so this is all my own imaginings; I apologize if it's horribly incorrect, but this is how I see it in my head. Also, I don't describe what the reader is wearing, because I like to leave it up to each and every one of you to imagine what you'd like to wear as you read this. I hope that's ok.

Tag List: @dedicated2viktor (Please let me know if anyone else wants to be added?)

Pairing: Yandere Viktor x Yandere F Reader

Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Choking. Flirting. Swearing. Slight Exhibitionism. Praising. Dom Viktor.

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 2294

It’s been two weeks since you first met Viktor and you haven’t been able to stop thinking about him. The way his fingers grazed against yours as you handed back his notebook or the way his breath tickled your ear as he spoke, the closeness of his body and the heat you felt in that moment. He haunts your every waking thought and you even see him in your dreams, his beauty marks and eyes ingrained into your memory along with the sultry tones of his voice; it’s enough to drive any normal person mad, but you’re no stranger to lunacy. You pace around your living area as you mutter to yourself, trying to come up with the perfect plan to “accidentally” bump into him; if only you knew more about his schedule. You stop suddenly, your eyes landing on the booklet that Sky had given to you on your first day at the academy and an idea pops into your head. You quickly fix your hair and make sure your appearance is immaculate before leaving your room and making your way down the long hallway in search of your new friend, luckily, she isn’t too hard to find. As you enter the dining hall you see her just sitting down with her tray of food and you decide to share a meal with her, grabbing your own tray and filling it with all your favourites before sauntering over to her and sitting down across from her with a smile.

“Sky, just the person I was looking for.”

She clearly did not see you coming since she almost chokes on her sandwich, quickly taking a drink of her water to try and wash it down.

“Y/N, you really snuck up on me. How are you?”

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. Anyway, I’m sorry to bother you, but I was hoping you could show me around a bit? Since you clearly know so much about the Academy; and as a student I’d love to see more of it since I only really get to see the parts where I go for my classes.”

Her eyes light up and she nods excitedly. While you’re doing this in the hopes of running into Viktor, it isn’t exactly a lie, you would love to see more of this beautiful building and all the secrets it holds.

“Oh, I’d love to. This place is magnificent, people really should try to see all of it when they study here; but so few people seize the opportunity to do so.”

You both finish your food, depositing the trays in the rack by the door before walking out. She leads you all over the Academy; showing you the rose gardens on different balconies, massive research rooms where students furiously work on their next inventions, dance halls where groups practice for their next performance, there’s even a massive kitchen where the most delicious smells flow from as the pastry chefs and head chefs of tomorrow practice their art. The Academy is like a living organism, everyone serving a purpose; be it to further the Academy in some way or to help Piltover become the city of progress it has promised to be. While all of this is awe inspiring and fascinating; it’s not really why you asked her to show you around, and you’re starting to run out of hope that you’ll be lucky enough to see him. When suddenly your efforts are rewarded as you turn a corner and almost walk into Professor Heimerdinger. The yordle nimbly moves out of the way of your impeding feet and does a quick spin to face both you and Sky as you stop and turn to apologise to him.

“Good afternoon, ladies. Ah, Sky, just the person I was looking for. I need your help with a small matter.”

He looks over at you and does a small approving nod.

“Perhaps you could help me as well.”

He holds out a stack of papers he had been carrying and you tentatively take them, watching him curiously.

“Please take those to my assistant, he’s been asking for them all day and I seem to keep getting side-tracked in taking them to him. His room is at the end of that hallway, can’t miss it, it’s the one that usually has classical music coming from behind the door.”

Before you can ask anything or even try and protest, he and Sky are already halfway down the hall, chatting as they go. You glance down at the stack of papers, noticing that they seem to be scientific drawings and calculations as well as notes on… some kind of machine. You can’t be sure; this really isn’t your area of expertise. So, you start to make your way down the hall and in the direction the professor pointed you. The dulcet tones of “Für Elise” drift down the hallway to greet you before you can even see the door, and you smile to yourself at the familiar tune, humming along to it as you go. The door in question is made of Rosewood and the doorknob seems to be made of a black metal of some kind. Steadying yourself; you take a deep breath, not sure who you’ll be meeting, but they clearly have good taste. You knock three times and then wait, listening for any sounds on the other side of the door that indicate movement and are met with a familiar sound. The sound of a cane hitting the floor and then suddenly keys jangle and turn, the lock clicking over loudly, before the door swings open to reveal… Viktor. He looks only momentarily surprised before stepping aside and gesturing for you to come inside.

“Y/N, it’s a pleasure to see you again. Do come inside.”

It’s less of a request and feels more like a challenge, his expression coquettish and inviting as he watches you enter his abode. His residence is obviously much bigger than yours since he’s no longer a student here; but the design is similar with the living area and kitchen being attached and somewhat open plan, everything is decorated in deep, rich colours and beautiful furniture; you immediately spot the door leading to his bedroom and it seems to be slightly ajar. You try and peek inside but feel his hand come to rest on your shoulder before you can, stopping you and turning you around to face him. With a playful smile you hold out the papers from Heimerdinger towards him.

“I was asked to bring these to you. Apparently, you’ve been asking for them. Is it something you’re building?”

With a soft chuckle he takes the papers and places them on a coffee table in the centre of the room before turning back to you.

“Not exactly. Heimerdinger has asked me to help fix something of his.”

You nod as your eyes drift back to the door to his room, wondering what secrets it holds. And suddenly, without you even hearing him move he’s at your ear, his voice thick and rich with desire.

“You seem awfully curious about my sleeping arrangements. Is there something you’d like to know?”

You give Viktor a coy smile as you take a small step back to look up at him, clasping your hands behind your back to slightly push out your breasts.

“Sir, are you inviting me into your bedroom? But we barely know each other.”

This is a dangerous game you’re playing by the heated look in Viktor’s eyes; he taps the handle of his cane with one finger, the soft thud drawing your attention to the motion. The moment your eyes leave his you hear his voice become breathy as he speaks.

“Good girl.”

Fuck, you’ve always enjoyed playing with fire and while you’re used to small blazes, Viktor is more like an inferno. Have you met your match? You let out a mischievous laugh as you dance around him, your fingers gently grazing over his arm as you pass him and stop in front of the large windows looking out over the rest of Piltover. The reflection in the window lets you see Viktor as he walks up behind you, his eyes meeting yours as he gazes over your shoulder. He’s so handsome it almost hurts to look at him, even just watching his reflection sends butterflies swooping through your stomach. Then he does something shocking and intoxicating. He kisses just below your ear as he whispers to you in his heady voice.

“Take off your clothes.”

A shiver runs down your spine as he steps back and you oblige, slowly stripping as your eyes hold his gaze in the reflection of the window. Once you’re naked he does the same, making sure you watch him as he drops piece after piece of clothing to the floor. Once he’s done, he moves closer, pressing his body against yours and pushing you forward. Your hands press against the window to try and stop him from pushing you even more forward, then you feel his hands slide onto your hips as his cane falls to the ground, the loud thud a stark contrast to both your deep breaths.

“Y/N, move closer to the window. I want you to stand against the glass as I fuck you from behind.”

The thought of someone looking up and seeing the two of you sends a thrill of excitement shivering through you and you move closer, the cold glass making you shiver again as you press your breasts up against it. He lets out a soft purr of approval.

“Good girl.”

You feel his chest press against your back as he stands against you, his hands slowly moving up your sides before sliding over your ribs to cup your breasts as they press up against the glass. His lips lightly skim over the flesh of your neck as he places kisses down from your ear to your shoulder, his soft touches and kisses driving you mad. You feel his knee push between your legs as his hips and cock rub against your buttocks, all the stimulation making your mind foggy as your body feels like it’s being lit on fire and a soft moan escapes your lips. One of his hands slip from your breast to slide down your stomach and all that’s left is the coolness of the glass beneath your skin, then more heat as his fingers slip between your folds to stroke your clit. You moan his name as your eyes find his over your shoulder, and you tremble at the intensity of his gaze; he’s watching you the way predators study their prey, like he’s memorizing what each precise stroke of his fingers does to you.

“You’re already soaked, my dove. I didn’t realize you wanted me quite this badly.”

You feel two of his fingers dip inside of you to rub against your g-spot as his thumb keeps stroking your clit. The world goes hazy as you feel your legs starting to shake, and all you can focus on is his fingers; his long fingers stroking in and out of you when suddenly you feel him add a third finger to push into you. He splays his fingers inside of you to see how far he can stretch you as he continues their thrusting. And just as you think you might be getting close; he removes his hand and your eyes shoot open on a whimper. He’s still watching you in the reflection of the glass, his eyes dark with lust. His other hand leaves your breast to wrap around your throat as he whispers into your ear.

“Do you want this?”

He’s giving you one chance to back out of this. You could leave, but you don’t want to. He’s intoxicating, like an addiction you don’t want to shake. So, you do all you’re capable of doing and you nod.

“Yes.”

His hand he was using before to please you slides onto your hips, pulling them back and making you bend slightly at the waist; making it somewhat easier for him to enter you from behind. His hips pull back from your buttocks and you feel the length of his cock slide between your legs to coat itself in your juices before his hand helps position him. He starts to push into you, the size of him making you gasp as he stretches you. You feel the hand around your throat squeeze slightly; not enough to cut off your oxygen, but just enough to enjoy the pressure of his grasp. His other hand starts playing with your clit again as his hips start to move with a rhythm, his cock pulling out before slamming back into you once more and all you can do is press your palms to the glass in front of you to keep your face from being smashed into it. You moan Viktor’s name as his cock carves his name into you, claiming you like no other. It isn’t long before you’re seeing stars, panting and moaning loudly as your breasts push against the glass. His mouth is at your ear and you can hear his ragged breathing matches your own, both of you so close to the precipice of pleasure. You both come undone and it feels like a match striking a surface before the flame explodes into existence. You almost scream his name as he loudly moans yours against your ear, his hand around your throat squeezing just a bit more, like it’s the only thing grounding him to reality. As you slowly start to come down you feel him release your throat, his hand simply resting against the soft flesh there and his lips placing kisses beneath your ear.

“Stay, please?”

My Love Will Never Die - Part 3

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No under 18's, this is rated Mature

I'm planning one more part after this. For this part I will be adding pictures further down of a dress and shoes the reader will be wearing; it's for a Hex-Tech event where Viktor and Jayce need to try and win over donors and the reader will be attempting to "win back" Viktor from his new mistress, the Hex-core (but things rarely, if ever, go as planned). I felt it was easier to show the dress rather than try and fail to describe it. I hope you all like it, I felt it was the perfect dress to seduce Viktor in. ;) The colour will be that of the darker dress image, closer to his maroon shirt from the first arc of Arcane. I hope you all enjoy.

Tag List: @dedicated2viktor

Pairing: Yandere Viktor x Yandere F Reader

Warnings: Jealousy. Flirting. NSFW. Dom Viktor. Murder threats. Tension. Sexual tension. Choking. Spanking. (I'm sorry)

Jayce Talis. Fucking Jayce Talis, he just had to show up and ruin everything. You had Viktor all to yourself, spending almost every night with him and now? Now Jayce and Hex-tech occupy all of his time. What even is Hex-tech?! No one really knows, since Jayce and Viktor are the ones who invented it and now all of Piltover is looking at them like gods. Well, more at Jayce than Viktor, because golden boy is from Piltover and Viktor is from Zaun. Really, they should be falling at Viktor’s feet, without him golden boy would have been kicked out of the academy and his Hex-tech experiment destroyed. But no, Jayce gets all the credit. And for some reason Viktor doesn’t seem to mind; he’s happy to spend his every waking moment in the lab, working instead of loving you. This simply won’t do. And you have a plan. In a few days there’s some kind of function that’s being hosted by the Academy to celebrate Hex-tech and try to acquire some sponsors so that the two men can continue their work. As heir to the Azure family, you’ve also been invited and you plan on making sure that Viktor remembers you exist. First on your agenda; shop for the perfect dress, one that’s sure to steal the show and thanks to Mel Medarda you know exactly where to go for that. As soon as you get to the shop however, your good mood comes to an end; inside is Sky and a few other women, giddily talking about the function. You push open the door and walk in, head held high. Everyone knows you and Viktor were close before his new love took over his life, and people love to talk; you’ve heard the whispers in the halls, after all. But you’re not about to let the old ladies get to you with their idle gossip, you’ll show them; and if they’re not careful, you’ll make sure they miss the function all together. A shop assistant quickly comes up to you, offering to help you find what you’re looking for and you notice Sky and her friends deciding to leave; Sky has been avoiding you since that first night with Viktor, hurt that her crush chose you instead of her. It’s a pity, really; you enjoyed the tour she gave you and now you won’t be able to get another one from her. But, back to the matter at hand. You spend a good two hours in the shop, trying on dress after dress before settling on the perfect one; and you decide to get a nice cape to go with it as well, perfect for a dramatic entrance.

…

The next few days pass excruciatingly slowly, almost like time itself was wading through molasses; and you find yourself in a pattern of going to class and then back to your room, your heart aching for Viktor. But finally, the night of the function arrives and you feel almost dizzy with excitement. You do your hair and makeup, making sure everything is perfect before pulling on your stunning maroon dress and black heels, tying the small clasp that goes around your ankle. You do a few turns in front of your full-length mirror, admiring the way the dress spins around you as you twirl and how the slits show enough skin to make even the dirtiest minded of folk’s blush. Stopping by your vanity before you leave, you put on your favourite earrings and bracelet; the ones your mother gave you on your eighteenth birthday. The bracelet looks like a vine wrapping around your arm from wrist to elbow with fine leaves all along it, and the earrings are little dangling vines that match your bracelet. With a final check in your mirror and a steadying breath for confidence, you pull on the deep red cape and walk out; making sure to lock your apartment behind you as you leave.

…

Walking towards the double doors of the great hall, your heels clicking on the floor as you go; you can just barely hear the lively music coming from behind them, the event already in full swing. You decided to be fashionably late, knowing this would make your entrance that much more dramatic as all eyes would be on you. You lick your blood red lips in anticipation, the butterflies in your stomach swirling around and making you feel almost giddy. As the doors creak open loudly to reveal you to the gathered crowd, you undo the clasp of your cape; and in true Prima-Donna fashion, let it drop behind you just as everyone turns to look at you. A hush falls over the crowd, a few audible gasps coming from the back of the gathered masses. Perfect. Your eyes easily find Viktor who seems to be frozen in place, staring at you like he’s seeing you for the first time. You must admit, he looks very debonair in his onyx suit with matching shirt and tie, the only splash of colour to break up all the black is a wine-red waistcoat. It’s hard not to swoon at the mere sight of him and you feel your heart doing cartwheels, but you manage to keep your composure and give him a small and a polite nod, before making your way into the crowd; in the opposite direction he’s in. Everyone knows who you are; your family may not have a seat on the council, but the name Azure is known by all for the medical breakthroughs made by your father and other past family members. Being a doctor kind of runs in the family, but you’re the first to break that streak; instead choosing to study music and botany, both great passions of yours. Luckily you have a cousin who was more than happy to take up the mantle and uphold the family name by studying medicine, but that doesn’t change the fact that knowing you could still offer a boon to anyone lucky enough to garner your attention. And thanks to this small fact; it doesn’t take long for a slew of young men to gather around you, each trying to woo you or ask you to dance. You honestly don’t care for any of them, but for your plan to work, you laugh and pretend to be having the time of your life. You can scarcely make out Viktor through the crowd, but every time you laugh you could swear you see his head just ever so slightly turn in your direction. The music that fills the massive room picks up a bit and you see people starting to dance, enjoying themselves as the night progresses. There are a few people walking around with trays of finger food and other carry trays covered in glasses filled with fine wines or champagne. Clearly the alcohol is overpowering the small portions of food everyone is consuming, a fine tactic to get people to open their wallets more easily for your cause. It also means adults start acting like teenagers, giggling and dancing like no one is watching; at least the ones who can’t hold their liquor or haven’t been pacing themselves. Well, it seems now is the perfect time for the next part of your plan and you decide to finally take one of the dashing young men up on their offer of a dance. Walking over to the band you place a request for the next song and as the music changes from upbeat and fast to intense and sultry, you make your way back to your dance partner. He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer than necessary, and you both start to move in time to the music; a simple tango. People gather around to watch as other couples join, enjoying the show and the excitement of all of you moving around the floor with grace and sensuality; clearly you know just how to liven things up. Your dance partner spins you out and letting go of his hand; you start to dance around him, sliding against him as you move your hips from side to side and your hands rub up your arms before twirling in the air above your head. He grabs one of your hips to spin you back around, hugging you to his body before dipping you right at the end of the song. As your head falls back during the dip your eyes land on Viktor, a pained expression on his face as the knuckles of the hand holding his cane have turned

white from the force he’s clenching it with. Standing back up you thank the young man for the dance and try to walk back towards the crowd, but he grabs your arm to stop you.

“Another dance. You can’t say you didn’t enjoy that as much as I did? And we dance so well together, it would be a shame to rob the other people of the opportunity to watch us some more.”

You give him a curt smile as you try and pull your arm free, but he’s holding on tightly enough to leave a bruise.

“I agreed to one dance. Now, please let go of my arm before I make a scene.”

With a smug look on his face, he moves closer to you, making sure you can’t move away as he leans in to whisper into your ear.

“Come now, I promise you’ll enjoy what I have in mind.”

Just as you’re about to tell the prick to stick it where the sun doesn’t shine, a familiar hand reaches out to grasp his wrist. You can almost hear the bones crack beneath Viktor’s grasp and the man quickly releases your arm as Viktor stares him down.

“I believe the lady made it quite clear that she doesn’t want to share another dance with you. Now make yourself scarce.”

The venom dripping from his words surprise even you, and the young dandy realizes it’s probably safer if he leaves. You turn to Viktor and smile sweetly.

“Thank you, but I had it under control. I don’t need you to swoop in and save me.”

Playing with fire, the thought rushes through your mind as you look into his eyes; his irises reminding you of molten gold. He leans in to whisper into your ear, his voice thick with need.

“No. What you need is a good fucking to remind you of who’s in charge.”

You let out a soft chuckle as you take a step back, glowering at him and crossing your arms.

“Wouldn’t your Hex-core get jealous?”

A knowing smile flickers across his face as he straightens slightly at your remark. His hand reaches out to cup your cheek, but you don’t move or react as you continue to stare him down.

“So that’s what all this is about? You feel neglected.”

You reach up and brush away his hand, finding it hard to think when his touch is so tender and caring. Looking up at him you find yourself scoffing at him.

“Viktor. It’s hard to feel neglected by someone who never really cared in the first place.”

Immediately you turn on your heel and stride away, trying to put some distance between you and him, hoping your words hurt him like he’s hurt you. You can hear the familiar clacking of a cane following you, and steadily catching up. Damn, he’s fast for a man with a cane. You’re about to turn to the door when an arm wraps around your waist and pulls you into a small storage closet you hadn’t noticed, making you swear as you’re almost pulled off of your feet. The door clicks shut and you’re thrust into darkness, suddenly VERY aware of the man firmly pressed against your chest. You can feel every inhale and exhale as his chest moves against yours, his breath is warm against your cheek and neck and it takes all of your self-control not to grab onto him and pull him into a kiss.

“Y/N. My dove.”

His voice is soft and tender as his hands slide onto your hips, holding you in place so you don’t try to run away again.

“I admit; I have been lost in my work, but only because I see the potential it holds to help both Piltover and Zaun.”

One of his hands leave your hips to move up and cup your cheek once more, his thumb stroking your soft skin gently.

“I will try to be better at managing my time between you and my work. And please know, you have nothing to fear. While I enjoy my work, it could never take your place. I love you.”

His touch is intoxicating, making you feel like you’re floating and you can’t help but smile at his words as you lean in to place a featherlight kiss on his lips.

“And I love you.”

His hand quickly slides from your cheek to wrap around your throat and squeeze just enough so you know he means business.

“Now, if you ever flirt with another man again, I WILL kill them. Do you understand?”

You try to speak, but only a squeak escapes; so you just nod, and you feel his grip loosen around your throat before he leans in to kiss you.

“So, how about I finally show you my and Jayce’s lab?”

You both slip out of the closet and sneak out of the function, luckily most of the people seem too intoxicated to notice. He holds your hand as you both head upstairs to the new Hex-tech labs. His keys jangle loudly as he slips one into the lock, opening the door for you. The lab is familiar, in that it looks kind of just like every other lab, but you look around and your eyes land on a brilliant glowing blue orb in the centre of a small slab that’s lying on one of the tables. You walk over to it, studying it curiously.

“Is this it? It’s very beautiful.”

The door locks loudly and you realize that you’re alone with him, and him showing you the lab seems to have been a ruse. The sound of his cane hitting the cold floor as he walks towards you sends shivers down your spine and you look up at him, the heat back in his eyes and his voice is husky as he speaks.

“It is, but not as beautiful as you. Now, I do believe you require some disciplining for trying to make me jealous. Hopefully it will teach you not to try it again.

He walks over to one of the chairs and sits down, placing his cane next to him so it leans against the table as he looks up at you.

“Over my lap. Now.”

Your stomach knots, not sure what to expect; but you do as he says, walking over and lying across his knees. Is he going to spank you? Smack! You gasp as his hand connects with your ass, the impact stinging and sending a shockwave through your body as your stomach does a small flip. It hurts, but it also feels strangely exhilarating. His hand slowly rubs circles over the now red bruised area.

“Repeat after me, my dove. I will not get jealous.”

You hesitate for a moment and… Smack! He spanks you again, making you yelp softly.

“I… I will not get jealous.”

Smack!

“I don’t believe you. Make me believe you mean it.”

You take a few deep breaths, trying to steady your racing heart. He isn’t spanking you the way a father does a child, there’s an air of sexual tension behind the act and it’s making it hard to focus as your head swims. It becomes even harder when his hand starts to rub circles over your burning skin.

“I will not be jealous.”

He hums approvingly, and for the moment it seems your spankings have come to an end?

“What have you learned today?”

Fuck.

“Not to make you angry?”

He chuckles, but no spanking follows, that’s good.

“What else?”

“Fuck me. Can’t we just skip this part and move on to where you bend me over a table and screw me until I can’t walk?”

SMACK! That one fucking hurt and you yell out, grabbing onto his leg and digging your nails into the soft fabric as you start to curse under your breath.

“While I would enjoy that very much, my dove. I did ask you a question to which I expect a certain answer.”

Deep breath, focus. What else is there that he could be talking about?

“Don’t be jealous, because I have nothing to be jealous about?”

You brace yourself, not sure what to expect; but the spank doesn’t come. Instead, he helps you stand up and turns you to face away from him as he lifts up your dress and places gentle kisses all over your red skin. You blush at the strangely sweet and intimate act. He stands up and you turn to face him as he wraps an arm around your waist to pull you against him, gently placing a finger beneath your chin to make sure you’re looking at him.

“How about we go to my room? I’ll bend you over a table another day. Right now, I’d rather have you in my bed.”

He kisses you sweetly, his lips warm and gentle against yours. This man is a walking contradiction, capable of both very kind and also very cruel acts. And you love him with all of your being.

“Ah. I almost forgot. I have something for you.”

He moves over to his desk, and you know it’s his, because it’s covered in notes written in his handwriting and strewn everywhere. He opens a drawer and takes out a small, simple box. He opens it before handing it to you and inside is a key. You cock an eyebrow at him as you pick up the key.

“Please don’t tell me this is the key to your heart?”

He chuckles, but shakes his head.

“It is the key to my room. I want you to move in with me?”

I need more Viktor x Reader FanFictions. Like omfg i need this man so badly...

𝑰𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖,𝑽𝒊𝒌𝒕𝒐𝒓?

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Fandom: Arcane 2021 (NETFLIX ORIGINAL)

Pairings: Viktor x GN!Reader

Genre: Long-lost Friends to Lovers, Fluff

Summery: After you thought your Best friend died you reunite with him after 12 years of being apart.

Warnings: Loosing close people, Death, Fights, Spoilers EP3, Emotional, Slow burn, forced to move on fast

Word count: 2,4K

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“Viktor! Viktor over here, look at this!!” You are around 11 years old and call out for your best friend. He walks over to you as fast as he can. “What’s going on, Y/N?” He asked cautiously, but then looked at what you pointed out. “I’ve never seen something like that before…”. Now you both stare at a little bug crawling around in the dirt in front of you. You and Viktor watch the bugs and animals around you all the time, but this one... you’ve never seen it before. It had short legs, but the colors were beautiful. “Do you think it’s a new species?” You chuckled. “Well, maybe it is. What shall we call it?” He smiled at you softly. “Hm. I’ll name it sooner or later!” You two watched it crawl away. You stood up and helped him to do the same.

“Let’s go home you look tired…” He just nodded, and you both made your way to the small shed you called home. You both laid down facing each other. “Viktor? Do you think we’ll make it big one day? To the topside, I mean.”. He thought about it but responded calmly back to you, “I know we will. With my brain and your brawn, we make a pretty good team.” You chuckle. “That’s right. Goodnight Viktor…” "Goodnight, Y/N…” and with those last sentences, you two fall asleep.

*BOOM* Something exploded, and your little shed crumbled to pieces. Everything burns, there’s smoke everywhere, you can’t see anything but call out for Viktor. There’s no response. You try to free yourself from the remains of what you called home once, but you’re trapped underneath. There’s no way out. You are in so much pain that you black out. There’s nothing, only darkness. Then the memories of the happy day before came flooding back, and you violently woke up, tucked away in a cozy-looking bed.

“Where am I?” You ask cautiously. Looking around for any enemies you could encounter, the only thing you see is a large man with a beard. "Oh, you’re awake, kid. How are you?” He came closer, and you flinched away. “I’m not your enemy, kiddo. I’m here to help you.” He said reassuringly as he handed you a glass of water to drink. “What happened? Where’s Viktor?!” You asked, looking around to find your best friend again, but to no avail. “Viktor? You’re the only one I found. I’m sorry.” You started to cry, and he came to hug you. You cried on his shoulder for a while until you calmed down. “Do you want to stay with me? I assume you don’t have family here.” You nodded quietly and held his hand, not wanting to let go. Then another man came into the room. He was big and scary-looking but had a rather friendly aura. "HAHA, Vander is gonna be a dad now? That’s something I never thought was possible!” The man shouted. “Shut it, Benzo…” he said, rubbing his nose bridge. You only giggled at that, maybe your new life won’t be that bad after all.

From that day on, Vander was like your dad. He taught you how to fight. How to defend yourself. How to protect the ones you love… You didn’t even notice the 12 years that went by. Now you basically have 4 younger siblings. VI,Powder,Mylo and Claggor. You were the best role model for them, and they looked up to you. You trained with them and taught them valuable lessons. Especially VI, she was young and naive, but you knew that she only wanted the best for your family.

Then the tragic day came. Silcos people attacked you guys, and not only Vander, your beloved father, but also Mylo and Claggor died during that incident. You fought with them, but to no avail, the shimmer was too powerful. You got hit badly by one of silcos men, you didn’t know what happened to VI and powder before your body gave in and you blacked out. “Is that what happens again…? I don’t want to die. I don’t want them to die! NOT AGAIN!” The next thing you know is that you woke up in a fancy-looking hospital.

You woke up in shock and looked around, panting, “VI? POWDER?! WHERE ARE YOU??” Then someone calmed you down. “ You looked down at the creature that’s trying to help you. “A... a furball…?”. Heimendinger was amused by your comment. "Well, I wouldn’t say a furball, but that’s a fair assumption.”. He laughed. “Where am I? Who are you? Where are my siblings?!” You asked frantically, starting to panic again. “Calm down, young one. I’ll explain.” He took a deep breath as you went quiet again. “You’re in a hospital right now. I am the head of the council, Heimendinger. And your family…” he frowned. “Where are they?! My sisters!?” You asked in a demanding manner. “The chief enforcers told me you were the only one found alive… I’m sorry.” You were so shocked that the fact didn’t register at first. Then you cried. You were sobbing hysterically into your own hands. You didn’t process the fact that all your loved ones died. ‘Once again? I thought I got stronger? I wasn’t able to do anything…’ The pain was talking out of you, and you thought it should’ve been you, not your beloved family. Under your sobs, you managed to form one sentence. “What am I going to do now?” Heimendinger looked at you with the most heartbreaking expression anyone ever gave you. “If you want to, you could become my assistant. I already have one that’s been with me for a while now, but... I don’t think another one would hurt.” He said this to you while resting his hand on your shoulder. You looked at him again, not realizing what he said completely, but you nodded. The chance to help someone… you won’t throw that away. That’s what dad would’ve wanted, after all.

Heimendinger sat by your side for a long time before asking you something again. “How old are you, my child?” “I am 23, sir…” you responded hesitantly. You knew Heimendinger wasn’t a threat, but opening up to strangers was even harder now. “23… so young. Yet you had to go through all of the misery. I’m really sorry for you, child. I’ll leave now, we will discuss the more serious details tomorrow. Please take care!” He waved you goodbye and left the room. Now it’s just you. Alone. In a hospital bed in Piltover. All the events came flooding back, and you cried again. So hard that you cried yourself to sleep.

The next morning arrives sooner than you wanted. The sun is coming through the window, and with a clear sky, you sit up and pinch your nose bridge. “Such a headache...” you whispered to yourself. As you stretched out. You glanced at the nightstand beside your bed. “A letter?” You take the letter and open it gently, and it reads:

Dear Y/N,

When I came to visit you again, you were dead asleep! I didn’t want to disturb your peaceful sleep, so I decided to write this letter instead. I asked one of the nurses when you could go out again, and they told me you could go today. Talk to a nurse before heading out to my office later,alrighty?

P.S. . The clothes are also for you, so you blend in a little better.

In best regards, Heimendinger!

You chuckled at the fact that Heimendinger wrote you a whole letter just for you to sleep a little longer.

You still mourned a lot about your family, though, so it's understandable that you weren't the happiest. You put on the clothes he gave you and went out of the room to call a nurse, and one came rushing to you.

"H-Hey! You can't just stand up like that!!" She rushed over to you, helping you back to your room. "I feel better. Can I go now?" You ask, wanting to go out of here as soon as possible. "Oh, you're the one that heimendinger favorites... what's your name? So I can look you up in the system." She pulls out a device you never saw before. "It's Y/N". "Last name?" She was a bit confused. "Don't have one." You snarled back a bit. She looks confused but enters your name anyway. "Ah! Y/N! Wait a second!" She rushes out and comes back with a small bag in her hands. "Take one of them per day it's best if you do it right after breakfast." You looked at the bag suspiciously but nodded. "Thanks." And you're on your way out. "Rude..." the nurse whispered to herself.

You totally forgot to ask the nurse where heimendingers lab is, so you wander around the halls of the academy. “Why is this place so big…” You looked around and admired all the pretty painted walls, amazing wooden floors, and bright chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. When you were focusing on the big windows next to you, you ran into someone. "Fuck, I’m sorry… I should’ve looked where I was-“ you were cut off as you looked at the man in front of you. Tall, flawless brown hair and a cane. You stare a little too long, and he asks, “Are you okay?”. You nod “I’m sorry… You just remind me of someone who I was close with a long time ago.” He doesn’t respond until you ask something. “Excuse me, but where is heimendingers lab? I was supposed to meet him.”. He looks a bit surprised but points in one direction. With a thick accent, he says, “Turn left around that corner. It’s the third door; you won’t miss it.”. You thank him and walk away. You can’t shake the feeling that this man you were talking to was Viktor. But no… He was dead, right? There’s no chance that he’s here…

You couldn’t think about it longer as you stepped into heimendingers lab. It looked scary but fascinating at the same time. “You wanted to see me, sir?” You say this as you quietly close the door behind you quietly. “Ah! Y/N! Just in time, young one.” He smiled as he stood up from his chair. A little horned furball barks at you happily. "Oh, you just missed my other assistant! He’s bringing us some papers for you to fill out so we can make your employment official!” He says he is smiling. He seems super happy that you’ll work with him soon, he has high hopes for your future.

Then Viktor comes into the room after a few minutes. And heimendinger brings you two closer. “Y/N, that’s Viktor, my assistant for years by now. Viktor, that’s Y/N, the second assistant that will work with us from now on. I hope you two will be a good team from now on!” Heimendinger says, and the room falls silent. “Y/N…?” Viktor said it with a shocked expression. “Yes Viktor?” You smile at him, and he lets his cane fall to the ground, running into your arms. “I thought you died… I’m so sorry for not recognizing you earlier. You’ve grown so much I…” he said as tears welled up in his eyes. They cause you to cry as well. "No, no Viktor… Please don’t cry…” you say as you go through his fluffy hair, and you both have a very emotional moment. Heimendinger notices and leaves the room quietly. “I have missed you so much… I’ve been searching for you for so long…” you say softly, wiping his tears away. “What happened to you that day?” He said this as he stood up straight again, stumbling over his own feet. You grab his cane and hand it to him for support. “How about we talk about that in peace later? We have so much to talk about…” you declared, but Heimendinger chimed in. "Oh, young ones, you can take the rest of the day off if you please…”. You wanted to protest, but he cut you off and sent you two away.

Now you both are on your way to Viktor's chambers since you don’t have your own yet. As you both walk next to each other, an uncomfortable silence is in the air, so you try to ease it a bit by trying to hold his hand. Just like in old times, he takes it gladly, and you both walk to his room. With a pink hue on his face, he closes the door behind you. “You have a lovely room.” You try to start a conversation with something small. As you sit down on his bed, Viktor does the same and looks at you. “Thank you… I appreciate it. What happened that day, Y/N? I haven’t thought of anything else since that day… It’s haunted me ever since.” He says straight up, not wanting to let any more time pass. “There was an attack near our home. I called out for you, but you didn’t answer, so I thought…” You go silent, and he notices that you assumed he was dead. “I went to our home every day to look for you. I missed you so much.” You feel your tears well up. He suddenly spoke up. “One of the enforcers took me with them. The attack was so intense that I blacked out on the spot. Heimendinger raised me. I’m sorry that I left you like this…” You listen to him but nod. “I had a good family as well… but they…” You started to cry now, giving in to your emotions, and Viktor hugged you, noticing that you had lost important people once again… “I’m here now... I’m here for you, Y/N. And I will never leave again.” He pulls you in, laying you on his chest with the last sentence. His presence is so comforting that you let it all happen. “We’re together again… that’s all that matters now…” he says caressing your hair, kissing your head gently. You blush deeply and burry your face into his chest gently. “Thank you, Viktor… I’ve missed you so much…”. “I think you should rest now… It’s been a long week for you…”. You nod and fall asleep on his chest. Quickly, before you fell asleep, you heard his voice saying one last thing that made your heart bump like crazy.

"Goodnight, dear, I love you.”

You wanted to answer, but your body caved in, and you fell asleep.

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A/N: Hello and thank you for reading this short story that came into my mind! It’s my first time writing out my thoughts out actually so please don’t be too harsh on me. I’m so excited for S2 and I think many of my fellow Arcane fans are as well. Have a great Day/Night and goodbye!

𝑽𝒊𝒌𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝑺𝑭𝑾 𝑨𝒍𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒕

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A = Affection. How does he show affection towards his significant other?

He is clever with his words, so he will affirm you every day. Even if it’s something simple like pointing out a change in your appearance.

B = Best Friends. How did he act before you two started dating?

He was oblivious to your feelings. Before you two started dating he just thought you two were great friends, or better said he didn’t date before you so he wasn’t aware of his feelings yet.

C = Cuddles. Does he like cuddling?

When he’s not sleeping at the lab then he loves to cuddle with you. He likes to sleep on your chest especially. Listening to your heartbeat makes him sleepy.

D = Domestic. Does he want to settle down? Possibly starting a family one day?

He would love to settle down with you. Just the thought of having a family with you one day makes him very happy. He doesn’t want to have biological children though, due to his health condition that can be passed down.

E = Ending. How would he react if you two broke up? What would be his reaction be?

No matter your ups and downs he would always try to make it work again. But if you two really need to break up he’s very respectful of your boundaries. He would make it as comfortable as possible so you could stay friends afterwards.

F = Fiancé. How fast does he want to marry? Does he want to marry at all?

Viktor would like to marry you one day, but he’s way too focused on his studies to do it right now. He likes to take his time with proposing to you.

G = Gentle. How gentle is he, both physically and emotionally?

He is very gentle in both physical and emotional, but he will harshly point out when you make mistakes. Especially when they will affect you negatively.

H = Hugs. Does he like hugs? How often does he do it? What are his hugs like?

His hugs are deep and long. He’s not really a PDA guy but in private he loves a good hug. When he had a long day at the lab again it gives him strength to proceed.

| = I love you. How fast does he say the L-word?

As stated earlier he wouldn’t even realize that he has a crush on you. It takes courage to admit it as well. Give him the time he needs he’ll open up eventually.

J = Jealousy. How jealous can he be? What does he do when he’s jealous?

He wouldn’t admit it to you at first. Giving you dirty glances as soon as he notices the looks of others on you. He will do it quietly and quickly till you stop it yourself.

K = Kisses. What are his kisses like? Where does he like to kiss you? Where dies he like to be kissed?

His kisses are soft and gentle. He loves to kiss your hands and forehead! When he knows you have insecurities he makes sure to give them extra attention. He on the other hand loves it when you kiss his face and neck.

L= Little ones. How is he around children?

Due to his own childhood he is very careful of children. They are easily influenced by their surroundings so he tries to show his best self to them.

M = Morning. How are mornings spent with him?

He would stay up so late that he oversleeps in the morning. You have to wake him up gently. He goes to work straight away after eating breakfast with you.

N = Night. How are nights spent with him?

He comes to bed often when you’re already asleep. He comes to bed very exhausted and snuggles up to you listening to your steady breathing.

O = Open. When would he start revealing things about himself? Does he say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?

He wouldn’t reveal too much all at once. It is foolish to reveal unnecessary information to strangers after all. After you work with him longer he’ll reveal more details about his past, present and future!

P = Patience. How easily angered is he?

He’s a very calm individual and won’t get mad over small things. It’s more like frustration than anger. He wouldn’t let it out in you but rather try to talk things out.

Q = Quizzes. How much would he remember about you? Does he remember every little detail you mention in passing, or does he kind of forget everything?

He does remember important stuff and occasionally gives you your favorite things, but you have to remind him on special occasions.

R = Remember. What is his favorite moment in your relationship?

Most likely when you two met each other for the first time. It was refreshing to meet a new interesting person working with him. Who knew that you two could fall for each other?

S = Security. How protective is he? How would he protect you? How would he like to be protected?

He won’t show it but he is very protective. Especially in the lab with huh toxic chemicals and the hexcore. He knows what it does with people.

T = Try. How much effort would he put into dates,anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?

He would make sure to do everything in his power to make you feel special! He doesn’t take you out on little dates often but when he does they’re always so well prepared!

U = Ugly. What would be some bad habits of his?

He works till late in the night and even mornings. His sleep schedule is fucked and his eye bags are getting darker by the second.

V = Vanity. How concerned is he with his looks?

He cares about it a fair amount. His hair is always neat and all his shirts are ironed.

W = Whole. Would he feel incomplete without you?

Depends actually in what stage of relationship you guys are. If it’s only a few weeks in he would miss you as a friend. But if you two are already together for 4+ months then he’d feel lonely and incomplete.

X = Xtra. A random headcanon for him.

He likes it when you compliment his insecurities. It makes him hate them less.

Y = Yuck. What are some things he wouldn't like,either in general or in a partner?

He wouldn’t like it if his partner leaves their plates out. Like food plates with leftovers.

Z = Zzz. What is a sleep habits of his?

He has insomnia to some extent. He wakes up often in the night with slight panic.

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I love Viktor so much. Best Arcane/LOL character ever. Should I do a NSFW version? Let me know what you think! Have a great Day/Night.

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