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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?”

The boy and the boat… ⛵🏃‍♂️

I can't convey to enough the brilliance of casting a VA with a strong accent to play Viktor in Arcane. No one else in the undercity has an accent. Just him. Just the one who went to Piltover and climbed to the top.

I don't even know if it was on purpose but if it was it was brilliant. All the people in power who like Viktor forget where he's from or view him as not like the others while they shit on Zaun. The accent quite literally gives voice to the feeling that he doesn't belong, as well as reminding the audience that he's an immigrant.

Viktor X Reader With Periods

Watch this man learn literally everything about menstruation so he can better take care of you

He definitely tracks your cycle

He makes sure to have all your favorite foods at that time of the month, as well as any sort of anything that's good for cramps

Anyone who asks "are you on your period?" when you're upset is getting a cane to the knees

Viktor also knows exactly the right way to rub your tummy so the cramps subside

If it's really bad will beg you to see a doctor about it

You never have to remind him to buy menstrual products he just does

He might surprise you by coming home early to cuddle with you

He just lays down with you and feeds you chocolate while he strokes your cheekbone

If you get emotional he won't act like you're overreacting, he'll just comfort you and make sure you have everything you need

And you can expect 10 times the affection from him

He knows you need it

Overall he's just a complete sweetheart

My villagers got their own signs in front of their houses now!

Drew all of mine in the order I got them. Enjoy!  ⭐

Beautiful man, how you amaze me with your tragic storyline

I think he's high as balls in this one though

Guys guess who my favourite Arcane character is (IMPOSSIBLE)

haven't seen that meme yet

I’m still losing my absolute mind over the many ways they could change Arcane Viktor into his LoL form or at least make him a mid-point between their own original writing for arcane or mix it with the 2012-2016 League lore

Literally every time I see this scene I start thinking about how Viktor already seems so in control of the death ray lol -

Fr giggling and kicking my feet at this foreshadowing - like you can already tell he’s got good practice with it, especially with the way it’s being handled and the precision of the hermitdonger carving

I honestly like to think that he steals it along with a hextech crystal (just to par in with the original-ish lore between Jayce and Viktor’s argument),

Also judging from how ‘alive’ the hexcore itself seems and the way it’s got a good grip on Viktor it might be safe to say that it’ll have a pretty shitty effect on him mentally but Yk benefiting him physically - maybe that’s what’ll make him wanna go into his glorious evolution and feel nothing ..

ANOTHER THINGG

Blitzcrank eughhhh I’m not quite sure if he’ll be introduced/made by Viktor in Arcane tbh, but that’s all depending on how long this season will go for (pleaspleeaseplease be long I’m desperate) COUGCOUGH Urgot too maybe ? COUGH

I’m just really interested to see how he’ll go from This mf to this mf (I will still love him no matter what)

One thing I am praying they don’t do is turn Viktor into his modern LoL supervillain-like character who sends his mind-controlled chem slaves to go do the dirty work, I really don’t think it would fit in with his character or really compare up to the other antagonistic roles other characters have

Alr random ass talk session is done sorry guys I wanted to rant about the best boy

who else ready for radicalized Viktor this season⁉️

This template is everything to me and I couldn’t help myself

cleaning up old files

How I imagine Arcane season 2 will be for Jayce and Vik

Pssss did you see yhe new Arcane poster?👀 I don't recognize that Viktor

Yeeeeeeeeee

Ok so. Yeah.

This is definitely a shot of Viktor from season one. For one thing, his right hand is ungloved and is not augmented.

For another, his hair is shorter, closer to Act 1 than Acts 2 or 3.

Also, and very strangely, his crutch is on the wrong wide. But the mole above his lip is on the correct side, so it’s not a mirrored image.

Which leads me to the conclusion that this was probably photoshopped together from multiple images of him, possibly one where he was using his cane rather than the crutch, as he used the cane on the right side. Either that or they just thought, presentation-wise, that it looked better on the right and no one would notice (laughs in crazy obsessed bitch).

I’ve been scouring images from season one, and I haven’t yet pinpointed where this might be from. The only thing close is Viktor’s character poster from season one.

It has the shorter hair and almost the exact same expression (except in the new poster he’s looking at the camera).

Overall, I don’t think he’s going to look like this… at all in season 2. He’s going to have scars, he has to. Unless the Hexcore full on shielded him from Jinx’s rocket, which I suppose is a possibility. But mostly I think they threw together an old image of him to mislead us.

And my final thought that I will leave you with is this; thanks to the layering, we can’t see Jayce’s other hand. And I’d like to think…

so hyped for his villain arc you guys.

On a scale of Viktor Nikiforov how are you today?

Since y'all seemed to like the first mood board I made; here's another one.

Same energy