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note: i just got into gachiakuta recently and i’ve been having a lot of fun making these nsfw alphabets, so naturally i had to make one for enjin — enjoy!

18+ mdni !!

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

chill and sweet aftercare

he’ll ruffle his partner’s hair, bury his face in their neck just to breath in the smell of them, pepper them with kisses, etc.

enjoys showering together — can sometimes lead to another round though if they aren’t careful

big pillow-talker after sex, loves to be curled up with his partner just shooting the shit

occasionally smokes after — will take a drag, then pull his partner in for a kiss, sliding the smoke between their lips and along their tongue

B = Body part (their favorite body part of their partner’s)

he likes curves so anything in the stomach, ass, thigh, or chest area are his weakness

he loves feeling that soft, plush skin under his hands, squeezing playfully or using it as something to hold on to when he thrusts into them

when cuddling, he often squeezes his partner’s chest/ass casually, he finds it comforting

they’re also the perfect places to leave hickeys/love bites

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he typically comes on his partner’s chest, ass, stomach, or inside them

prefers not to have his partner swallow as he likes to release somewhere he can see, marking them

he also finds it hot when his partner strokes him over his boxers so he comes through the fabric, likes doing something similar to them as well

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

sometimes enjoys being used like a toy by his partner; watching them ride him only to get themself off — especially if he’s not allowed to touch them during it

has a thing for tongue piercings — his mind goes exactly where you’d expect

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

very experienced, he’s no stranger to a hookup

frustratingly good at sex; he knows how to move, how to pace it, how to push and pull, secret sweet spots to tease

he loves wringing orgasms from himself and his partner, usually has multiple in one go

his experience makes him good in bed across the board for most partner’s, but in terms of more specific quirks and preferences, it will take him a second to pick up

but once he does, it’s on

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

doggy, mating press, cowgirl/reverse cowgirl, face-riding

also likes bending his partner over a table or countertop

during cowgirl, he will hold on to his partner’s waist and thrust up into them while they ride him

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

can be passionate/intense but also a little goofy when the situation calls for it

ex. if there’s like a weird noise or moan, he will take a break to laugh with his partner before getting back into it

if he senses his partner is more tense than usual, he has no qualms about being a little silly to lighten the mood

he’s very smooth with it

good at transitioning between vibes — can take them from giggling to mewling in two seconds 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

completely depends on how busy/overworked he is, but usually keeps it trimmed

has a small happy trail

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

for a hookup, it’s hot and passionate but more casual than romantic

when with a longterm partner, he can definitely lean into more romantic territory but in his own kind of way

ex. he’s big on date nights, will memorize their order for dinner or will bring a bottle of their favorite alcohol/drink when coming over for the night

also likes to buy his partner clothes/lingerie he thinks they’d look good in or that they’d like

romance to him is stuff that is thoughtful and hot

in the bedroom, he’ll give forehead kisses; its a sweet gesture to help ground his partner when he senses things getting particularly intense or when the pleasure becomes overwhelming

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he does it a lot

like at least once a day given work isn’t too crazy

when not in a relationship, he tends to mentally revisit some of his hotter hookups, squeezing himself like how it felt when he was inside them

when in a relationship, he will use nude/racey pictures of his partner they’ve sent each other if they aren’t available at the moment

strokes himself fast and aggressively — slow strokes are only fun when someone else is doing it to him or when they’re watching him do it

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

light pet play (like basically just into leashes and collars), praise, dirty talk, mild exhibitionism/voyeurism, (safe) choking, hair pulling, squirting, biting, threesomes, phone sex/sexting, handcuffs, blindfolds, playful spanking, multiple orgasms

he is usually the more dominant one in bed but definitely enjoys being toyed with now and then

won’t admit it, but has some mild breeding kink tendencies — not full-blown, but definitely there

he also loves a good strip tease

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

prefers his bedroom back at HQ or the club/bar bathroom/private rooms

open to suggestions, he’s really not picky 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

he’s a simple man, seeing any kind of skin will get his blood pumping

he cannot resist a short dress and high-heel combo

besides physical attributes, banter is a crucial component in whether he finds someone attractive or not

thinks it’s really hot when someone can sass/tease him and keep up with him verbally

also likes when his partner bosses him around, he gets a kick out of it and lets them take the reigns for a bit

he always ends up back in charge by the end though

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

he can enjoy a thrill, but anything too dangerous is a no — life on the ground is risky enough

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he loves receiving and giving

when receiving, he will gather their hair in his hands/run his hand through their hair, sometimes tugging playfully as encouragement

will also wipe away any tears that gather from taking him so deep

the trick to get him over the edge is to maintain eye contact

likes having his partner straddle his lap while giving him head so he can finger them at the same time — he matches their pace for a little extra motivation

when giving head himself, he is ravenous

uses his nose to his advantage and usually inserts a few fingers for good measure

doesn’t matter if his partner already came, he will keep going until he’s satisfied, even if they push him away

will grip their thighs and keep their legs open for him, humming against them as praise for being patient while he brings them to the brink of another orgasm

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

starts off slow to help his partner adjust to his size — but by the end, his pace is relentless 

heated, fast, and a tad rough

it just feels so good, he can’t help himself

at climax, he will slow and deepen his thrusts to help his partner ride out their orgasm

he’s also very particular about getting the angle just right; he knows he’s found it when he feels them squeeze around him

“that it?” he’ll tease, grinding into the spot to hear them whine in confirmation

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

oh yeah, he’s always down

quickies typically happen in the car

starts with his partner teasing him as he drives and ends with him pulling over to take them in the backseat

fucks them hard as reparation for distracting him and putting both their lives at risk — but don’t be fooled, he is enjoying every second of it

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

yes, very open to experiment

he’ll try anything once

except maybe anything too hazardous and/or a health concern

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

high stamina overall, and on a good day, very high 

he can hold out on coming for a decent amount of time — and even when he does, he almost immediately goes back in for round two

sex ideally lasts multiple rounds, sweaty and near animalistic by the end

besides the occasional snack/water break, once he gets going, he doesn’t feel the need to stop unless his partner wants to

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves)

absolutely, he has a standard collection of all the basics

almost every time he has sex with his partner at home, a vibrator will be involved

in the past, he mostly used it on his partner for extra stimulation — but one day they pressed it against his tip just so he could feel the sensation and he nearly saw stars

after that, one of his favorite activities became fucking them while they still have a vibrator inside 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

during the day, he keeps it casually flirty so as to not get too distracted — but at night, it’s fair game

especially if he’s out on the weekend and a few drinks in — whew

ex. will take the cocktail cherry from his partner’s empty drink and feed it to them

playfully holds it out of reach, just to make them move closer, then braces his palm on the curve of their ass so they don’t lose their balance

speaking of the club scene, he knows exactly what he’s doing on the dance floor

ex. he’ll grip his dance partner’s hips, spinning them away from him as he smoothly pulls their backside flush against his front and guides their body to move against his own

eventually, he’ll snake one of his hands up their torso all the way to their neck, turning their head back to his mouth for a hungry kiss, leading to the rhythm of the music

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

will match the volume of his partner

lots of groans, pants, moans, and expletives

also incorporates plenty of dirty talk 

“tell me what you want, pretty thing”

“let me show you how good it can feel”

“take it all, baby, i know you can”

“you feel so good wrapped around me — fuck” 

“that’s it, give it to me — i know you’ve got one more in you”

“let it allll out — fuck, that’s so hot”

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

knows the appeal of his hands and does not let it go to waste

likes having his partner suck on his fingers, licking him clean of their own arousal after working them open

in reference to the phone sex thing from earlier, sometimes his partner will call him all needy when he’s on a solo mission and he will talk them through it over his choker

“build it slow, just like how i do it”

“start with one, then another — let me hear you while taking ‘em”

“don’t get frustrated, baby — i know, your fingers just aren’t enough, huh?”

“don't come yet, i’ll be there soon”

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

above average length, he’s well-endowed and he knows it

hot and heavy, lots of veins

pinkish red tip

i’ll let you imagine the rest

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

so high it’s practically unfair

unfair to him because he’s borderline insatiable, and unfair to his partner because he knows how demanding it is

but he never pushes, he can take care of himself if needed

because of this, he generally prefers a partner with a high sex drive that can keep up with his own

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

usually out cold so long as his partner is satisfied

if his partner asks to borrow some clothes to sleep in, he’ll toss them one of his tshirts with nothing else but a wink

has an easier time sleeping when holding his partner in his arms

note: in honor of easthies' anime debut, i’ve decided to write some nsfw headcanons to go along with the rest of the series — if you would like to read the qifrey and olruggio versions, you can check them out below!

Qifrey NSFW Alphabet

Olruggio NSFW Alphabet

18+ mdni !!

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

with hookups, he can come off blunt and distant

makes sure they feel adequate and then would pay for their fare home — not exactly harsh, just purely business

for someone he deeply cares for, it is very different — he is structured and straightforward in his aftercare

ex. will ask if they feel satisfied, what could be improved, how they are feeling currently, what they need, etc.

he prepares the necessities in advance — drinks, food, clean clothes/blankets, even pain meds for when things get, ahem, particularly intense

likes to hold/be held by his partner afterwards

closeness does not come easy to him, so curling up together is very intimate — sometimes even more so than the sex itself

B = Body part (their favorite body part of their partner’s)

views the body holistically rather than for its parts, but does have a certain thing for his partner’s thighs

thighs are just so beautiful to him, strong and soft at the same time, an admirable feat of human anatomy

likes using them to grip, kneading the plush skin as he gets on his knees for them or when he spreads them open

additionally, loves his partner’s hair — this extends to body hair of any kind as well

finds it hot in a primal way

he loves having his own hair tugged/pulled/twisted — not lightly either

it's the perfect amount of domineering and just a tad cruel to where it sends heat flaring through his veins

like he will become achingly hard at the first tug

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

if his partner tells him to, he will spit, swallow, lick up, etc., anything they spill diligently

when his partner is inside him, he will come in his own palm, or if on his back, he will just let it spill onto his stomach — even sometimes getting it on his own face when the angle is just right

it's rather humiliating when that happens and he very much enjoys it

has his partner swallow when they are taking him in their mouth

when inside them, he either fills them up or he pulls out and releases on their back/thighs

cleans his partner meticulously with a warm towel after

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

very territorial when in a relationship — one of his secret fantasies includes fucking his partner/them fucking him in front of a room full of people as a form of claiming

sometimes wishes to be free use/cnc for his partner, but is reluctant to ever admit it because he feels it goes against the framework of proper consent

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he has a decent amount of experience, mostly from all of the hookups needed to clear his head/satiate his physical needs

he has casual sex down to a set of principles and discipline:

1. make sure there is mutual consent

2. talk about what they are both willing vs. not willing to do

3. start with controlled foreplay

4. when ready, both parties must reach climax

5. they do not stay over, he ensures they leave safely

when in a relationship, his partner most likely will learn more from him in the bedroom than the other way around

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

tabletop, bodyguard, doggy, missionary, and face-riding are some of his personal favorites

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he is guarded, even during sex, which makes him come off a bit intense and serious

when in a relationship, he is still serious in the bedroom, but it's more from a place of focus and dedication to his partner than anything else

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

kind of touched on this earlier but yes, keeps the hair and routinely grooms

very off-put by hairlessness on him or his partner — prefers it to be tamed to a degree, mostly for practical reasons, but there needs to be something there

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he’s only romantic with a partner — and even then it’s still different than most typical expressions of romance

hookups are not intimate in that way to him

has a thing about kissing during casual sex — he doesn’t kiss much during hookups, especially not on the mouth

if they try to kiss him, he holds them by the chin, correcting them firmly

“ah, ah — i have not given you permission, have i?”

seems cruel, but in reality it's because he reserves that side of him for someone special/someone he trusts; someone who earns it

when with a longterm partner, sex is an act of worship and devotion

he will give praise, simple but sincere

“you follow instruction so beautifully” or “so perfect, like you were created just for me”

or, when he lets something more possessive slip out, “tell me — who do you belong to?”

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

pent up, but struggles to actually get off at his own hands for some reason

that pesky need for human touch tends to show up when he’s particularly sexually frustrated

it helps to imagine someone else’s hands when stroking himself, even going so far as to hold out on coming until they might allow him to

inadvertently ends up edging himself — which does not help the issue

it's like he can’t help but inflict his own torment; perhaps subconsciously thinks he deserves it

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

already listed a few but here's some more: bondage (to no one’s surprise), orgasm denial, forced orgasm, multiple orgasms, edging, (safe) masochism/sadism, worship, humiliation, praise AND degradation, (safe) choking, spitting in mouths, biting, collars, sub/dom dynamic

almost all of these go both ways, he enjoys doing it to a partner or enjoys them doing it to him

he’s a switch leaning dominant or power bottom, specifically hard dom

when submissive, he is bratty until they have either earned his obedience or forced it out of him

a glutton for punishment

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

only has sex at his place

very strict about boundaries and privacy, so usually sticks to the bedroom, bathroom, or kitchen so long as the curtains are drawn or it’s late enough where no one else would be awake to see

if in a relationship, his partner’s place is fine too, but still prefers his own for the sense of control it provides

on a side note, he really enjoys having filthy sex in the shower

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

this is so toxic of him, but arguments with his partner always end up turning him on LOL

he finds anger and arousal share a similar heat, one that curls under his skin in a dreadfully delicious way

he also just likes a challenge

regarding his softer side, it's a huge turn on when his partner understands him — in small or big ways

like if they remember his preferences for food, clothes, books, etc.

or when they understand why he is the way he is without feeling the need to fix him — he absolutely despises pity, especially when it's disguised as a helping hand

this is not to say he doesn’t want to improve himself, but if his partner can’t love him as he is currently, then entertaining them is a waste of time

because of this, he extends that same grace and understanding to his partner

additionally, likes giving/receiving orders to/from his partner — following or breaking them doesn’t matter, both get his blood pumping

oh also, short skirts

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

no to anything that’s too dangerous or a serious health risk

he has zero tolerance for coercion/manipulation when it comes to sex

needs explicit consent, sometimes even going so far as requiring a written agreement

despite a few of his fantasies, will not do anything even remotely in public — they are fantasies for a reason, and he intends to keep them that way

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

delights in ordering his partner to keep their hands behind their back and having them take him only using their mouth

wish there was a more refined way to put this, but he likes to gag on his partner/watch them gag on him

truthfully, prefers receiving oral — but always returns the favor

needs to tie up his hair first and makes sure to take his time doing so just to see his partner squirm with anticipation

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

switches between different paces and intensities just to hear his partner beg and whine — usually is an even mix of rough and controlled

loves testing his partner's patience

if anything, his partner will be the more sensual of the two

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

yes in terms of hookups — not so much when in a relationship

he prefers to have sex in the evening/at night when there’s no rush and no outside expectations or duties

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

yes, but within reason

he is careful never to take things too far and to check in when necessary

doesn’t hesitate to stop whatever he’s doing when he senses something is off

requires his partner to tell him immediately when something is wrong — he is very strict about that

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

incredibly high stamina, sometimes to the point where he needs to remind himself not to overdo so he doesn't end up paying for it the next day

sex is nearly always a multiple round and multiple orgasm endeavor for him

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves)

yes — specifically enjoys tying his partner down and using a toy on them at his own will or vice versa

likes forcing their climax out of them (with consent ofc), sometimes producing one right after the other until he is satisfied

prefers something that vibrates

also enjoys using handcuffs, rope, blindfolds

sometimes a whip on occasion, but more for stroking/trailing over sensitive skin/teasing

for impact, prefers the sting of his palm, where skin meets skin

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

does not tease much outside of the bedroom until he is very comfortable with his partner

during sex, his teasing comes out in the form of tasteful humiliation/degradation

ex. might tsk his partner if they orgasm early

“what a shame. i believe you do not deserve another until i say so, hm?” or “you’ve made quite the mess — you will stay like this until i am finished”

pretends to be immune to his partner’s teasing, but they both know he's bluffing

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he is not very loud, but is very vocal

usually includes low moans that almost sound animalistic or breathy gasps/whines

incorporates lots of dirty talk

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

one time he got into a heated argument with a fellow knight which resulted in them raising their spear to his neck, pressing slightly into his skin just enough to draw blood — he learned something new about himself that day

on a sweeter note, internally melts when his partner asks to braid/play with his hair

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

average length

slender and pretty

pale, pink skin

i’ll let you imagine the rest

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

high enough to where he wishes it were slightly less as it sometimes interferes with his work/responsibilities

does make him a formidable partner in the bedroom though

a fair trade off, he supposes

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

sleep does not come easily to him — and unfortunately, sex barely helps

he usually just tends to his partner, holding them gently — if they are tired he tells them to sleep and he will return to bed soon

sometimes takes a walk or reads for a bit to clear his head

when he comes back, he usually finds them asleep soundly, wrapped in his sheets all alone — it makes his chest ache with guilt

note: i've gotten quite a few requests for some olruggio nsfw headcanons after my posts about qifrey and i am more than happy to oblige! if you would like to read the qifrey or easthies versions, you can check them out below

Qifrey NSFW Alphabet

Easthies NSFW Alphabet

18+ mdni !!

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

aftercare is a must for him, its laidback but very sweet

lots of forehead kisses, nuzzling into his partner’s neck, playing with their hair, etc.

very doting, he will get them literally anything they request

hell, tell him you want a spell for any reason and he’ll whip one up right then and there

he also enjoys showering together — thoroughly shampoos his partner’s hair for them and kisses their shoulder to let them know when to rinse

nice and warm when curled up together in bed afterwards — sometimes too warm because of how hot he runs

B = Body part (their favorite body part of their partner’s)

if they asked, he’d say every single part of them and he truly means it

but particularly has a weakness for his partner’s hands and back

will take their hand and kiss each individual knuckle before intertwining it in his own

he especially likes the dimples at the small of his partner’s back — gets his heart racing if they happen to peek out from the hem of their clothes during the day

they’re also the perfect place for his thumbs to rest when holding on to their hips and rutting into them from behind; like they were made especially for him

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

kinda vulgar but when he comes, there’s a LOT

likes to do it either on his partner’s stomach or inside of them if they so choose

what drips, he’ll either clean with his mouth or catch with his finger and taste just to watch his partner’s reaction

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

had a wet dream about his partner before they got together and proceeded to keep a dream journal after in hopes of being able to recreate it

lacy undergarments/lingerie are so enticing and sexy to him that he’s not even opposed when his partner jokes that he should be the one to put it on next time instead LOL

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

like his work as an artisan, sex is a craft that he intends to master and improve with each partner

has a decent amount of experience — definitely had his small share of one night stands of multiple varieties while doing commissions in Kalhn/the Great Hall

sometimes a man just needs a pick me up

but much prefers sex with a devoted partner — it never gets old, each time is like the very first to him

will ask for feedback, very big on honest communication

still might tease his partner (lovingly ofc) when they share some of their more private fantasies

“wow, didn’t take you for such a deviant, love”

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

he’s rather straightforward with positions

prefers doggie, missionary/mixed missionary, cowgirl

also enjoys mutual masturbation/frotting

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

very passionate and can definitely be a little silly, more in a playful/teasing way

ex. if he does something that elicits a particularly enthusiastic moan/reaction from his partner he will point it out

“seems someone enjoyed that, hm?”

he keeps it playful but is secretly very smug when he makes his partner feel good

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

clean but scruffy

shaves when he remembers to, which is not all that often

isn’t too worried about it unless his partner prefers it a certain way

on a related note, when his head is between his partner’s legs, he uses his facial hair to his advantage — likes seeing his partner shiver when brushing up against the sensitive skin there

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

despite his gruff exterior, he’s quite the romantic

like candles and rose petals on the bed kind of romantic — probably would do his own version of it though

ex. he’d create a galaxy of stars to hang above the bed, or he’d get his partner’s favorite flowers and put seals on each petal so they never wilt

a certified loverboy, like borderline reverent — shows it more through actions than words though

he’s just in awe of his partner’s beauty and the fact that he gets to have them like this all to himself

results in lots of sweet nothings falling from his lips when he’s inside his partner or vice versa

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

tends to overwork himself so he doesn’t have the energy to do it that often

he also just prefers sex/masturbation with his partner

when he is desperate and his hands aren’t enough, he ends up rutting himself against the sheets — dripping and aching, wishing his partner were there to help him find relief instead

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

already listed a few but here’s some more: handcuffs/light bondage, praise, worship, edging, roleplay, sub/dom dynamic

he is a switch through and through, whether he is leaning dominant or submissive changes by the day — sometimes even by the hour

when in charge, he’s a service dom with soft dom tendencies

when more submissive, he’s either bratty or very obedient — no in between

can also get a tad primal if he’s especially pent up

enjoys a sprinkle of humiliation/desperation from him/his partner here and there as well

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

he’s a homebody, so usually prefers doing it there

his partner might visit him in his workshop and offer to help him blow off some steam, so he will on occasion take them there too

referencing his more primal side, he might also enjoy doing it outdoors

ex. off a path in the woods or under a tree in a meadow (so long as they are far away from anyone who might see)

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

intelligence is a biggg turn on for him

like if his partner comes up with a solution for a new contraption he’s been stuck on that he hadn’t even considered, he will thank them with a heated kiss and promise to show them how grateful he is later, if you know what i mean

also very into tights/stockings/garters/chokers/ties

especially if his partner is wearing any of the above and nothing else

tends to get hot and bothered by his partner sitting in his lap or vice versa

its the same reason him and his partner always end up having sex when they were only cuddling a few minutes ago — they just can't help themselves

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

nothing dangerous or at risk of compromising anyone’s health

and there should be zero pressure regarding sex from him or his partner — that is a hard line not to be crossed for him

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

likes to taste his partner, its rare he takes them to bed without doing so

prides himself in his ability to read his partner’s body and give them what they need in the moment

ex. can tell if he needs to go slower/faster or harder/lighter, and what areas he should focus his ministrations without his partner having to say it

will look up at his partner with those big, twinkly eyes while taking them in his mouth just to feel them twitch between his lips or throb under his tongue

also loves feeling his partner’s mouth on him literally anywhere — wrapped around his cock, up his abdomen, across his chest, behind his ear, on his back/shoulders/neck

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

a mix of all of the above, usually switches between different paces and strengths depending on what his partner is craving

his signature though is slow, deep thrusts that have them mewling and clawing at the sheets

he’s sure to never be too rough with his partner as he’s concerned about hurting them, even if they ask for it

and they say chivalry is dead

however, his partner can be as rough as they want with him — he won't complain

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

down for a quickie on occasion — especially because of how busy he is, sometimes its a necessity

although he doesn’t like making a habit of it because it can feel a bit objectifying

plus nothing truly beats having his partner all to himself, with the time and privacy to do all the new tricks he’s been thinking up since the last time he took them to bed

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

risk in the sense of experimentation — absolutely

risk in the sense of something hazardous to ones health or livelihood — absolutely not

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

completely depends on how overworked he is

usually is good for at least two rounds — on rare occasion three if he’s especially well rested

can hold out on coming for as long as needed though, which does come in handy

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves)

oh yeah, has utilized them in the past and will utilize them again

uses them both on his partner and himself, sometimes simultaneously

he keeps a private journal dedicated to seals he creates for different contraptions and what type of stimulation they produce

notes which ones are best suited to different moods/activities, which ones he prefers vs. his partner, etc.

also always keeps a pair of cooling rings on for when things get too steamy or when wanting to tease or soothe the parts of his partner’s body he just licked/kissed/bit

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

finds himself on the receiving end of teasing more than the other way around

he is only a man at the end of the day — a rather weak one at that

all it takes is a small kiss pressed to his neck or a few words whispered in his ear and he’s flatlining

his turn to tease usually comes during the sex itself — either by getting his partner riled up or making them plead for more

ex. sometimes won’t move after first sinking fully into them, just presses softly on their stomach to hear them whine sweetly

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

makes a lot of noises but isn’t super loud if that makes sense

lots of groaning, grunting, breathy moans, etc.

will whimper when he’s close

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

very good kisser, but usually lets his partner take the lead and follows diligently

speaking of, he does this thing where he will kiss the outer corner of his partner’s eye — like when it crinkles while they’re smiling fondly at him, or when in bed and their expression tightens from pleasure

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

just slightly above average in both girth and length

curved with pretty veins running along the side

tip is extra sensitive

i’ll let you imagine the rest

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

on the slightly higher side of average

tends to suppress his libido because of work and his frequent need to catch up on sleep

noticeably needier when spending more time around his partner though

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

so long as his partner is content, he is out cold almost immediately following aftercare

note: thank you for the support on my previous post! i received some requests for more qifrey headcanons and i am here to deliver – if you haven't seen the first iteration and would like to, you can check it out below

Part 1: Qifrey NSFW Alphabet

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the sign

a discreet way he tends to let his partner know he wants to meet them in the bedroom is through a small, lingering touch

ex. after dinner as he’s gathering the dirtied plates, he might reach out to drag a slow finger across his partner’s shoulder on his way to the sink

it never fails

doting kisses

big fan of taking his partner’s hand to his face and kissing it while holding eye contact just to watch them flush

also when positioning his partner's legs around his hips, will press a soft kiss to the inside of their foot/ankle before continuing

soft spoken

likes to whisper in the shell of his partner’s ear as a form of teasing both before and during sex

soft and tantalizing

usually follows it up with a nip to the earlobe for good measure

hands in his hair

adding on to the previous post, he absolutely melts when his partner scratches his head or runs their hands through his hair

like borderline has him purring

just for him

will leave small hickeys/nip marks but only on areas of his partner’s body hidden away when clothed

his personal favorite is by the hips or inner thighs — he’s sure to keep it tasteful, just enough to remind them he was there

a contradiction

thinks his partner looks irresistible when their hair is mussed and wet, either from the rain or after a shower

bonus points if their clothes are a bit damp and stuck to their skin

strange considering his irritation with water as a whole, he doesn’t know why and doesn’t care to explain it

adoring

loves to grab his partner’s chin

both in a charged way or just affectionate way when looking at/speaking to them

“just let me admire you for a moment”

a time and a place

the only time he kisses sloppily is when working across his partner’s body; wet and hot over the slope of their shoulder, down their navel, across their hip bone, between their legs

never on the mouth though; kisses on the mouth can be equally if not more passionate, but not sloppy — he has some decorum

unexpected consequences

sometimes needs to hear his partner say his name for him to come

this does have an unfortunate side effect outside of the bedroom that has, uh, caught him off guard on occasion

appetizing

when feeling particularly experimental, he will bring food into the bedroom

ex. honey for something sweet and a little messy, whipped cream for teasing, ice to make them squirm, cinnamon/mint for hot and cool touches

he’s open to suggestions/feedback, much like he might be with his regular cooking

sweet control

will use a blindfold if requested by his partner, but never on himself as it thrusts his body into a panic when he’s unable to see

despite his partner likely not caring in the slightest, he can’t help but feel guilty about the double standard

results in him subconsciously giving more praise whenever his partner’s eyes are covered

he knows best

will use his body to manipulate his partner for their own good

now hear me out

he withholds sex if he notices his partner neglecting themselves

ex. if they’ve been staying up late working or not eating enough, he will give them the ultimatum that he won’t take them to bed/they won’t take him to bed until they’ve had some food or gotten some rest

“i will not take advantage of you in such a state where your mind and body are unsound”

grins smugly as he says it, knows exactly what he’s doing

hard and soft (no, not that kind)

on days where he’s more pent up or stressed his grip can be a tad rougher

but he’s sure to sooth those spots with small circles of his thumb every so often while in the heat of it all as a reminder that he cares

power complex

something about his partner getting on their knees in front of him sends a delicious thrum down his spine

he’s reluctant to admit his inclination for dominance at first because of the subordination it implies — he doesn’t like thinking of himself as one who enjoys having power over another in that way

but, through his partner’s reassurance, he allows himself to indulge it in the bedroom

why choose when you can have both?

speaking of his preference towards dominance, he is still a switch and can enjoy being in a submissive headspace for a partner he feels very safe with

he knows its good for him to relinquish control now and then, and admittedly likes getting fucked silly

and he gets the best night of sleep after

divine timing

when he gets close, his head slightly cocks to the side, his eyebrows furrow together, and his breathing becomes uneven

he does his best to time his orgasm with his partner’s — both for the intimacy of it and also because its much hotter that way

how idealistic of him

quite the utilitarian

doesn't feel the need to stop after the first orgasm, especially if his partner asks for a second round

he usually will ride out the high of an orgasm to the brink of overstimulation

never too far, just enough to where not a moment of pleasure is wasted for him and his partner

touchy feely

despite his avoidant tendencies, he can be physically clingy

ex. partner might wake up one morning to find his arms slid under their shirt and wrapped around their torso to hold them close, or his palm resting beneath their waistband

note: there is a surprisingly small amount of explicit qifrey headcanons out there and i’m determined to fix that — apologies in advance if anything i’ve listed is contradictory or doesn’t line up with the story, i’m only a little bit into the manga as of writing this

Part 2 is here! >> Qifrey NSFW Headcanons (pt. 2)

Olruggio version >> Olruggio NSFW Alphabet

Easthies version >> Easthies NSFW Alphabet

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

he does NOT play about aftercare, he's pretty regimented and thoughtful so the aftercare would be planned well before foreplay even begins — soap and towel on the bathroom counter ready for a bubble bath, favorite food/snacks/drinks prepped and on standby, clean blankets to replace the ones he’s sure to ruin

he secretly likes to be pampered every now and then too but doesn’t expect it, although whoever he loves enough to take to bed would likely pick up on that and make sure he is treated to it

with no exception, his partner will be sleeping in his arms or vice versa the rest of the night

B = Body part (their favorite body part of their partner’s)

eyes (in a perverted way) and mouth/neck (less perverted way)

VERY into eye contact (ironic, i know) likes seeing that twinkle in his partner’s eye when he first sinks into them or they sink into him, likes watching them get teary-eyed from the pleasure, and likes watching their eyes roll back when they are close

does like to stick his fingers in his partner’s mouth now and again ngl, but mainly loves the mouth and neck for kissing; delicate, rough, needy, teasing — the options are endless and they all produce different results, he loves to experiment to see what gets under their skin, what makes them tick

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

has a fascination with it tbh, he views it as soul binding in a way, so if he trusts someone enough to fuck them, he's coming inside (with permission of course) or vice versa as a way to seal the connection — definitely some possessive undertones there that he would never admit to

he especially loves just watching his partner come, its raw and visceral in a way he doesn’t typically allow himself to indulge

prefers not to come on his partner’s face unless requested but does enjoy when his partner comes on his LOL idk when he does it to his partner it feels blasphemous but when they do it to him its just hot

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

has thought about the potential use of forbidden magic in the bedroom for pleasure — purely theoretical, never put into practice

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

has had very few partners, but there was plenty of intimacy with each that has brought him a decent amount of experience, but admittedly not as much as most people

he is observant and patient though, so give him a little time and he will figure anything out

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

lotus or spooning

also appreciates missionary, can’t go wrong with the classics

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

his lighthearted demeanor is still there but his focus can make him come off more intense, he appreciates the human nature of sex and doesn't let his partner get embarrassed when things dont exactly go according to plan

he’d smooth over mishaps with kisses, like if his partner slipped or knocked their ankle on the bedside table he’d press a kiss to it as he continues, very sweet and attentive

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

well groomed but not hairless unless preferred by his partner

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

perfect mix of psychological and physical, he knows that appealing to someone’s fantasies is the quickest way to succeed in the bedroom

romantic in the way that he is a very devoted and sincere lover, filthy in the way that he gets completely overtaken during sex, his usual composure becomes something still controlled but more depraved and daring

also big on holding hands during sex, he doesn’t care how cliché it is

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

does not have time to do it as much as he should, ends up pent up more often than not

if he has a keepsake from his partner, he will sometimes jack off while holding it in his other hand, ex. a pendant, a cap ornament, a piece of clothing (bonus points if it smells like them)

and he will feel guilty about it every time

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

already kind of dropped a few but here’s some more: bondage, kneeling, begging, praise, worship, aphrodisiacs, cockwarming, multiple orgasms, temperature play/wax play, sub/dom dynamic

he’s definitely a switch but prefers being dominant because its an easier headspace for him to be in — specifically soft dom/pleasure dom or a mix of both depending on the day

every now and then can enjoy some mild verbal degradation but only at his expense, never his partner’s

heavily into foreplay, wants to make sure he’s fully there with his partner in mind, body, and soul, nothing less

also has some very mild sadistic/masochistic tendencies that he refuses to examine too closely

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

prefers doing it at home using a soundproofing spell, other than that as long as its somewhere private that provides him the space and time he needs to get him and his partner off he’s open to it

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

when his partner moans his name, having his hair pulled/tugged on, love bites, starting foreplay over clothes, undressing each other

really enjoys teasing, it makes the inevitable that much more rewarding

a nice perfume/cologne can also get his blood pumping

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

anything dangerous or too irresponsible is probably a no-go

very much needs explicit consent, anything less is a no to him

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

likes giving oral more than receiving but is not opposed

very good but agonizingly slow, he draws it out on purpose just to see his partner squirm and beg

occasionally likes to make them come from his mouth alone first, likes to get them all worked up again for a second or sometimes third orgasm before he’s even had his first, his patience knows no bounds

although he’s skilled with his mouth, he’s even better with his hands — long, dexterous fingers in tandem with his sharp observation and adaptability make him an expert at building his partner up and breaking them apart

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

kind of toxic of him but depends on his stress/mood

the more stressed he is the rougher he gets (with consent ofc), rough pounding and harsh grip but usually paired with lots of kisses and sweet nothings/praise, ex. “you are doing so well/you take me so well” and “you are so beautiful” or just “i love you”

when’s he’s less stressed, he’s more composed and measured, taking his time, sensual and loving but pacing himself until him and his partner are on the verge of insanity, when like this his words can be more teasing/toying, playfully frustrating, lots of “what was that? i couldn’t quite make that out?” and “you must ask politely” or “beg for me”

he’s funny like that

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

not opposed, but he usually finds that its more difficult to be spontaneous than it is to simply plan in advance

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

risk in the sense of experimentation — absolutely

risk in the sense of actual danger to ones health or livelihood/something irreversible — probably not

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

high physical stamina and even higher mental stamina

confirmed sleeper build so he can go multiple rounds no sweat if him and his partner so desire and has a mental fortitude that is nearly unbreakable unless he wants it to be

despite that, he can sometimes come quicker than expected if he hasn’t seen his partner in a while — but that does not slow him down, if anything it spurs him on further

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves)

oh yeah, it practically comes with the territory of being a witch considering all the useful gadgets and tools they create

assuming magic sex toys aren’t forbidden, he might even have a small journal dedicated to the spells used on different toys he comes up with and what type of stimulation they produce, notes which ones his partner seems to enjoy, etc.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

LOVES to tease his partner, almost unfairly so

he knows exactly what words to say to get his partner hot and bothered, how to say them, and what small touch to accompany it for maximum effect

he likes being teased too but he’s not very easy to crack (and is secretly prideful of that fact)

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

oh he wants to hear every single sound his partner makes, will sometimes stop mid fucking to explicitly say so if he senses them holding back

he also will be vocal but more through words (ex. talking you through it) and low moans, maybe the occasional whimper if he’s really letting himself relax

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

despite his need for privacy, he once had a wet dream in which him and his partner were strolling about the great hall and his partner decided to hide under his robe to pleasure him, when he woke up, he had never been so hard in his life — he sometimes revisits the fantasy when masturbating

on a related note, he really enjoys lazy wake-up sex

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

slightly longer than average, pretty pink tip, i’ll let you imagine the rest

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

higher than one might expect, but definitely a quality over quantity type of person in the bedroom

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

an avid enjoyer of pillow talk but once the conversation settles he tends to get wrapped up in his thoughts, not always in a negative way, he’s just a naturally contemplative person

— Pairing: Robert Robertson x Coworker fem!Reader —

* Read Part 1 here *

Description: You send some risqué pictures to Robert before going to an office party together. You both end up leaving early — but not before making good use of a spare empty conference room. On the comedown, you invite him up to your apartment. And upon realizing what happened earlier wasn't nearly enough, neither of you hold back anymore.

2.7k — 18+ minors DNI — Content: alcohol, making out, dry humping, handjob/blowjob, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex

Note: part two is finished! hopefully it lives up to the first. enjoy :) #softdomroberttruther

Your focus returns to the present as you feel Robert’s still-warm suit jacket close around your shoulders, shielding from the bite of night air. Stepping back outside and towards the parking lot together. Still processing. Still reeling.

The friction as you walked, wet and bare beneath the line of your dress, was already building you up again. And now that you had gotten a taste, you had an appetite. How his palm had been flush against heat, fingers deep in you, coaxing out every single feeling you’d repressed since day one. God, you wanted more. Greed was a vice you didn’t often indulge, thinking to yourself he should take that as a compliment.

You glance to his fingers as they curled around the door handle of the car, helping you in. Taunting, a reminder of how they had just undone you. Once seated, Robert takes a moment, silently checking on you before turning the key in the ignition.

Meanwhile, you were thinking of ways to return the favor. You knew he would protest. Walls came down brick by brick, not in one swoop.

Regardless, something had shifted — and neither of you wanted to go back. So, hesitation was self-righteous at best and pointless otherwise. Band-aid ripped off and wound bared. Raw, open, real. A little dangerous, but risk was a necessary evil. And maybe a fun one too.

Right now, you just wanted to show him how much you were willing to give in return; aching to, honestly. Was it slightly self-invested? Yes. Was it also genuine? Absolutely. Desire was a multifaceted endeavor, which he deserved in equal respect.

Eventually pulling up to your place, he puts the car in park, looking to you.

“Want to come inside?” You utter, not wanting to leave him like that. Not wanting to leave him at all.

“Yeah, I’d like that.” And he couldn’t bring himself to say no.

You take him up to your floor, apartment key fumbling through tipsy fingers as you opened the door. Sliding off your heels followed as you hung his suit jacket nearby.

“Here,” You lead him to the living room before heading towards the kitchen to get some water for you both.

Returning, glasses in hand, you set them on the coffee table as you stood in front of where he sat on the edge of the couch.

“Need anything? Something to eat?” You ask, the role of polite host kicking in despite the egregious lack of formality that brought you both here.

Robert found it sweet; you wanting to take care of him. Like that made any sense given what just occurred. His hand moved to the back of your thigh, tracing up and down reassuringly.

“I’m fine. Promise.” All disarming with his brown eyes and freckles.

It made you want to drop forward into his lap. Knees straddling and arms wrapping around his neck, keeping him close. Which is exactly what you did.

“I just don’t want you to leave yet.” You murmured into his neck. It hit him square in the chest. A longing near physically painful, he recognized all too well.

He hums in response; a dead man walking. His arms wrapped around you, long breaths and calm heart beating against his. Savoring it. Innocent and near domestic in a way that felt scarily right.

Until your hands traced down his chest and your mouth found his again, slower and sweeter — until his hands tangled back in your hair and yours lowered to his waistband.

With a gentle tug, your mouth parts and he takes full advantage, slipping deeper. Dress riding up as his hips pressed into you. Whether it was intentional or not didn’t matter. No dignity in the way you were still bare beneath your dress, ruining the outside of his pants and no shame in the way he was enjoying it either.

He groaned at how earnest you were.

“It’s late. You should rest.”

“It’s only ten,” You exhale. “Want you — need you, please.” You ground down against him to emphasize your point, which was quickly returned with an upward roll of his hips in response.

His knee-jerk reaction was to let things cool down back to a comfortable simmer, lest he be burned. If he were lying to himself, he would say that was what he wished to do right now. Because wanting someone so badly it bordered on a need as fundamental as oxygen scared the shit out of him. But something about you had always made him too honest.

“Okay.”

You observe him, now a bit apprehensive yourself.

“You sure?” Suddenly worried that you were being pushy. Or that he didn’t want you to that extent, or maybe he was already regretting what had happened, or —

You feel his hand slide around to cup the side of your face, taking your lovesick, hungry eyes in his own.

“Yes.” He utters the single word with the amount of conviction usually reserved for when lives were at stake. And, well, maybe his was.

It wiped away any doubt you had left.

You move your hand to smooth over his length through slick fabric. He groans, but he doesn’t tell you to stop. “One condition,”

You look up at him, eager.

“You tell me if it’s too much.” He says sternly but not without warmth, leaning to kiss once under the curve of your jaw. “Deal?” The offer rumbles low and hot against your cheek as his hands come down, tracing the curve of your hips.

“I’ve done plenty more in one night than this.” Your retort would’ve sounded a lot cooler had your delivery not come out heady and a bit strained.

“Is that a challenge?” His gaze flits down to your lips, smiling. A man who didn’t seek out challenge, per se, but wouldn’t back down if an especially beautiful one ended up in his lap.

You lean in, lips near the shell of his ear as your fingers began to work down the buttons of his shirt. “I’ll take whatever you give me.”

Now, that shot heat straight under his skin.

Once his shirt hung open, you traced a hand down his chest — just slow enough to see his skin prickle in wait. You shifted off his lap and next to him on the couch, turning to face him as you propped your knees under you on the cushion. Gradually, you start unbuckling his waistband.

His hand smooths over the back of your head gently. Grounding you both without saying a word. You look up at him, his breathing was heavier than before, eyes trained on where your hands slid under fabric, pulling him out.

You wrap your fingers around just the head to start, twisting up and down. And the way his breath hitched did more than any praise ever could. You spread what he had leaked fully down his length, soothing the friction as you add just enough pressure to make his mind go blank.

“Mm,” He moans, and a single noise had never sounded so sweet. “Just like that.”

You continue, stroking up and down his length. Fully hard in your grasp now, and if it weren’t so lewd, you would tell him your mouth was watering. So, you settled on showing him instead.

You leaned forward, lowering your face into his lap. Your tongue traces around the tip, catching its wet grievances on your tongue, before pulling back to leave a short kiss above the base. The act sent a twitch through his nerves and down his cock, giving you a certain satisfaction you didn’t know you needed until now.

Finally, you take him in.

The feeling of your cheeks hollowing around him as you sunk down was gut-wrenching, perfect. Mind-numbing in a way he assumed most drugs couldn’t even touch. Your nose bumped into skin, holding yourself there before slowly sliding back off. Spit dribbles down your lip as you catch your breath and he swipes it away with his thumb. Always attentive to you no matter the circumstance — and, fuck, did it turn you on.

You take him in your mouth again, this time reaching your hands around the base to supplement. The sound as you pushed his cock in and out was obscene, shooting something molten through his veins.

“Fuck — you’re really good at that.” He gasped with a strangled chuckle.

He was in disbelief of whatever he had done to deserve this. Never having bought into religion, he found himself thinking that maybe there was a god — some sort of higher power. And it existed in the form of you making him whole and then broken again within the same drag of your lips.

Previously braced against the side of your head, you feel his hand drift down your back, stopping to push down gently at the base of your spine, indicating for you to lift your hips. You follow suit, arching your back for him.

His hand smooths down the curve of your ass and traces up and down the back of your thigh once, as if thanking you, before then lining up his fingers to your entrance once again. He slides them into you carefully, noting how you squeezed around one finger, quickly followed by a second.

Thrusting in and out of you, he matches the pace of your mouth. You hummed around his length, taking his fingers at the same time. It made you feel depraved in the best way — only for him.

Each take of your mouth got faster, and he followed, plunging deeper until you were so dizzy you were acting on baseline instinct: don’t stop. However, Robert wanted to pace himself.

Gently, he pulls his fingers from you. You feel them wrap around the back of your neck, careful but firm, causing your core to flutter around the emptiness in protest. You look up at him, dazed.

“So pretty.” He remarks, entirely sincere.

Despite everything that had happened so far, this made you blush the most. Aching for more and skin flushed hot, he didn’t want to make you wait any longer.

You sit back up, lifting your arms as his hands reach to the bottom of your dress, pulling it up over you. You were a sight to behold, he thought, kissing your stomach as he went. It knocked the air right out of his lungs.

Dress off and forgotten, he guides you by the waist, laying you down on your back against the cushions and positioning himself above you.

“Bed?” He asks, slightly breathless. Worried that taking you on the couch read a bit too casual than this all meant to him.

You shake your head, too impatient. “Next time.” You nip at his bottom lip, sealing the promise.

And Robert knew not to look a gift horse in the mouth.

After adding a pillow underneath your hips, he takes his length in his palm. Stroking a few times as you watched, hungry.

“Please,” You beg. “Want to feel you.”

“I know.” He coos, leaving an open-mouthed kiss under your ear. “Just wanted to hear you say it.”

Had his admission not made you so lightheaded, you might have rolled your eyes.

Ultimately just as impatient as you were, he brought the tip to your entrance, finally sinking into you. Slow, so you felt every drag of his length against your walls. You couldn’t help but clench around his cock as he fully seated himself inside you, sending a raw shiver up his abdomen.

The angle of your hips had him pushed up against that same spot he found earlier. He was fairly certain, but brought his palm over your stomach to check. Pressing just enough to feel you involuntarily tighten around him — definitely it. You whine, but he moves quickly, swallowing it down as his lips caught yours.

After one more tender kiss to remind you that he cares, he starts thrusting in and out of you. Easy at first, reading your reaction. Once he was sure you could handle more, he picked up the pace.

Realistically, you knew the drinks had to be leaving your system by now. But you still felt buzzed — drunk on him alone. On the way he filled you up over and over until you didn’t know where he started and you ended.

Sharp noises broke from your throat as he pushed into you, not letting up. Still, you wanted more.

“Harder,” You choked out, throwing away the last shred of propriety you had left.

He wanted to question it — to check in. But the most he could muster was a twitch upward of his brow before letting the fire of your words burn away his conscious. Giving in.

Each snap of his hips met yours, dedicated and stronger. Hitting that spot deep inside your core that made you see stars. Your pulse thumped in your peripheral as his hand smoothed strands of hair from your face. He watched intently as his breathing grew more labored, revering in the image of you.

Your arms wrap around his neck momentarily as you bear down on his cock, noticing the muscles coiling low in your stomach. Body indicating you were on the edge of surrender before you could admit it. Robert, never missing a detail, drags your focus back up to him as he speaks.

“You close?” He breathes out.

Your throat hitches. “Almost.”

“Lift your knee for me.” He instructs, patting your right leg. You follow. For fucks sake, he could tell you to grab the moon from the sky and you’d find a way to do it if it meant you could always have him like this.

His hand runs down your calf, bringing your leg up over his shoulder and deepening the angle of his thrust in one motion. To his delight, it resulted in the most beautiful moan falling from your lips he’d heard yet.

He makes good use of this new position, rutting further as you both clung to the edge a little longer. You notice him twitch inside you, and he sensed you holding back again — seemingly a habit of yours. One he intends to help you break.

“Look at me,” He commands, voice still soft but with his own need peeking around the edges. You train your eyes on his, suddenly noticing the way he was looking at you. Like you were the center of everything.

“Let go." He turns to peck a hasty kiss to your ankle still held against the slope of his shoulder. "I’ve got you.”

You couldn’t hold back much longer. Stubborn to your own dismay. His other hand reaches down, rubbing fast circles over your clit as he drove into you. Overwhelming in the best way.

“Fuck, ah — ” Body eventually caving, you cry out as your climax crashes over you.

It came in violent, unforgiving waves. Euphoric, eyes rolling back as his cock seated itself so deep you were sure to memorize the sensation. He didn’t stop pumping into you, tip brushing that spot from earlier as he saw how long he could make this one last. You deserved it. All the pleasure he could give.

Strangled moans and a few expletives poured out of your mouth. Your hips jerk up, core clenching around him so desperately now he was the one seeing stars. He groans, not able to hold out anymore.

Before impulsive turned into reckless, he pulled out of you, wrapping a hand around his cock as his release spilled out across your stomach in hot, devoted pulses. He gasped roughly, his hand eventually coming to a slow on his length.

You were still throbbing between your thighs as the aftershocks rippled through your system. Every nerve tingling; a reminder that you were alive. He gently brought your leg back down, letting go, then bracing one hand beside your head on the cushion. The other cradled your face as he breathed you in.

“You okay?” He asks softly, admiring his work. Like he wasn’t equally as fucked out.

“Mhm.” A hum was all you could manage.

After taking a moment to tidy up, he brings you against him. Arms curling you into his torso. Warm. Breathes in sync and minds completely lost; a nice change of pace.

You feel the stubble along his jaw brush your cheek. “We should have done that way sooner.”

A small laugh comes from you in response. You shake your head lazily, tracing the line of a scar across his chest with your finger.

“Guess we’ll just have to make up for lost time.”

He smiles. You always were the more optimistic of you both.

— Pairing: Robert Robertson x Coworker fem!Reader —

* Read Part 2 here *

Description: You send some risqué pictures to Robert before going to an office party together. You both end up leaving early — but not before making good use of a spare empty conference room.

4.0k — 18+ minors DNI — Content: tame sexting/nudes, alcohol, dirty talk (in character, I promise), fingering, oral sex (fem receiving), semi-public

Note: i’ve been obsessed with dispatch recently (need all of them fr) but specifically robert has me banging on my chest like a gorilla, so here’s my small contribution to the robert x reader fanfic community — if anyone is interested in a potential part two, let me know :)

The invite had outlined what you were to wear. Black cocktail attire, straightforward enough. Surely, you could choose between the few options you dug from your closet. But decisiveness had never been your strong suit — and that sounded boring anyway.

Picking up your phone from the nightstand, you begin to send your coworker and for-all-intents-and-purposes-casual-date for the evening a text.

“Hey, need your help”

After a few moments, your phone vibrates.

“Yeah?”

“Help me pick, going between three options”

You stand in front of your floor length mirror, phone in hand with the camera opened, dressed in option number one. Sleek, elegant, and decently modest despite its form fit. You posed slightly, but the image was innocent enough. You hit send.

There was only a slight pause before Robert thumbs-upped the picture, quickly followed by another text.

“Mhm. Are there others?”

A smile made its way across your face at his response, a bit eager. A good sign.

You quickly slip on your second dress. Not much different than the first, your photography skills were going to have to do the work this time.

You turn your camera front-facing, taking a picture from the neck down where you stood, showcasing the dress and how well you fit into it.

A longer pause on his end. Typing bubble pops up. Then disappears. Then reappears.

“Turn around.”

You let out a heady sigh as something lower in your stomach twists with want. You were the one trying to get him flustered, making all this effort when apparently all he needed to do to return the favor was send two fucking words. Your skin was heated, buzzing.

You bring your phone up over your shoulder to capture the back, including the slope of your hips and where the length of the dress sat high on your thighs. You send the picture as he had asked, eyes trained on the screen as you wait for his response. Your phone vibrates again.

“You look beautiful. But try the third on.”

You began chewing on your bottom lip to distract from the giddy feeling in your chest. God, you were so fucked.

The third option had purposefully been saved for last. You slide the dress over your frame, also black. Formal, definitely tight, and definitely short. Truthfully, near too scandalous for a company party.

With your pulse high in your throat, you move to your bed this time, lying down on the sheets causing the dress to ride up significantly. You don’t fix it. Bringing your phone camera up above you to take the picture. Arching your back so that a glimpse of your lace underwear peeks from between your legs and ensuring that the cut of the neckline was deep from that angle. You take a moment to examine your work. Too much? You question, yet you almost don’t care.

You had been around Robert enough over the past few months to realize that, unless you were completely delusional, the feeling was mutual. You got along well, you would even go so far to say you were good friends by now. Casual flirting here and there, nothing too intimate, and nothing you hadn’t seen him do with others at the office.

But it wasn’t just that. Any time he was close, you could feel it. This tension.

From leaning over your computer to assist on a call, to sharing a booth during team bonding at the bar on occasional Friday nights. Or any time he touched you — playful jabs, reassuring gestures, a hand briefly grazing your waist as he moved past in the break room. All innocent enough on paper, but devastating in person.

Before joining SDN, you had chalked up the notion of immediate chemistry upon meeting someone to lustful romantics being full of shit.

But, oh, were you wrong. And it hit like a drug.

Thinking back to all the times you had been this close to sending a text that said, “I really want you to fuck me” during late, drunken hours of the night, this approach was perhaps tasteful in comparison.

So, with bated breath, you hit send.

And…

He doesn’t respond.

Fuck. It’s been well over ten minutes. You immediately begin thinking up an appropriate apology.

“Sorry, I got carried away.”

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

“I don’t want to make things weird between us.”

“I clearly can’t read the fucking room, I —”

*Bzzt*

Your heart stutters as your phone jolts against your palm.

There weren’t any words. Instead, he had sent a single picture of his own.

The image was from the jaw down, leaning casually against his headboard. Clearly in the middle of getting ready himself, his white dress shirt was half unbuttoned at the collar and untucked at the waistband. You could see the faint trail of hair leading down from his navel underneath to where his hand rested low on his stomach. His belt was undone. And the top of his suit pants was strained just enough to show what you had done to him.

You were speechless. And warm, really warm. Your thighs press together where you sat on the edge of the bed, eyes tracing over every detail. Heart racing and nerves ablaze. Suddenly, it was real. Not a question, not an inkling. The proof sat in your hand, hot and heavy, followed by a complimentary shot of adrenaline straight through your veins.

“Noted. Option three then?” You send back.

Teasing. Casual. Cool. As if that exchange didn’t have you completely and utterly wrecked. Like, somewhere along the way, your respect and appreciation for him hadn’t turned into something more depraved. A raw need that you couldn’t keep to yourself anymore.

*Bzzt*

“Good choice.”

*Bzzt*

“Be by to pick you up at eight.”

Your head spins. You were so done for. Then, just when you think you had survived.

Robert saved image to camera roll.

He fucking saved it. Your imagination starts tumbling over itself thinking up scenarios for when that might be used. All of which had your skin tingling as you tugged on the hem of your dress. Suddenly bashful, as if he could see you through the phone screen.

Walking to your vanity, you start applying your makeup in a haze, hiding the flush spread across your skin. Hair followed — pushing pins in each strand to keep yourself together. A metaphor, really. The rest of your routine was a blur. Your focus was instead spent anticipating the night ahead.

* * * * *

He picked you up, punctual as ever. Conversation came easy as you slipped in the passenger seat, despite the exchange just an hour earlier. It was familiar, natural banter. That was the thing about Robert. He was a professional, respectful and controlled — but he was also warm, grounded. A combination that made him magnetic without even trying.

“So, any etiquette I should be made aware of?”

For most circumstances which you hadn’t been acquainted, Robert usually showed you the ropes. And “office party” could mean wildly different things depending on where you were employed.

“Eh, not really.” He said with a shrug, one hand lazily perched on top of the steering wheel as he pulled up to the familiar office building. It looked a bit different after-hours, you thought.

“Maybe stay away from the appetizers — they look better than they taste. And just don’t, like, punch the CEO and I think you’re good.”

His tone was dry, playful as his eyes flicked to yours. You chuckle.

“Shit, well, there goes my party trick.”

A laugh rumbles from his chest as he puts the car in park, getting out of the driver’s seat to come to your side.

During the half-second after opening your door, his gaze flicks over your frame — so quick, almost like it was involuntary — before returning to your face, offering you his hand.

“Guess we’ll have to find you a new one, then.”

You let him pull you up, both of you standing closer than usual. Close enough that his cologne slips under your guard; understated and masculine. You smile at the gesture, adjusting the bottom of your dress with the opposite hand as you stand.

“Thanks.”

He nods gently, turning to walk with you towards the entrance. Cars zip by, headlights streaking your vision. As you cross the street, his hand came to rest on the small of your back. Subtle, protective without being overbearing.

You drag in a long breath of the brisk night air before you enter, trying to remind yourself of the sensation. Cooled, calm.

Inside was buzzing with energy. Superheroes, reformed villains, faculty and staff alike filled the large main floor lounge. Someone’s playlist was fed through the intercom, the beat echoing in your chest. Warm, low lights were haphazardly strung to the walls in an endearing attempt at ambience.

The tension in your shoulders eases up, realizing that the expectations were casual. One could let loose for a little under the pretense that no one talks about it the following Monday. Or, at least, not to their face.

Robert watched you, observing as your gaze flitted around the room recognizing a few familiar faces, most new. His shoulder brushes yours, leaning in to speak.

“Gonna grab us some drinks, any requests?”

His words came out low and gravelly against your skin. You wondered if he knew what it did to you.

“Thanks, uh, yeah, I’ll just have what you’re having.” You offer an appreciative smile before he left for the makeshift bar on the opposite side of the room.

The plausibility of you making it through the evening was dwindling fast. The drinks would help. A lie, you knew it too.

Minutes later, Robert had returned close to your side with two glasses of Whiskey; his neat, yours mixed with some coke on ice, how he knew you usually ordered it. You wrap your hands around its chill to ground yourself, watching as he took a sip. He held your stare as you followed suit.

“It’s good. Strong.” You punctuate your remark with a short cough, the burn lingering on the back of your tongue.

Robert clears his throat as he brings the glass back down. “Believe it or not, I didn’t order doubles.”

“Bartender must have a thing for you.” You tease.

“Oh, definitely.” He purred.

Your focus flicks to the bar where Chase was making drinks, rolling his eyes as he handed off another round of whatever the fuck he mixed together and deemed close enough to the original order. Noticing you, he gives a small wink; the trademark gesture of a wingman.

And before you could react, you were whisked away by a friend to the dance floor. You glanced back at Robert who seemed more than content to watch, nodding you ahead.

Shortly after some quick catching up and another drink, you circled back around to him. Cheeks rosy and breath still a little short.

“Having fun?” He asked, amused by the state of you.

“Yeah, need a breather.”

You go for more of your drink to cool down, but the clink of ice against the glass reminds you it was empty.

Robert doesn’t hesitate, lifting his own drink to your mouth instead. Your lips catch the straw as you take a sip. You try not to think too hard about what just happened as his arm comes back down to his side.

“You know,” You move in closer, reaching up to smooth out his collar as an excuse to stay there. “You could come dance too.” You hum as your palm moved down to brace against his chest, tapping your pointer finger against one of his shirt buttons. His eyes flicked down to your hand before looking back up, intrigued.

Never usually this brave, the alcohol was slowly chipping away at both of your restraint. And neither of you were complaining.

“Mm, what happened to taking a breather?” He cocked an eyebrow at you.

You roll your eyes in agreement, smiling. “Wanna come?”

“Yeah, sure.”

You turn to head towards the front entrance, but his hand finds your waist — stopping you, physically and mentally, in your tracks.

“They usually smoke out front. This way.” He punctuated the pivot with a soft squeeze above your hip, nodding towards the hallway.

The party muffles as he leads you both to the other end of the hall into an empty conference room. With a precise click, the heavy door shuts behind you. The bass still faintly thrums under your feet as you move towards the table in the center of the room, taking a seat on the edge. Robert follows behind you comfortably, stopping to stand in front of where you sat. More space between you and him than you wanted, admittedly.

“Better?” He asks, appraising.

“Much.” You let out a sigh in reprieve, “Are you sure we’re allowed in here?”

“Probably not. But the way things are going out there, I’m guessing HR will have bigger issues to worry about.”

You snort, reaching up to adjust the pins in your hair. Compounded by the loud environment, the hairstyle had become suffocating. A pin slips into your fingers, but not the one you were looking for. A minute of searching later and your arms start to feel heavy.

“Need help?” He notices.

You concede. “Ugh. Yeah, maybe.”

He takes a few steps closer, standing between your legs. You settle for holding on to the edge of the table, dangling slightly forward to give him easier access. Despite your helpful posture, he leans in anyway. One of his hands tangles in the hair at the nape of your neck, bracing himself, the other searching for the pin that was bothering you. You could’ve come undone from that alone.

His face moves closer, trying to get a better look. Before registering it, your head tilts to the side in response, baring more of your neck to him. The body’s version of a freudian slip. You feel his breathing stutter in recognition.

“Got it.” He whispers into your neck as the stubborn pin slides loose, clacking softly against the table where he sets it.

Yet, he doesn’t move.

Leaning into you, not quite drunk but plenty tipsy. Enough where inhibitions slipped and reality hit slower and harder at the same time. His face finds the crook of your neck and stays there, breath brushing your skin before he spoke.

“You…smell really good.” Soft. Affectionate. A little too honest.

His lips grazed the side of your neck, causing a noticeable hitch in the back of your throat. Testing, but not giving in just yet. Your thighs tense against each other. Involuntary. Shameful only because of how little it takes.

His hands gently find solid ground on your thighs, pulling back from the slope of your shoulder. Now face to face and mere inches from something neither of you could come back from.

“Can I try something?” He asks lowly, gaze flicking down to your lips momentarily in wait.

“Mhm.” God, yes.

But, he doesn’t lean in.

Instead, you feel his hands, calloused and warm, run down your thighs as you watch him lower down on to his knees.

The act catches you off guard. It makes your stomach flip and heat coil deep as you slightly stance your legs apart on instinct. Grateful for the access, his touch slips just barely under the line of black fabric.

“Still okay?” His eyes find yours, admiring but dark around the rim with want.

“Yes.” Your answer is breathy, earnest.

He exhaled like he’d been holding it the entire evening.

“Lean back on the table.”

You do, bracing your elbows slightly behind you. Below, but somehow still the one in control, he begins to push the hem of your dress further up, his thumbs rubbing slow circles by the laced edge of your underwear. You watched him move closer, taking his time placing soft, hungry kisses up the inside of your thigh. The stubble along his jaw grazed sensitive skin, sending a shiver down your back.

“Lift your hips.”

You follow his direction; it felt automatic, inevitable. He was the only one you could see yourself surrendering to like this. Earned trust and innate desire intertwined to make one hell of an aphrodisiac. His fingers hooked under the lace adorning your hips, pulling them down — almost reverent. Watching your reaction before dropping them gently on the floor.

He swiped his finger through the need evidently pooled between your legs.

“Someone came prepared.” He remarks, only a bit smug and mostly turned on.

You choke at the brief friction. “Been that way since you sent that picture.”

Your admission made something tight and hungry clench in his gut. He pulls his hand away, moving his mouth closer to where you needed him. His nose brushes once against your clit.

“Yeah? Wanna know what I was doing when you sent yours?” He uttered, nipping further up the inside of your thigh before soothing it with his tongue.

You gasp, followed by a strangled hum. He took that as a yes.

“Definitely caught my attention with the first one,”

His kisses turned open-mouthed, greedy. Roaming the outer edge of your heat before pulling back enough to continue his answer.

“Saw the next, knew I was fucked,”

His hands trailed down your legs, keeping them open.

“Was hard before you even sent the last one.” He exhaled roughly — as if just being reminded of it was torturous.

“Then what?”

You wanted to hear him say it.

“I undid my belt, then the waistband,” His voice was low, hypnotic.

“And after I sent my own picture in retaliation,”

He brings his thumb to your clit, tracing slow, measured circles. Taking his time, mouth still agonizingly close. You whine impatiently, but you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

“Started stroking myself through these pants, thinking about how I wanted to do this,”

Cutting himself off, his tongue finally makes contact — flattening against where you ached for him. Swirling and tasting like a man starved simply because nothing else had satisfied.

You moan and your hands tangle through his hair in an act of gratitude. He pauses, letting out a hum against you, making you squirm before he began moving again.

He continues, adding pressure from the tip of his tongue between expansive strokes up your folds. Then, he made sure to pay more attention to your neglected clit. Offering small, deliberate flicks before softly taking it between his lips, sucking, earning another sound of approval from you.

He didn’t rush, savoring every jolt he sent up your spine. Memorizing how to build you up before taking you apart. His hands held onto your inner thighs, squeezing in promise; going to take care of you.

Robert, a proponent of fairness, made sure his mouth eventually found your throbbing center. It tightened desperately, begging for contact.

He pushes into you with his tongue, the act also causing his nose to press up under your now swollen clit, making you shudder. You tug gently on his hair, grinding down onto him like you couldn’t help yourself. His grip tightens, and this time he was the one groaning with need.

Wanting to make you earn it, he pulls back and opts for more teasing and sloppy kisses against where you shamelessly dripped for him. And, fuck, something had to give.

You move forward, holding the sides of his face as you gently bring his gaze up to yours. Somehow, he looked even hotter. Hair mussed and composure slipping into a more primal, focused control. Dark, blown pupils saying more than words ever could. With a hand under his chin, you urge him back up and to your mouth. Smoothly he follows, meeting his lips with yours.

Messy. Perfect.

You grant him entrance as his tongue traced the seam of your lips, tasting yourself as he moved deeper. The kiss was searing — the kind that comes from months of pent up tension and second guessing. His teeth lightly tug on your bottom lip as his hands roamed over your hips, pulling you closer. You could feel him, taut against his pants and pressing into you. An act that was as much self serving as it was a confession.

But, right now, it was not about him.

He wanted you. Not for what you offered in return, but for the simple fact that you made his chest tighten and head swirl. Because you slipped in his thoughts day in and day out. Because every second spent with you was more than worth it, filthy or innocent. Nothing owed, everything given for the sake of making you understand, and possibly himself too, that it was always you.

His dominant hand glides up your thigh towards your core again, drawing out the suspense as he planted his mouth across your neck — tender bites overwritten by rough kisses.

His middle and ring fingers line up to your entrance, waiting. Without wasting a second, you rut yourself onto them — and that was more than enough proof for him to continue. He sunk in slow, stretching you out deliciously.

“Fuck — ah,” A tremble in your legs followed as he presses deeper, curling up into you. He watched, enrapt, as your head lolls forward, revealing he’d found the spot he was looking for.

“That it?” He asked, lips pulled into a small smirk.

“Mhm,” You respond, the noise halfway between a whimper and a moan.

He makes sure each drive of his fingers lands there. Precise and devastating. You tighten around him, signaling you were close. But he decides to keep you there, just to see how you would react.

Mind and body on the edge of surrender — you don’t know why, but you couldn’t let yourself go just yet. Like he had to be the one to say it. Like you needed proof it was all real.

His thumb comes up to your clit, swiping back and forth. Pressing just enough to ground you between each relentless thrust of his other hand into that spot that made your vision blur.

“Don’t hold back, want to feel it.”

He breathes out the command while placing a quick, gentle peck against your temple. Having no right to be as sweet as it was given the current context.

With one last nip to your throat, the taut coil he had patiently built began to snap. And you start to come. Hard.

The sensation was overwhelming, pleasure near reaching ecstasy. His name followed by a string of moans poured from your throat — the sound of it, raw and earnest, only sprawled him on further. Your core clenched around his fingers incessantly while he pressed as deep as you could take him.

Your thighs involuntarily jerk closed around his forearm. But he doesn’t stop — fully intent on helping you ride it out as you quickly learned how long an orgasm could actually be. His breathing was heavy as he watched, focused. Feeling the rhythm of your core eventually slow around his fingers, muscles lax and blissed out.

Before overstimulating bordered on painful, he gently pulled his fingers from you. Slick heat dripped down off the lip of the table followed by a shiver down your back at the loss of sensation.

The comedown made everything seem fuzzy around the edges. Completely spent, you look to Robert, still using him as your tether to reality.

And he takes it all in, basking in the state of you. Noting your inhales as they turned into exhales and how your bottom lip was blushed from where his teeth had been.

Gently, he helped you to your feet. You reach out, bracing your hands against his lower abdomen, knees wobbling momentarily as he helped bring the hem of your dress back over your bottom half. Unrushed, he moved to the table to clean up the mess he had made.

Finally, you watch as he bends to the floor, picking up your lace underwear discarded from earlier and tucking them safely into his suit pocket. A shared secret that made your cheeks burn.

“Come on, let’s get you out of here.”

Supporting you against his frame, he led you both to the back exit — away from what was sure to end in a lot of questions neither one of you felt like answering at the moment. His thumb brushed carefully back and forth over the small of your back as you walked, like you were something sacred.

imagine Viktor creates “experiments” to test your limits (nsfw) content: dom!viktor x sub!fem!reader, vibrator, light restraints, pre established consent, overstimulation, multiple orgasms

Namely, you walk into the lab one day and are greeted with a vibrator strapped to one of the lab chairs. He instructs you to sit, lining its length against yourself under your skirt. Cool to the touch, even through your underwear, sending a shiver down your back. He wraps a couple restraints delicately around your wrists and waist to help with monitoring, the act almost reverent. A few other tools are present as well purely to collect baseline data. Heart rate, oxygen saturation, body temperature, blood pressure—the usual.

“Today, we will be testing the brain and body’s ability to multitask.”

And that's all Viktor preps you with before handing you one of his frequently-cited source books from his research, directing you to flip to the first section beyond the contents.

“You may begin reading. Out loud, please.” His gaze remains controlled but just below the surface, you recognize it—that look. One of incipient heat and desire—contained, but there. One you have gotten used to seeing when introduced to new research ideas he intends to make you the subject of. You begin reading.

“The phenomenon of self-sustaining energetic fields has long been considered unattainable without continuous external input. Yet recent observations suggest the possibility of constructing localized energy matrices capable of maintaining stability through harmonic feedback loops. The foundation of this theory lies in resonance—”

Halfway through the first paragraph, you feel it. The vibrator jolting to life beneath you making your breath catch and speech falter as a pulse of pleasure ripples through you.

But just as quick as it began, it stops.

“Please, continue.” He gently commands.

Your eyes trace over a sleek, black remote resting in his hand that you hadn't noticed before. You proceed.

“—a principle wherein energy, when properly attuned to the material lattice of a conduit, can perpetuate its own motion—”

You pick up from where you left off. Yet your reading comes off a bit distracted now, seeing as you know what's coming.

And it does. For even longer the second time.

“Without notable—” you clear your throat as the sensation hits you, “mm—decay.”

The words of the book fall to a halt as you adjust your hips, lining your clit more closely with the vibrations. The adjustment pushes a breathy moan from your throat.

“Do not stop reading.” He reminds you sternly. But there is no bite to it, only calculation.

You bring your focus back to the book in your hand, reading more until the buzzing finally pauses. The emptiness, while a bit frustrating, allows you a moment to collect your bearings before resuming. The task required takes effort but is manageable, you deem.

Until you realize the vibrator had only been on the lowest setting.

Forty-five minutes later, Viktor has now worked you up to the vibrator’s highest intensity. Your thighs clench and hips jerk as the vibrator presses insistently against your swollen bundle through now soaked underwear. Complimented by half-jointed words forced from your lips as you try to keep reading. You rut against the chair just slightly in a lapse of self control—which, of course, he notices.

“For accurate results, you must remain still.”

Viktor, notepad in hand, catalogues every observation. Starting with your physiological reactions: heart rate increase, body temperature increase, slight perspiration, skin flushing, involuntary muscle spasms, labored respiration, sufficient physical stimulation present, indications of arousal present.

And then noting your efficacy while reading: minimal stuttering until increase in stimuli, reason to believe comprehension of text lowers as vibrations increase, physical stimulation while executing task diminishes performance.

Both variables were on a steady unravel, but an experiment is not complete until all data has been collected. So, it is no surprise to you when Viktor, a man of science, makes you continue.

And this time, it doesn't stop.

He ensures the vibrator stays running at the highest setting, unwavering, as you continue reading—well, if you could even call what you were doing reading. Each word was interrupted by either a swallowed moan or hitch in your breath as you try your best to get through the page.

Not only that, but your body was refusing to maintain posture as well, the book starting to slip from your hold as you attempt to keep yourself upright. But the relentless buzzing has you writhing, your clit burning, and your neglected heat weeping through your ruined underwear on to the chair beneath you.

“I can’t, please—” you brace the book in your lap, hands still gripping the pages against the hard cover as you plead through shallow pants. The muscles in your thighs shake and your throbbing core pathetically contracts around nothing.

“You must hold out as long as you can.” His tone is near clinical despite the sight in front of him being anything but.

You swallow.

“The, uh, principal challenge remains containment. When unregulated, these energies tend to dissipate chaotically—”

You choke as another jolt goes through you.

“—compromising both the medium and surrounding environment—ah, Viktor—"

You regurgitate more words from the page, not caring to understand what they meant as your clit continues to be abused.

And despite Viktor's controlled demeanor, the image of you like this was affecting him. There were small tells.

His pupils were blown wide, and his breathing was a bit heavier than before—but the most obvious giveaway was that his legs were now crossed. An attempt to hide his own growing arousal, stretching taut against his trousers. And for the sake of keeping with the scientific method during the trial, the subject cannot be distracted by such implications.

But god was it the most arousing thing he’d thought of yet.

The air was heady with a mix of heat and the scent of messy need dripping from where you were fighting a losing battle on the lab chair.

Then, without warning, you start to come. Hard.

The book drops to the floor with a muffled thud as you go limp from overwhelm. You convulse and moan, hanging forward as you try to lift your hips from the buzzing against your overstimulated core. A few tears run down your face as you whimper and beg, not sure if you wanted it to stop or keep going. Luckily, the restraints had already decided for you.

Through blurred vision, you see Viktor jot down his remaining observations before speaking.

"I did not say the experiment had concluded—yet, you came anyway. Interesting." He mused, sardonic but somehow not unkind.

Before you could muster the energy to respond, a second orgasm tears through you. What consciousness you have left goes blank from violent, searing pleasure bordering on pain. Muscles seize, breaths turning ragged. And your heat still clenches desperately as if being filled would help.

Viktor appraises you. Wanton and overtaken with pleasure; still grinding yourself against the humming vibrator weakly. How beautiful you looked entirely fucked out from his creation.

"Would you like a third?"

i gotta know, though, how does jayce react to finding out about them (if they tell him or he just happens to stumble upon them one day)?

omg yay tysm im so glad you liked it!!

also love this question

—here is the impromptu jayce-centered epilogue to the “Obedient Thing” series—

You both had agreed not to tell him outright, just to see how long it takes him to catch on.

And, truthfully, you didn’t want to hand it to him that easily anyway.

It starts one day when you go into work and Jayce swears he smells Viktor’s cologne on you. He gives you a sideways glance but doesnt say anything in case he was wrong.

The following week, he notices Viktor seems more grounded and he stops staying as late working—almost like there’s something else taking up a portion of his attention.

Then some time soon after he sees you and Viktor walking home from the lab together side by side, talking casually. And Viktor has a look on his face that jayce has never seen before—one of just pure, undivided adoration.

And he’s like oh my god I knew it.

He then proceeds to find ways to subtly bring it up, wanting you to tell him yourself so he doesnt come off as overtly smug (even though he is). Eventually you get tired of his hinting and you finally tell him.

“….Can I say it?” He asks.

“Say what?”

“I told you”

“Wow, not even a ‘I’m so happy for you?’” You chuckle.

eee thank you!! you have no idea how much that means to me

one of my biggest pet peeves is when fanfic writing completely mischaracterizes who they are writing about

i still want viktor to feel like viktor, just now in the context i’ve placed him in so it feels authentic and hot LOL

anywaysss i hope you enjoy the rest of the story hehe <3

imagine a professor!viktor grad school au where you’re a student of his at the academy this semester

its a sunday afternoon, you open your inbox clicking on an email, the subject reads “weekend seminar: the magic of physics and its applications”

it was this evening, a lecture being held by viktor himself

“open to all interested.”

your curiosity was piqued, you take a moment to consider it, always a bit shy when it came to your professor for some reason

maybe it was his accolades

maybe it was the way he could tease almost anyone out at a glance

maybe it was his striking looks coupled with something more enigmatic

or maybe it was the tension you both were forced to pretend didn’t exist

I can just slip in and out the back—he probably won’t even see me

you arrive, intentionally showing up a few minutes past the start time to slink in with the crowd. the sound of you pushing the door open echoes throughout the lecture hall

and its completely empty—save for viktor himself, shuffling through notes on the podium, now looking up at the sound of your entrance

“you are late, miss y/n” a small smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth, not missing the irony

“sorry, was I interrupting?” the teasing remark flies out before you can stop it. you pull your bottom lip between your teeth, a nervous habit

“no, not at all” he chuckles

his eyes flit over your expression—you always seem to catch him off guard

he found it refreshing

“in fact, you appear to be my only audience member this evening.”

so much for going unnoticed

despite the one-on-one setting, viktor doesn't miss a beat, delivering his material in the same manner as usual. his eyes settle momentarily on the front row where you sat, pen skittering across the page of your notebook

you loosen up a bit, falling into the smooth cadence of his voice—but your focus wanes every time his gaze finds yours, checking your comprehension

you start to feel warmer

you reach to your bag for a clip and begin pulling your hair up from your neck to cool off

and viktor’s flow catches in his throat for just a second

you think maybe you had imagined it

he continues

“then you find yourself at a standstill, this mechanism will eventually become too unstable for longterm use—so, how might one rectify the situation?”

viktor turns to address the room, scanning the empty seats with a touch of humor before landing on you

something about it felt entirely too intimate

you pause, allowing the pulse thumping in your ears to steady

“…maybe start by pushing further? test the stabilizer to find its limits,” you suggest,

“see how far it can go before it breaks.”

viktor shrugs, considering your approach

“what about potential risk? you gain valuable information, of course, but could ruin the entire mechanism in the process, no?”

the gleam in his eye told you he didn’t disagree—just wanted to see if you’d take the challenge

you swallow

“well, I guess there’s no reward without some risk, right professor?”

your words hang in the air alongside something more charged, waiting to be acknowledged

viktor stares into you with a look you can’t quite decipher; examining, but with a hint of amusement at the center

“mm, speaking to my spirit, miss y/n?” he smiles, almost playful

you exhale a breath you didn’t realize you were holding

“I suppose it would be hypocritical of me to argue with that.” he adds

the tension subsides but is too stubborn to fully leave, you do your best to ignore it

the rest of the lecture goes by in a blur, you could only take so much one-on-one time with viktor before your focus shifted towards other things.

like how his hands carefully wrapped around the edge of his cane

or how his voice sounded both soothing and provoking at the same time

or how his posture always seemed to refuse to face anywhere but towards you

“I believe that would conclude our seminar for the evening” viktor clasps his hands together gently, breaking you from thought, “any questions?”

you shake your head politely, viktor nods back with a soft smile

“in that case, class is dismissed.”

you begin packing up your notes, viktor does the same

“thank you for joining me, miss y/n” you look up as he speaks, formal but sincere

“thank you for having me, professor”

“it was my pleasure,” he holds your stare, “and please—you may call me viktor”

you nod, turning away before he could notice the flush making its way up your neck

you stand from your seat, sliding your bag onto your shoulder as you reached the door

“have a good night, viktor”

truthfully, you don’t know what possessed you to practically purr his name like that as you left—but neither one of you seemed to mind

thank you! and omg yes love this idea i hope you like it <33 the story kind of took on a life of its own but i hope it still delivered on the passionate/wholesome/hot vibe

content: alcohol consumption, established relationship, viktor (arcane) x fem!reader, teasing, sexual tension, explicit sex, unprotected sex, fingering, handjob, slight worship if you like squint a little, soft dom viktor if you really squint, p in v penetration, edging, overstimulation, ejaculation inside

18+ mdni for obvious reasons—word count: 3.1k

Passionate Sex with Viktor

“Nervous?” His voice resonated over the soft rumble of the car, noticing your fidgeting.

“A little—but you’ll be with me, so I suppose I’ll manage.” You let out an overly theatrical sigh, a playful attempt to allay his concern.

“Ah, so you assume I will be by your side all evening then?”

“Feel free to prove me wrong.” You shrug.

“Oh, I have no intention of doing that, my love.”

Soon enough, the car comes to a stop outside a lavish reception hall; yet another display the Council uses to flaunt their grandeur. It was obnoxiously beautiful. Well, at least they have good taste.

Inside, the venue somehow seemed even bigger. Tall ceilings with ornate chandeliers and silk-threaded curtains framing each gilded banister and doorway. You feel Viktor’s hand wrap around the small of your back, grounding and warm.

“Let’s move inside, shall we?”

The evening goes by as expected. Introductions. Small talk. Schmooze. Get another drink from the bar. More introductions. More schmoozing. You find you don’t mind it all that much upon your first experience, although you could understand Viktor’s dislike for it. After seeing some of the pandering and thinly-veiled ulterior motives hidden behind niceties and evening wear, you could empathize with his exhaustion.

After all, Viktor was brilliant, with a work ethic that was dangerously close to needing an intervention—and they all knew it. Thankfully, his discernment saves him from getting involved. Turning them away without causing offense or coming off too aware of their intentions was ultimately the hardest part.

Once appearances were sufficiently upheld and the award ceremony portion of the gala was complete, you and Viktor decide to take a seat by the bar where things were less crowded. The lighting was not so achingly bright as under the main hall fixtures resulting in a sultry haze enveloping your features. Music from the main hall swirled through the air, swelling and dissolving just enough to underscore the chatter and shuffling across the ballroom floor.

You both remain only a couple drinks in, and it’s becoming apparent that Viktor is finding any reason to make contact. Palm lingering on your thigh, fingers skirting over your arm, leg brushing against yours where you sat—keeping your presence close to him in small, certain ways. You weren’t sure he was even aware he was doing it.

His hand had rested against your back nearly all night so far, a subtle claim. Now, he was sat rather close to you. Leaning in just slightly more than usual as you both talked lowly between yourselves, people-watching as the crowd ebbed and flowed.

As he spoke, your focus was quickly drawn to his hand as he moved to adjust the collar of his shirt, loosening his tie just a fraction. You swallow. That damn tie.

The action led your focus astray, lingering down the well-tailored line of his suit jacket. His shoulders stretching the clean white press of his shirt against his frame, lean and refined. The cinched waistband of his pants giving gently against his posture—just knowing what lies underneath is agonizing.

And what only you knew those hands were capable of wrapped around something else—your wrists, your waist, your neck—the act of breathing falls heavier upon your chest.

Your conversation continues.

Mid your own response, you feel his arm reach over to gently fix the strap of your gown that must have slipped down your shoulder. His fingers trace along the thin band of fabric absentmindedly before bringing his arm back to his side. You feel a fluttering in your chest at the small gesture.

His eyes, once again, traced over your appearance, almost unintentional. Admiring the swell of your chest upheld by the lined corset of the bodice, down to the slope of your hips where a slit in the shimmering fabric framed your legs so decadently.

It was a look you’ve learned to decipher, less inquisitive and profound than his usual demeanor—something more…rousing. You suddenly lose your train of thought, your words fade off into the noise of the gathering as you start to feel a bit warm. Viktor’s skin paints a slight flush, rosy down his ears and neck, complimented by a darkening gaze that was fighting to remain casual.

You both looked good and, in turn, could not keep your eyes off each other. The air was charged.

You had decided on a deep blue satin gown for the event, the closest you could get to adorning the night sky. Viktor, in his usual sentiments, went with a simple black suit and tie. Truthfully, he despises ties as they’re a bit suffocating. He does, however, enjoy having you tie it for him—and you just seem so enthralled watching him take it off at the end of the night that he always wears one anyway.

In return, he helped fasten the back of your dress. You could tell the gown had caught his attention, drinking up the sight of you like a man who’d sooner drown before looking away. You hadn’t expected him to really care all too much about the fancy to-do appearances but, for him, you always proved to be the exception.

As he secured the clasp, he leaned in, his lips ghosting over your skin. “This is my favorite color, you know.” He pressed a kiss to the nape of your neck before pulling away, sending a shiver down your back. Oh, he really likes it.

You take another sip from your drink to cover up your lapse, wrapping your painted lips around the small cocktail straw. Viktor clears his throat, the noise more strained than usual. Neither of you are faring well.

Once your drink was finished, Viktor smoothly rises from his seat and offers his hand to you. Smiling gently as he looked down to hold your stare in his own, golden and on the edge of ruin.

“I believe we have done our due diligence for the evening.”

You laugh softly, finding his chivalry endearing as you take his arm. But his gaze conveys something much more consuming—I want you, now.

How you both managed to make it through the car ride home was a miracle; giddy and eager like it was the first time all over again. Upon closing the door behind you, Viktor wasted no time in bringing his mouth to yours in a kiss that toed the line between fervent need and the start of surrender. The aftertaste of vodka and something sweeter melted on your tongue as you moved deeper, breathing into each other like your lives were at stake.

God, you couldn’t get enough.

He pulls away so you both can catch your breath, quickly descending upon your neck and shoulders instead. Not a moment to be wasted apart—Viktor was nothing if not efficient.

His lips and teeth graze over the sensitive skin, leaving a trail of flushed goosebumps in their wake. You let out a gasp of approval, bringing your hands to run them through his hair as he continues. The action alone nearly sends him to his grave, happily dead and buried.

He pulls your hips against his while attacking every bare inch of your skin, nipping and kissing at the slope of your shoulder. The rich, dark smell of your perfume coats his senses—a more refined choice from earlier that was quickly being overwritten as your hips rolled into his with filthy urgency.

“You are so soft. So beautiful.” The words ache from his chest with reverent need. He gasps as you give his hair a slight tug in retaliation to him biting your collarbone. “Thought about ravishing you all evening.” He breathes out.

Now, you are getting entirely too impatient. You pull Viktor by the cool silk of his tie back up to your mouth, taking revenge on his bottom lip. You make it up to him seconds after, though, as you begin freeing him from the constraints of his adorned collar, clumsily unraveling the knot as he reached for the first button.

You could feel heat pooling lower in your abdomen, screaming with need. Once the tie was forgotten on the floor, your hand reaches to Viktor’s hardening arousal, teasing through the taut stretch of his pants. He groans.

“Eager, are we?” He utters, smiling against your lips—but still not breaking from the kiss for barely a second. Cute.

“You make it impossible for me to be anything else.” You admit.

He leads you both into the bedroom, immediately moving to unzip your dress. As breathtaking as it was on, he could only think about the promise that remained underneath.

“I need to see you, moje lásko.” His voice is a deep, hungry rumble. “All of you.”

Each admission from his lips set every nerve in your body on fire with want. He manages to slide the dress from your body, the layers of satin flutter to the floor leaving you clad in your undergarments. He takes a moment to admire you, his eyes roaming over every contour—every possible place he could make his all over again.

A blush stubbornly crosses your cheeks, never quite used to it; the love and fondness coupled with a fever so passional it makes your breath catch—and with you at the very center of it.

You step out of the gown that was now circled around your ankles, moving towards Viktor as he continued undressing himself. Your hands make quick work of his belt and waistband, smoothing along his now bare and unrestrained length, earning you a delicious moan from his half parted lips.

He sits on the edge of the bed, beckoning you to stand between his legs. You oblige. Leaning forward, he presses a tender kiss to your stomach. His fingers hook beneath the lace adorning your hips, sliding them down just slow enough to make your pulse jump with anticipation.

You let out a shaky gasp as Viktor draws a finger to your wet and needy entrance, swiping the heat up to the front, circling your clit before returning to push up into you. You tug your bottom lip between your teeth, fighting a losing battle with your composure.

He adds a second finger, brow furrowed slightly as he watches your face, making sure he gets it exactly right. And once your head lolls back briefly, mouth parting in silent appreciation—he knows he’s found it.

You moan, bracing a knee between his thighs on the mattress as you reach down to his cock, throbbing and desperate. You match his pace on you—slow, drawn out strokes as you reattach your mouth to his. He swallows down your moans and whines, reverberating against his heated skin while his breathing becomes more labored with your every motion.

His fingers now sunk fully in to you, stretching you in preparation. They curl up into that spot he always manages to find so easily, like your anatomy was second nature to him. He holds himself there, pressing against it in wait. You gasp as your walls tighten at the incessant feeling.

“Vik,” You rasp, breaking from the kiss.

“Mm, what is it?” He coos with that mischievous grin. But, truthfully, he wasn’t holding up much better. His length steadily leaked down the shaft, twitching at the sight in front of him.

He continues making a mess of you with just his fingers while taking his other hand to pull your breast from the cup of your bra. He was completely enthralled by your every reaction. His thumb brushed back and forth over the sensitive bud where cool air met burning flesh, making you shudder. Attentive to every detail.

Your hands softly grasp the sides of his face as you spoke an ardent plea.

“Take me—all of me, now, please.”

He pulls his hand away from your heat and up to his face—an ache fills the loss of sensation inside you. While holding your stare, he begins licking your need from his fingers, just to see your legs press together and pupils widen at the image. It was unfair how hot it was.

“How generous of you, lásko,” He purrs, his voice dropping to a warm, sinful sound. “How should I express my gratitude then, hm?” He hums, his hand moving up to caress your jaw, pausing to tap his thumb against your cheek in feigned thought.

Then, in one fluid motion, Viktor takes your wrist, pulling you on top of him—playful, but there was heat behind it. You let out a surprised noise, barely catching your bearings before he softly maneuvered you beneath him on the bed.

He addressed you with a quick peck for good measure before stroking himself, lining up at your entrance. You wrap your arms up around his neck as you feel the tip press against your dripping need, swallowing the noise that catches in your throat as you clench around nothing. And Viktor loves the sight of it, your body recognizing his own before he even began—where physical and emotional intertwine.

He pushes in.

The fit was tight—completely perfect. The curve of his cock trailed against your walls and a pitiful whine pushes out of your throat in pure relief at being filled with him.

“Mm—feels so good—” You whimper emphatically. Viktor groans in kind, feeling your wet heat wrapped around him mercilessly.

He makes sure to fill you up entirely, pushing as far as he can go. Giving you all of him; and knowing you could take it. A symphony of hungry, breathless noises hang in the air, unable to tell where you end and he begins.

Once you had remembered his shape, he began pumping in and out, slightly faster but still drawn-out strokes that had your nails grasping at the sheets, mewling out his name so sincerely. The simple sound of it was his own personal death sentence.

His pace quickened with a greed that only you could satisfy. Thrusting in and out of you in a haze while dragging against every contour that makes your back arch. Your walls tense around him, sending a delicious shiver through his abdomen.

Everything about you was pure devastation wrapped in heartfelt.

His hips stuttered. You find your lips against his once more, something for motivation. Holding out was never an easy feat when he was inside you.

Viktor’s lips hungrily search the curve of your breast as he slides the lingerie off your chest entirely. Nothing could compare to the sight of you bared beneath him anyway. So perfect—only you. Unadorned by man-made cloth or hollow ideals; you were a standalone image, needing no frame. He nips just between your ribs before looking up to your face, dazed but in control.

“Can you take more, my love?” Viktor offers.

The sensation he was so adept at building at your core had you lost for words, “Yes, god—ah” was all you could manage.

In attempts to reach further, Viktor grasps both of your ankles in his hands, pulling your legs up and drawn toward one hip. A ripple of pleasure settled in your abdomen at the added pressure of your legs being held together, angling his length even deeper into you as he stilled. A deep moan rumbles through his chest in a pause of sheer reverence.

Once you both settled in the new position, Viktor pulls one hand down to find your clit—rubbing thorough circles right above where you stretched around him so beautifully.

And just when you think you’ve caught up, Viktor’s hips suddenly snap against your own, picking a relentless pace—fervent and devoted. You whine and writhe, overstimulated with pleasure. The surrounding muscles flex and jerk involuntarily, indicative of your body nearly on the verge of ruin.

“Viktor, mm—I can’t—“ You gasp.

“I know—“ Viktor shushes you sweetly, “But you can handle it—you always do.”

You can feel yourself getting close, his forehead pressed against yours as his breathing becomes ragged. Exhaustion was threatening but ultimately no match for Viktor’s determination. He was calculating the exact rhythm that would no doubt result in your undoing—and keeping you there until nothing else could give. Simply the sound of it was unapologetically obscene. You breathe into him with a sharp exhale.

“I want to see you come undone for me—All for me.” Viktor’s palm finds the side of your face, wiping the strands of hair stuck to your cheek, damp with sweat. You look up at him. The soft touch barely brings you back down to earth—just enough for his praise to feed your impending surrender.

“Viktor—“

A cry rips from your throat as your orgasm ripples through your every nerve and muscle in hot, heavy waves. Your face contorts into a raw expression of ecstasy, vision blurring halfway. You were completely overtaken, trembling as strangled moans poured from your throat in a plea.

“Don’t stop—”

Viktor retains his pace, determined to see you to the end of your high, wondering how long he could make this one last. He grounds you back to reality, leaving a wet trail of kisses along your jaw and down your neck in promise—he had you.

His features draw together in concentration as your walls spasmed around his cock with no sign of stopping. You hear a sharp gasp fight up Viktor’s throat as the blinding pleasure finally allows you your senses back. He’s close.

“Mm, lásko, where should I—“ He begins to grunt.

“In me, please—“

That was all it took.

His control shatters. Grounding himself to you as he climaxed still inside. He spills into you in heavy, sporadic bursts, giving you all he had. An act of total devotion, his low exclamations spilled against your skin. His cock twitched insistently inside you, echoing his aftershock.

In a haze, you found his mouth with your own, blissed out but needing him closer than physically possible. The kiss was slow and savory; the seal of a declaration.

You are mine, I am yours.

* * * *

“A penny for your thoughts?” He utters softly, his words tickling your cheek.

You chuckle, tilting your head up from where Viktor held you loosely intertwined against his chest. Braced against the headboard, breathing in the scent of you bathed in each other’s afterglow.

You shake your head lazily. “Entirely satisfied.” You hum turning closer, adjusting your position to more snugly wrap your arms and legs with his.

“Mm, and?”

You roll your eyes, “Doesn’t asking defeat the purpose?” A smile pulls at the corners of your mouth.

“Well, if it’s true you should not have any trouble saying it.” Viktor chastises softly, but his eyes gleam with pure adoration.

You lean in to leave a quick peck against his shoulder before admitting what you already both knew unspoken.

“I love you.”

notes: hi! no one asked but ive always wanted to make one of these so here’s my take on the nsfw alphabet for viktor hehe also if you have any one shot/fics/other post requests feel free to send them my way id love some inspo!!

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

sex is a lot of exertion for him, so he’d make sure to check in with you/ask how you are feeling as you would for him

you’d both take care of each other but he always insists on tending to you first, he’s slow and meticulous when he cleans you up

sometimes you both get in the bath together to help clean up/wind down too

he’d also like to curl up with you against him in bed, not so much in a smothering way but more of a peaceful way, arms and legs intertwined and breathing in sync, i feel like he would especially enjoy playing with your hair

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

viktor’s favorite: hands

viktor’s favorite of yours: waist/hips/thighs just that whole area, he loves to leave little love bites on the inner part of your thigh and lower stomach as theyre extra soft

also lips, just your mouth in general really

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

prefers to be cleaner with it, really doesnt like the idea of coming on your face idk it just feels a bit too degrading to him, does however enjoy when you swallow and will come almost anywhere else you prefer

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

before getting together, he would think about you often when in bed at night, some times in a lewd way, other times in more wholesome scenarios

could see him drunk calling you to confess his attraction/feelings but then ending the call before you can pick up, brushes it off the next day smoothly saying it was an accident

stares at you/your body a LOT but tries to hide it and do it when you arent looking as he doesnt want to feel like he’s objectifying you but its like he cant help himself, youve got him hypontized

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

has experience in the bedroom but not like a crazy amount

he is, however, well read and a quick learner and has had no complaints

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

taking into account his physical condition, something where hes more stationary and youre on top, whether hes on a chair and your straddling his lap riding him or youre both laying down on your side and hes rocking into you

on a good day/if the pain didnt matter, i’d lowkey say missionary but not in a boring way more of like a he wants to be able to watch as he makes you unravel underneath him sort of way

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

absolutely can be silly but in the heat of the moment his focus would be solely on pleasure for both of you so the intensity of it can come off more serious, definitely able to laugh off any mishaps though, he appreciates the human nature of it and doesnt let you get embarrassed when things dont exactly go according to plan

he’d comfort you/smooth over awkward moments with kisses, like if you accidentally smacked your ankle on the bedside table he’d press a kiss to it as he continues, something small but attentive and sweet

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

not clean shaven but like not a total disaster either, the type that doesnt keep up with it when hes single but when hes with someone he makes sure to pick up a regimen to keep things tamed

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

can be very romantic during if thats the sort of mood that feels right, but sex and romance arent both needed at the same time for him if that makes sense, like hes down to have filthy sex sans romance or like have a super romantic night out that doesnt necessarily end in you two doing anything in the bedroom, its all about balance

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

when hes single its a sort of thing where like he wont do it for months but then suddenly has a two week spurt where he just cant stop

when hes with someone i think he’d be more inclined to make masturbation an activity between you both OR likes having you both hold out until the next time you see each other, just to see how desperate you get

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

to do to you: overstimulation (conducts “experiments” to test your limits), light restraints, blindfold

for both of you: edging, hair tugging/pulling, worship, slight dom/sub dynamic

also likes to have you straddle his thigh and grind against it to get yourself off and will push his leg up against you to help

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

most likely the bedroom because its convenient and easier on his body, similarly enjoys doing it in hotels and if your room comes with a hot tub probably there too

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

oh my god you wearing tights like sheer classy black tights GOOD LORD you have to hold him back, just you dressed up in general honestly

your voice is another one, sometimes you will say something or make a noise that just gets his imagination going before he can stop it

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

anything too degrading or hazardous to either of you i cant imagine he’d really be into that much

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

im gonna say it, this man is a munch

he equally enjoys receiving and giving

and he absolutely loves when you put your hands in his hair while he does it

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

both, and it can partially depend on the state of his health, but it also depends on what is best suited to the moment, loves to change it up alternating between rough and fast and agonizingly slow just to hear you whine

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

not necessarily opposed but not preferred, he likes to take his time with you

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

can’t really afford to take any big risks for obvious reasons, but he’s absolutely open to experimenting with different things

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

mentally: high stamina, VERY high, he almost will never crack first in a battle of willpower

physically: on the lower side, but good at pacing himself and supplements with other activities (using his mouth, using his hands, using toys)

regardless, he would make sure you both could go multiple rounds if you wanted to

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

definitely appreciates the utility of toys in the bedroom

he prefers using them on you rather than on himself, although something that vibrates in/on you that he can also feel while inside is a plus

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

oh definitely a tease

in public hes subtle and has a crazy poker face so he’d do stuff like let his hand linger on your waist, or if youre sat across from each other he might run his shoe against your leg in a way where it could plausibly be an accident, placing his hand on your thigh below the table with his fingers just barely slipping under the hem of your dress, leaning closer to whisper in your ear in a more crowded room even if its not really necessary, small stuff that he knows drives you crazy

when you both are alone he’s more playful and outright with it

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he definitely isnt silent, but overall would say his partner is going to be the more vocal one, he gasps and groans more than anything, mostly focused on hearing the sounds he can pull out of you

also i feel like he’d whisper in your ear or speak lowly against your skin during, either something absolutely filthy or sweet nothings

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

loves when you wear red lipstick

he likes to see the mess he can make of it by the end of the night and the stains on his skin the next morning

also doesnt say it because it looks rather uncomfortable to wear and doesnt want to admit to the cliche, but lingerie gets his heart racing, especially if you wear it under your clothes throughout the day and he catches small glimpses of it poking out around your waistband or neckline if you do wear it be prepared to pay for it later

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

just a bit bigger than average, tip is extra sensitive, i’ll let you imagine the rest

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

when hes single its sporadic, when he’s with someone its more consistent

i’d say about average, besides the odd week out here and there where hes either craving it everyday or not feeling up to it so much

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

entirely depends on how he’s feeling healthwise, some days it helps him sleep, others it can flare him up, but he never regrets it LOL

also feel like he’d be a big pillow talker, like you both would lay in bed up into the early morning just talking softly, theorizing about literally anything, you both love picking each other’s brain

— Chapter 5 (End) —

Description: The monotony of your day to day life as a lab assistant is suddenly interrupted upon meeting Viktor, a researcher at the academy, who has a gaze that pulls you apart and knows exactly how to piece you back together. His voice, his actions—they’re dizzying, frustrating—but madly addictive. Curiosity and happenstance seem to render you incapable of avoiding him as you come to terms with the newfound feelings he’s unintentionally (or maybe intentionally) stirred within you.

Chapter Index: Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5 (here), Epilogue

— Viktor x fem!Reader | ~5.8k —

Content Warning: dom!Viktor x fem!reader, explicit sex, penetration, edging, blowjob, fingering, squirting, unprotected sex (oops), ejaculation inside (oops x2)

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Disclaimer: The finale is here! Thank you for being patient, I hope the wait was worth it. Not gonna lie, I was squealing and kicking my feet as I was writing this. As always, I appreciate any comments or feedback, thanks again for all the support on this series :) Enjoy ~

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You didn’t even push back when Jayce said you would be helping Viktor today.

“The Academy—“ he huffs, “They’re putting the pressure on him. Viktor’s been working on this prototype—it’s medical, a brace—something that they agreed would help people once perfected,” He took a long breath in before continuing, “But then they just pushed the due date to the beginning of next week out of nowhere—“

“I don’t mind.” You say simply, cutting off his explanation.

A perplexed look flitted over Jayce’s features, but he doesn’t dare question it.

“Oh, uh—great, thank you, he should be in lab 308.”

You readjust your bag on your shoulder as you begin towards the stairwell to the other floor. Admittedly, you were embarrassed to even face Viktor after your last interaction and what it had resulted in. You shake your head of the thought.

Yet, despite that, you still had this urge to see him again. The frustration of it all was outweighed by something more imperative; that same feeling that you were too scared to really examine but too overtaken with to ignore.

You arrive shortly at the other lab, you open the door with a knock as you enter. There he sat, elbows resting on top of the work bench as he fiddled with the component in his hand. You noticed Viktor’s appearance was more disheveled than usual, his sleeves were rolled up haphazardly, his hair tousled from likely running his hand through it one too many times, his brows pressed firmly together in concentration—and he had never looked better.

He glances up after a moment, appraising the intrusion to find it was just you staring at him, still planted firmly in the doorway.

“Hello, Miss y/n. You may come in.” He speaks formally.

A pink flush paints your neck and face as you realize he had noticed. You walk into the lab to set your belongings down.

“Is that part of the prototype?” You recall what Jayce had mentioned.

“Yes, it is a component to a medical brace I’ve been working on—the last part that needs to be attached before I can begin testing.”

He explains as you look at the piece in his hands. Your eyes follow his finger as it traces along the mechanism, the action stirring something in you. You nod.

He breaks from the trance of his work, noticing the almost imperceptible shift in your demeanor. He smiled but refrained from saying anything.

Placing the component gently on the table, he stood up. His hand braced itself on your waist as he slid past you to find an extra stool for you to use. The action, so blatantly intentional, catches you off guard. You falter. He returns, placing the stool across from him and moving the component between you both on the edge of the table.

“Please—sit, Miss y/n.” He offers a gentle reminder as to what you were to be doing, your mind now blank.

You oblige, sitting down to face him. He looked you up and down before leaning forward and hooking his hand under the stools top, pulling you towards him a bit more, stopping once you were close enough to work on the part together. A shiver ran through you at the proximity.

“Let’s begin.” He states, allowing you no time to process.

Viktor hands you the jointed end as he carefully explains what to do.

“Take these pliers and mark six divots—evenly spaced—around each hinge. It will help ensure the individual pieces don’t slip out of place.” He speaks in a low, precise timbre.

You nod, taking the pliers in your hand to begin on the joints while Viktor worked on attaching a ligament to the other end.

* * * *

Even after the initial hour it usually would take you to settle in, it still required nearly all of your will power to focus with Viktor this close to you. His soft breathing filled your ears, almost hypnotic. And your eyes kept wandering to his forearms as he worked—the rolled sleeves of a man’s shirt were an aphrodisiac in their design, you think.

Suddenly, Viktor moves closer to get a better look at the piece between his hands, his knee now stanced between your legs before subtly pressing up against the inside of your thigh. His eyes flicker up to meet yours as he speaks.

“Focus, Miss y/n.”

His delivery was stern and made your pulse jump, realizing you had been caught and were now receiving due punishment.

The room feels inexplicably warmer but Viktor’s demeanor gives way to nothing. You decide to ignore it as best you can while you continue marking.

Eventually, you finish all of the hinges, you look up to Viktor.

“Hinges are done.” You speak quieter than usual due to the fact that you are so close to each other.

“Good, thank you. You can help me with the last part of this ligament—it’s proving to be rather…temperamental.” He speaks quieter as well, mirroring you.

You do as he asks, and unfortunately for your dwindling composure, the task requires you to lean in even further. Viktor hums softly in satisfaction as you adjust yourself closer to him.

After a moment, Viktor realizes he requires the other set of pliers behind you on the table. He lifts forward slightly to swap them out with the pair he was currently holding, and in doing so, brings his knee right against your clothed center beneath your skirt.

You tremble with a surprised inhale.

And he doesn’t stop there, no, he takes his time retrieving them—even going so far as to brush his knee up and down against you just barely to the point where it could still be plausibly denied.

A half-contained shudder travels down your abdomen at the sensation. Finally, Viktor moves, indicating his return to his seat. But to your embarrassment and pleasure, he makes sure to keep his knee pressed snuggly up against you while continuing his work.

You find yourself insatiable as you act on impulse, pushing yourself a bit harder against his knee.

“Mmh—“

You let out a strained hum of pleasure, your cheeks burned red in shame but you were too far gone to stop.

“Miss y/n.”

He speaks your name as a warning, but he makes no move to stop it just yet. You look up to him, needy.

“Can you behave yourself? Or do I need to remind you of our objective?”

He chastises you in a measured tone that sent a chill down your back, stopping you in your tracks. But something tells you he was aware of his effect on you—setting you up on purpose. Either way, the tension filling the room was becoming unbearable; so thick you were almost choking on it. He pulls back, removing the pressure you ached for more of.

And it just wasn’t fair. He was the one pointing out your need, inviting you to find some relief from him—insisting, even—but then pulling away each time you acted upon it.

And the worst part—you loved it. You couldn’t stand how much you loved it. Being built up on the edge of ruin at everything he does, entirely at his mercy—and he knows it too.

Your frustration reaches a boiling point.

You set down what you were working on, the metal joint clinking against the table.

“Who do you think I am? Someone fun to mess with?” You blurt out, standing up to promptly put some space between you both.

Viktor leans back, curious and slightly caught off guard by the outburst as his eyes traced over your hands where they moved to fix your skirt.

“Not at all, I think you are entirely more interesting than that.” He concedes as he stands to walk over to where you stood, still allowing you some space.

“Then could you please treat me as such?” You huff, crossing your arms over your chest, a defensive pose.

“What about how I treat you is not to your liking?”

He remains cool and calm, the question genuine but not without implication. He clasps his hands together as he stood against the table, lifting his chin as he appraises you.

“You order me around, you—you get me stirred up….” You trail off, Viktor gives you a second to continue but you seem to have already lost steam.

“And yet, despite those things, you obey every command and order, you let me get you stirred up—why is that?”

Your words fail you as you both know the reason.

“You are an intelligent woman, Miss y/n, I have no doubt you can come up with an answer.”

You turn away to try and escape the confrontation, feeling embarrassed at your inability to reckon with your own desires. But Viktor insists, stopping you in your tracks with a firm hand placed on your shoulder.

“It is not my intention to back you into a corner,” he speaks, taking a step closer, “But I do need to know that you are okay with this.” He adds, followed by a pause of silence on your end.

“I only command you as much as you allow me to,” he continues, his voice softer now, “I can give and take as much or as little as you give me.”

His eyes search your face, trying to decipher the feelings bubbling out of you.

You bring your face back to Viktor’s, exhaling a sigh coated in vulnerability, still unsure what to say.

“I can pull back some if you are overwhelmed—perhaps you would like a moment to sort through what you are feeling?” He suggests.

You shake your head, dismissing the offer. The last thing you wanted was to be away from him—in fact, you wanted the exact opposite. But, regardless, you knew he was right—you needed to be honest with yourself.

You give a single decisive nod, more reassured after both laying your cards on the table.

“I’d like to continue.”

A soft smile splays across his lips at your response.

Before turning back to the project, Viktor reaches out and does something unexpected—running his knuckles down your cheek, soft and sweet. The tender gesture sends a flutter through your chest.

You follow him back to the work bench to finish what you both had started.

* * * *

It was not long after until the prototype was completely formed. Viktor tweaked a few things before placing it gently on the table, satisfied.

“Now we just need to test its functioning. Would you be comfortable helping me with the trial, Miss y/n?” He looks to you.

You pause, unsure what that entails. Maybe you were overthinking it.

“Of course.”

Viktor brings his hands to his shirt, loosening the collar slightly in preparation. You swallow softly, your mouth running dry.

He then picks up the intricate brace and starts to wrap it around himself. You take the opportunity to roam over his torso and bared collarbone, appreciating the way his lean frame flexed underneath the fabric of his shirt.

Viktor suddenly stops, confused as he attempts to adjust the brace but something isn’t right. He removes it and tries one more time before eventually sliding it back off again with a beleaguered sigh.

“It seems the measurements are slightly off—the circumference is too small.” He groans.

All that work unfortunately did not make the final product immune to such a simple miscalculation.

“Would it fit me?” You sound a bit more timid than you anticipated.

“Well…I suppose you could try. Would you be okay with that?” Viktor’s eyes roam over your expression, searching for any signs of hesitation.

“Yes.” You sound more confident.

Viktor nodded.

He stepped closer to you.

“Miss y/n, do you have anything you could use to put your hair up?” he asks.

“Mhm.” You hum as you take the hair tie from your wrist to begin gathering your hair up off your back in preparation for the brace, but Viktor stops you.

“Let me.”

He plucks the hair tie from your hand and takes your hair between his fingers, gentle and meticulous. The way his hands feel in your hair has you just about ready to melt. He brings the tie over to fasten it in place.

“Beautiful” He whispers under his breath, so quiet you weren’t sure you were meant to hear it. Heat crawls up your neck as he pulls away to examine his work.

He circles the brace around in front of him, opening it up to wrap along your torso, securing it in place on your back.

“How does that feel? Loose? Too tight?” His words tickle the nape of your neck in a low rumble.

“Could be tighter, I think.” You breathe out.

Viktor makes an adjustment.

“Now?”

“A little tighter—I promise I won’t break.” Your response comes out a bit more taunting than reassuring but he lets it slide.

With one final pull, he cinches the brace tightly around you, making your breath catch.

“Better?” His voice was lower now as his hands lingered on your waist a second longer than necessary.

“Mhm.” You nod.

“Alright, let’s begin.”

Viktor pauses to gather a pad and paper from his desk. He positions his cane under his left arm as he returns behind you.

“To start, I’m going to have you test the brace’s range of motion—just follow my instruction.” He explains calmly.

“Bring your arms straight out in front of you—“ He looks up to see you following along.

“And now bring them all the way out at your sides.” You continue, no complications yet.

“Good. Now, lift your arms up straight for me.”

You bring your arms up, but halfway through you realize the bottom of your blouse was lifting above the waistband of your skirt—you pause.

“All the way up, Miss y/n.”

You reluctantly oblige, feeling the cool air hit the band of newly exposed flesh above your hips. You hear the pen in Viktor’s hand jotting down his observations on the notepad before continuing.

“Now, bend over for me.” He directs.

You try not to think about it too hard—how that order might sound in a different context.

Keeping your legs straightened, you lean forward as far as you can go. Your skirt rides up, just barely covering what it’s meant to. Viktor exhales.

“Excellent, thank you.”

You return to standing.

“No issues so far? It enables your full range of motion?” He asks.

“Yes, I don’t feel any resistance.”

“Perfect—now we must check the structural stability when introduced to strain. Ideally, the brace can withstand pressure and not produce any significant discomfort for the wearer.” He speaks almost clinically. “This might be a bit painful as we test its limits, so please let me know if it becomes too much for you.”

You take a deep breath in to steady yourself as you wait for Viktor to begin.

You feel his hands resting at the base of your spine against the brace, he begins to press lightly. There’s some tension but you barely notice it.

Viktor waits a moment to observe your reaction. He presses down with more force, you wince slightly.

“Still okay?” He asks.

“Yes.” You assure, letting him continue.

He pushes again, this time much harder than before. A noise somewhere between a hiss and a moan involuntarily pushes out of you. He takes his other hand and wraps around to grip your waist as he feels you stumble.

“Too much?” His voice also sounds strained in solidarity.

“No,” you swallow as the pain dissolves, “Keep going.”

Viktor pauses, not knowing whether to admire your stubbornness or reprimand it. He reluctantly continues, keeping your blessing as collateral. His one hand was still braced on your waist, you could feel the heat from his palm seeping through the fabric of your shirt.

He pushes firmly down again. You gasp, feeling a sharp pain shoot all the way up to your shoulder blades.

“Just a little more, you are doing so well.” Viktor whispers calmly into the shell of your ear.

You feel his thumb on your waist brushing back and forth in an attempt to ease you through the pain. You bring your bottom lip between your teeth as you prepare for the final impact.

Viktor’s chin now rests on your shoulder his chest pressed against your back, trying to ground you and keep you upright.

He presses down as hard as he can within what he believes you can handle.

“Viktor—ah—“ You yelp, your vision going black at the searing sensation.

You bring your arms behind you, wrapping your fingers weakly around his wrist; effectively tapping out. A heavy pulse thumps in your ears as you feel your knees buckle. Viktor brings you back up against him, keeping you steady as you recover.

“It’s all done—you did very well, Miss y/n.”

Viktor shushes you gently as he carefully removes the brace from your frame, setting it aside. His praise sends heat through your body, pooling somewhere lower. He holds you there until your breathing returns to normal. His hand remains at the band of bare flesh at the small of your back, rubbing soothing circles against your skin.

You turn around to face him. And as the pain subsides, you find yourself left with an entirely different mood—something hot and heavy. Viktor’s gaze was locked on yours as he listened to your breathing, caressing your skin, so soft beneath his fingers. There was no doubt he was feeling something similar.

Your eyes flickered down to his lips. He did the same, appreciating the swollen blush staining your bottom lip from where your teeth had been.

Before giving yourself a chance to second-guess, you lean in.

But Viktor was quicker than that.

Immediately he took his hand to grip where your hair was gathered together between the elastic band, pulling your head back to prevent you from getting any closer. He had fully commandeered control of the situation—but it only fueled your want.

“Ah ah ah, Miss y/n, I am not sure you are of sound mind right now” Viktor tsks.

You hold your breath, hanging on his every word—just waiting for the green light.

“You see, pain can sometimes blur the line—”

He leans in, almost antagonizing, as he brings his face closer to yours. Moving his mouth to your jaw, he starts planting slow, deliberate kisses down your neck.

“Between logic—” kiss.

You bite back a hushed moan.

“And emotion.” kiss.

“So—are you consenting to this?”

He’s fully teasing you now, drawing it out until its unbearable.

You whimper, exhausted and so intoxicated by him you have trouble responding.

“Use your words.” He coaxes.

“Please, Viktor—“ He hums at the phrase, giving you a look of tamed lust that was ready to pounce.

“Beautiful start, yes?”

“I want you to fuck me.” You breathe out.

A sound somewhere between a chuckle and a groan vibrates through him.

“Such filthy words,” He moves his hand back to your hip, his fingers slip under the hem of your shirt slightly, roaming across your back.

“But I do think you are sincere.”

He speaks in a deep, almost whisper, close enough to your face for you to feel his words dance across your skin, leaving a red flush in their wake.

“Although,“ his other hand finds its way beneath your skirt, “I might need evidence to be certain.”

He pauses his movement to check in, his stare flitting over your expression, hungry and in wait.

“Mhm,” you hum, too pathetically impatient to find the words, but that was all he needed anyway.

He teasingly brushes aside your underwear, dipping his fingers to your entrance to feel your warm, wet heat as your breath hitched. He moves his fingers up and down slowly before returning to circle your sensitive clit in a drawn out motion. Jolts of pleasure go through you at each repetition and your legs tremble slightly as you attempt to hold yourself upright.

His eyes stay trained on your face, satisfaction curling on his lips as he takes in your reaction. Your mouth hangs slightly open as a gasp catches in your throat. The noises you make were something he could easily find himself getting addicted to. In fact, he was already plotting how to get his next fix.

He then pulls away with no warning, you whimper. He returns his hand in front of him to examine the wet coat between his fingers, as though it were a work of art in its own right, before offering his hand to you. You take his fingers into your mouth, licking them clean in a haze. He finds himself pleased, his own hardening arousal twitching in his pants at the sight of you taking what he gives you.

“On your knees, Miss y/n.” Viktor orders.

A shiver runs down your back as you lower yourself to the ground. His breathing seems to become heavier at the positioning of you below him like this—the first obvious sign that this all is affecting him as much as it is you. From the lab window, the dying evening sun casts a halo-ed glow around your silhouette. Such angelic imagery in contrast to the sin taking place—Yin and Yang, he supposes.

He reaches his hands to your hair, freeing it from the fixture—it sweeps down, tickling your back and shoulders. Viktor brushes a hand across the side of your head, running it through your hair almost lovingly before bringing his hand back around to your chin. He runs his thumb across your bottom lip, still glossy with your own arousal—just begging to be used.

“Open your mouth.”

Once your lips part, he slips his thumb inside, pressing into the soft, wet pad of your tongue—already imagining how it would feel wrapped around him. He pulls his hand back with a string of saliva hanging from his finger. It was a beautiful and depraved sight—you on your knees with your mouth open for him.

Viktor begins to free himself from his waistband, his length almost fully hard as he took it in his hand. It was as glorious as you had imagined. He ran his thumb over the tip before stroking it a couple times, bringing it to your mouth. He sets the tip against your tongue and you instinctively bring your hands up to reach for the base but Viktor stops you.

“Hands behind your back—use only your mouth.” He instructs.

You obediently place your hands into each other behind your back, leaning forward to take his cock in. You slowly sink onto it, bottoming out as it hits the back of your throat. You managed to take it all in through sheer determination and the inertia of your own arousal. Viktor breathes out at the overwhelming sensation. He returns his hand to your hair brushing it softly out of the way so he could see your mouth stretched around him.

You pull off, this time attaching yourself to just the tip, circling it with your tongue before moving to place wet, sloppy kisses along the shaft. Tender and lewd wrapped in one devastating blow, Viktor groans.

“Look at me.”

You lift your eyes to meet his gaze as you begin sucking his entire length, his own burn golden as he watches. You hum around him as you push his cock all the way in and all the way out, getting faster with each take. You hold eye contact as he had asked—and something in Viktor snaps.

Composure faltering, he suddenly braces his palms on the side of your face before thrusting himself into your mouth a few times, still trying to maintain some form of restraint. The noise from the movement was all together divine and obscene.

Wanting to pace himself, Viktor pulls out of you gently. Spit and pre-cum dribble from your lips as he guides you back up on your feet. The need pooled between your legs was beyond unbearable; like a mosquito bite that ached to be scratched or a dark-stained bruise that begged to be pressed upon.

He maneuvers you up on the edge of the work bench, steadying you as he captures your mouth in a feverish kiss. He could taste himself on your tongue as he moved deeper. His hands sought control, reaching to your hair once again to pull you back, giving him more leverage. A moan traveled from his lips to yours as you braced your hands against his lower abdomen.

Your shirt was decidedly in the way as Viktor brought his hands up to the collar, gripping the first button. Slowly, he made his way down until the entire garment was open, baring more of your heated skin to him. He trailed his mouth down your collarbone, biting and kissing down your chest.

Each contact elicited a different noise from you—and each noise you made stirred something more urgent in him. An erotic feedback loop neither of you planned on stopping anytime soon.

“So sensitive,” Viktor’s low, warm voice rumbles against your skin, he nips at your throat before pulling back. He can see that you are holding on by a thread.

“What is it, hm? You have to tell me what you want or else I won’t know, Miss y/n.” He taunts, but he knows exactly what you need. A pity, the one time he willfully decides not to read between the lines.

You feel yourself throbbing and desperate at your center, the muscles in your thighs flexing subconsciously. He waits with his hand pressed up against your now wet underwear, the warmth of his palm sending a shudder through you.

“Viktor, I want to feel you inside me,” you whine.

At your words, he swiftly plunges his fingers into your entrance and a trembling gasp flies out of you. Deceptively longer once they were inside, it was impressive how deep they reached.

He continues driving his fingers into you at a relentless pace, curling them slightly to hit that spot that makes your entire body reel.

“Do you want only my fingers, or would you prefer something else?” His voice lilts teasingly as you writhe and whimper.

“Mm—Your cock, please—“ you beg, too wrapped up in the moment to care how depraved you sound.

“Good girl.”

Viktor pulls his fingers out of you once more, rubbing your slick from his hand over his length. You lean back on the table, knocking over a pile of notes in your urgency causing a single pen to roll off the edge, landing with a tap on the floor. As you move your legs apart, he pushes your skirt back and your underwear to the side to line himself up to your entrance. He takes a moment to draw it out even more, taking the tip and rubbing it up and down your folds, circling your clit—

“Viktor, please—I’ve been good.” You whine as you try to make him see reason.

And to your surprise, it seems to work. He begins pushing into you, pausing for a moment to allow you to adjust before finally sinking all the way in. Your moans echo each other at the long-awaited sensation. You feel yourself tighten around his cock, filling you to the brim. God, you felt so full yet you were still greedy for more.

You begin moving your hips back and forth, rutting against him. A sound of amusement comes from Viktor at your action, but he doesn’t give in just yet. Instead, he takes both of your wrists in one hand and holds them in place against the table—partially to maintain control and partially to brace himself on his better leg. His other hand finds your still swollen clit, circling it to feel you clench around him.

“Viktor—ah—“

You attempt to speak but his length presses so deeply inside you that you come up empty. He lifts his hand from your needy clit up to your chest, pulling your bra down slightly. The cool air hits your feverish skin making your nipples harden. Viktor rolls one between his fingers as he speaks.

“Yes?”

“Please, move—” You can’t wait any longer, you might just come undone right now.

Viktor pulls back and snaps his hips into you just once. You gasp out a groan, the sensation makes your entire body catch fire. He’s enthralled with the way you respond to him, spurring him on even further.

He presses his hand against your lower stomach to feel how deep he reaches inside you. He hums in approval.

“You are doing so good, taking me so well.”

And just like that you find yourself tempered, the saccharine praise quelling your restlessness just so. And now that you have you remembered your patience, Viktor continues. He begins moving in and out of you, working you both up to an overstimulating pace. Each thrust was punctuated by an untamed noise squealing from your throat.

Viktor brings his hand to cover your mouth.

“It would be in your best interest to be quieter, Miss y/n—”

He pounds into you even harder, his action in direct opposition to the point he was trying to make.

“Or else our colleagues might hear how you sound with my cock inside you—and I’d rather keep that all to myself, truthfully.” He breathes out, not letting up.

The way he exudes control as he speaks, still so proper but with such filthy sentiments—you have never been so turned on in your life. You move your tongue past your lips, swiping them across Viktor’s fingers, he shudders. He opts to push his middle and ring finger into your mouth now, a slightly ineffective but incredibly arousing gag to continue stifling your moans. You take them in graciously.

The way Viktor drives into you so insistent, almost like a prayer, you can tell he is also getting close. He angles himself just right as he begins hitting a spot deep inside that makes your vision blur from ecstasy. A strange feeling starts to build inside you.

“I—I think I need to use the bathroom,” you squeak out sheepishly between tears.

Viktor displays a knowing smirk, not letting up.

“Mm—I do not think you need to go to the bathroom, Miss y/n, I believe you are about to experience something much better.” He promises.

You are powerless to stop it and in all honesty, you didn’t want to.

“I’m going to—ah“ your breath interrupts, “I’m so close—“

You do your best to communicate, and he is impressed you even managed to get that far. But you would be naive to think it would be that easy.

“Not yet—not until I give you permission, Miss y/n,” Viktor tells you, although you can infer he isn’t fairing that well either as his breathing becomes more labored and his thrusts become sloppier. The incessant noise of him repeatedly filling you up floods your senses as you hold on to the single shred of willpower he has so kindly left you with.

Your eyes meet Viktor’s in a desperate plea. Your face contorts; a sublime, raw image of perfection. You can’t hold out much longer. He caves.

“Come for me.”

Those three words in that deep, mesmerizing voice were your utter undoing.

The peculiar feeling from earlier suddenly snaps as liquid gushes out of you and on to the table while Viktor remains pressed deeply inside. A string of babbled exclamations and moans involuntarily follows. You convulse and shake, every muscle in your body seized by pure bliss.

Viktor brings his thumb to your clit, helping you ride out the high as you tighten around his cock incessantly—he will no doubt follow shortly. The sight of you coming undone like this, so vulgar and unrestrained, pushes him over the edge. And you can’t help the phrase that flies out of you in earnest—

“Please—come in me.” You beg him.

Viktor’s mind goes blank, reason and precaution are cast aside to attend to the fervor of your words—especially since you asked so nicely. He ruts into you, pulling your hips against his own as he releases deep inside, his cock twitching violently. Your praise was sung from his hoarse throat as he moaned, feeling his hot release coat your walls as they continue to clench around him with no mercy.

The come down was nothing short of transcendental as you both take a moment to bask in the after-glow. You pant heavily, your senses worn out to the point you barely realize Viktor’s hand had reached up to cup the side of your fucked-out face. He slowly pulls his length from you, soaked and numb from the high.

“Look at the mess you’ve made,” Viktor coos, his breathing still a bit ragged. “Did you enjoy it?”

He smiles affectionately, appreciating the half-lidded state you were in. You laid against the table, spent and with no complaints.

“Yes.” You exhale out the only word you were able to remember right now.

He brushes the hair that was clung to your face through a sheen of sweat away as you sit up, still a bit wobbly. He takes a clean rag from a nearby drawer and uses it to help clean you both off. His touch gentle so as to not overstimulate you. He tucks himself back in his pants. Then he moves to bring your skirt back down for you before refastening your bra and blouse, placing a gentle peck against your forehead once finished.

“I hope you understand now how your patience can be rewarded.”

His voice is a smooth, rich sound filling the silence as he runs a hand across your jaw, lifting your chin to look at him.

“Mhmm—”

“Patience is a virtue, Miss y/n.” Your name rolls off his tongue.

“Who said I was trying to be virtuous?” You quip back softly. He chuckles.

“You are right—morally bankrupt suites you much better.” He purrs as his fingers trace down to examine the evidence of where his mouth had been on your skin, the marks littered across your neck and chest in a hedonistic display of ownership.

Now that you had both gotten a taste of the other, there was no stopping it. No denying it. You were, from this point forward, inextricably intertwined.

Hungry as often as you were satiated.

Obedient as much as you were rewarded.

And rehabilitated with each fix of your mutual addiction.

— Chapter 4 —

Description: The monotony of your day to day life as a lab assistant is suddenly interrupted upon meeting Viktor, a researcher at the academy, who has a gaze that pulls you apart and knows exactly how to piece you back together. His voice, his actions—they’re dizzying, frustrating—but madly addictive. Curiosity and happenstance seem to render you incapable of avoiding him as you come to terms with the newfound feelings he’s unintentionally (or maybe intentionally) stirred within you.

Chapter Index: Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4 (here), Ch 5, Epilogue

— Viktor x fem!Reader | ~3.0k—

Content Warning: masturbation (fem!reader)

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Disclaimer: Chapter four is out! I wasn’t sure how I felt about this chapter when I started but it grew on me hehe. And the next part is already in the works so stay tuned! As always, I appreciate any comments or feedback, Enjoy ~

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After the first instance of agreeing to work alongside Viktor, Jayce took it upon himself to send you off to Viktor whenever he felt necessary.

His reasoning for doing so being a.) his research and Viktor’s research are of the same specialty and had a decent amount of overlap, b.) he knew Viktor had a tendency to overwork himself while also being resistant to asking for help, and c.) he loved to stir the pot. And this way you couldn’t get mad at him because the ball was technically in your court. No misleading or meddling here, just an opportunity and your choice to take it.

Thankfully, it’s been a very rare occurrence as you both already have a lot on your own plate; but Jayce was still smug about it.

Meanwhile, you find the pull you wish you were strong enough to refuse becoming more tangible. Like there was an actual tether connecting you to Viktor—and it was only getting shorter. You just couldn’t get him out of your head. But then, the few times you found yourself in his presence, you were borderline incredulous. You couldn’t help it nor could you make any sense of it. You were hopeless.

As you pack up your belongings and wave goodbye to Jayce after a long Friday of test trials and data recording, you notice how hungry you are. Feeling particularly accomplished with the work you did this week, you decide to treat yourself to dinner at your favorite bistro in town.

Usually, you would order it to go but you figured it might be good to dine in today. Because sometimes you just need to take yourself out to dinner. Definitely not because you recently found out that Viktor also frequents this restaurant—of course not. Just some self-care in the form of french onion soup and a hot sandwich in nice dining ambience. Obviously.

You walk through the brisk evening air towards the restaurant with your mouth watering at the thought of the meal. As you enter, the cozy atmosphere wraps around you, soothing the chill on your skin from outside.

Thankfully, it’s not too busy despite it being a Friday evening and you are able to find a small empty table in the corner of the restaurant. You browse the menu, pretending you might try something new before settling on your usual paired with a glass of white wine.

While you wait for your order to arrive, an equation from today’s testing was still nagging at your conscious. You move to take out your laptop to look over it again in the meantime when, suddenly, a familiar voice floats over the clatter of the restaurant.

“Hello, Miss y/n.” His demeanor is calm as he speaks. “May I?” Viktor asks to join you.

As you look up at him to respond, you notice his eyes are almost mesmerizing in the dim, warm lighting of the restaurant.

You haven’t seen Viktor in a few weeks now and you naively assumed the break would help you be less affected by his sudden appearance—you were mistaken.

“Um, yeah—of course.” You nod, pausing after you speak. Viktor lowers himself into the seat across from you.

“So are you following me around now?” You quip in feigned suspicion.

“No, not stalking—simply happenstance.” His tone is lighthearted as he leans his cane against the edge of the table.

“Fate, perhaps.” He adds matter-a-factly. Something about his demeanor seems slightly more playful outside of the academy building.

“Right.” You let out a small unamused laugh at the notion.

You notice the waitress approaching your table as Viktor turns to provide his order. As he talks, you note how his side profile is especially sharp. You count the moles that are dotted across his face in such a delicate and almost precise way, a few more lead down his neck meeting his collar. Seemingly random, but such a perfect addition to his complexion. And the way his voice resonated as he spoke was so deep and rich, alluring in a way that makes one too entranced to do anything besides listen.

After a moment, the waitress whisks herself back to the kitchen and Viktor returns his attention to the conversation. You do your best to hide the fact that you had been blatantly staring.

“So—a skeptic, hm?” Viktor tsks. He looks at you giving way to that all-too-familiar inspecting gaze of his.

“You don’t believe in fate then, Miss y/n?” He adds, amused.

“I don’t have enough evidence to come to a conclusion.” You explain flatly.

He raises an eyebrow at your response, clearly intrigued.

"That is fair. I suppose nothing is really certain until you can prove it empirically, hm?"

He leans back in his chair, his gaze stays on you as he continues.

“Are you this analytical in all aspects of your life?” Viktor wears a nearly imperceptible grin as he points out your deflection. You are caught off guard by Viktor’s ability to—once again—see right through you.

“No, I just enjoy opposing you.” Your tone is sarcastic and almost childish as you respond.

“Do not threaten me with a good time, Miss y/n.”

Despite his joking demeanor, his words have an edge that makes your stomach flip and your face become warmer. He gives you a knowing look.

After a pause, you cut through the tension as you begin to speak. “Why do you look at me like that?”

“And how is it that I look at you?” Viktor replies, unaware.

“Like you’ve got me all figured out.” You roll your eyes, acting as though frustration was to blame for your cheeks reddening.

“Well, that is because it’s not very difficult to decipher what you feel judging by how you look at me.”

He speaks in a controlled manner, pretending to be indifferent to the fact that you are hanging on to his every word. Intuition tells you it’s a trap. But it is a trap that is so incredibly tempting to fall into.

“And how do I look at you?” You take the bait.

Viktor breathes out a short hum before answering, not sure if he wanted to push further. "With curiosity—but there is something else there. Something deeper.”

He pauses before deciding what word to choose.

“You look at me with a kind of...hunger."

His gaze becomes more intense as his words hang in the air between you. His voice drops to a low, rough cadence.

"It is okay to have an appetite, you know."

Before you can attempt to answer, the waitress returns with your orders in tow. The interruption is a welcome one, giving you a moment to compose yourself as the food is placed on the table.

Viktor pulls back a few inches, a small smile forming on his face. "It appears that fate is giving us a breather." He looks at you.

“It seems so.” You say, more tense than before.

The waitress leaves you both to your meal and you find yourself wishing she would come back, wanting any distraction that could act as a buffer between yourself and the man sat across from you.

You take a second to regroup, deciding to focus on the food in front of you instead. You want to deny Viktor’s observation but you are at a loss. As you both begin to eat, the clattering utensils and soft chatter of the restaurant around you fills the break in conversation. You find yourself staring mostly at your plate as you feel Viktor’s eyes trained on you. Observing. Calculating. You try to give him nothing to work with but as you are starting to gather, he is rather adept at reading between the lines. His voice drags your attention up from your meal as he speaks.

“You are awfully quiet, Miss y/n.” He notes.

You swallow as you take your napkin to your lips before speaking.

“Would you prefer I talk with my mouth full?” You snip back.

Viktor nods. “A fair point.” He takes a second, looking up as he thinks before continuing his answer.

“I suppose I would rather your mouth be used differently, yes.”

His expression darkens ever so slightly as the words fall from his lips; coated in filthy insinuation but spoken so casually—almost unassuming if you weren’t paying attention. Every nerve in your body catches fire at his response. You clear your throat, hoping to collect yourself before you speak.

“You know—I don’t think I’m the only one with an appetite.”

You mock Viktor’s choice word from earlier through clenched teeth; trying to pivot the spotlight onto him but the attempt was shaky at best.

He quirks an eyebrow at your statement. He sets his fork down to clasp his hands in front of himself on the table as though he were about to negotiate a deal.

"I never said you were." He concedes softly.

You take a sip from your wine glass, the dryness coats your throat as Viktor continues.

“Though, I am not sure you can keep up with mine." He purrs the taunt in a low rumble. You choke a bit at the implication.

“You seem to have a habit of assuming things about me.” Your tone is questioning but not without amusement as you respond.

You take another spoonful of your food to distract yourself from the feelings swirling in your stomach. And he chuckles, clearly enjoying this back-and-forth you two are having.

"Well, to my credit, I think I have hit the mark a few times." His gaze locks on yours as he continues.

"But by all means—let's prove me wrong then." His voice drops, his tone taking on a sinful quality.

Your confidence wavers at the challenge. Viktor is rather forward but the words he chooses leave too much—or perhaps too little—to the imagination. It’s arousing and frustrating all at the same time. You don’t back down, but your heart thumps in your ears as you counter.

“And how do you suppose we do that?”

You hold eye contact as you provoke Viktor into actually admitting what he’s implying. To your surprise—he does exactly that.

“Simple.” He begins, leaning forward. His voice is barely above a whisper, sending a chill down your spine.

“I would take you right here, on this table.”

He leans back, his eyes never leaving yours. His disposition is cool and composed despite the fever of his answer. You try not to let Viktor’s words have power over you but it’s too late. Heat concentrates in your abdomen at the explicit image he had painted. You glance around the restaurant, suddenly reminded of the public setting you were in.

“Oh really? In front of everyone here?” You choke out a half-baked objection, finding the notion entirely absurd.

His gaze is fixed on you as he listens, unfazed.

"You are right, that would be quite the public display." He admits.

His eyes trace over the features of your face, ending on your lips before returning to meet your stare.

"But it still made you feel a certain way, did it not?" He points out what you had left unspoken.

Your body betrays you in its response, the muscles in your thighs flexing unconsciously, your breath hitching almost imperceptibly. His words swim through your head.

He’s absolutely shameless, you think. A scoff flies from your throat as you shake your head in disbelief, trying to ignore the warmth spreading over every inch of your skin.

But Viktor catches it all, every micro-reaction, both conscious and subconscious. He takes your silence as your answer.

“Oh? Tapping out already?”

He taunts, his tone mocking concern but still warm all the same. A soft smile perches on his face, in direct contrast to the lascivious things coming from his mouth.

You feel yourself reach a boiling point.

“And, pray tell, what makes you so sure you can deliver?” Your voice is tight as you question Viktor’s abilities in a pitiful attempt to punch up.

A low chuckle escapes him, his confidence unshaken by your challenge. He leans forward a fraction more, the space between you becoming increasingly intimate.

"I do not make promises I can't keep, Miss y/n." He responds simply, his gaze never wavering from yours.

You aren’t sure if it’s the sirenesque nature of his voice or the sincerity held in his stare, but his statement rings entirely genuine to you—even in the heat of the current moment. You’re not sure if this quells the sensation pooling in your gut or feeds it.

Then, as if reprieve granted by the universe itself, the waitress returns to ask if you both had finished your meal. Suddenly, you remember that oxygen exists and that you should probably breathe some of it.

“Yes, thank you.” You move to fetch your wallet but Viktor beats you to it. Before you can object she flits away with his card to get the bill.

“I can pay for my own meal.” You say weakly.

Your mind has reached its threshold for clever banter. And it’s not like Viktor seemed to follow typical social convention when he was talking to you either.

“I know you can.” Viktor replies, stern but theres a softness in it as he smiles gently. Like he was appreciating your determination in defying him but also not denying your autonomy. It had you entirely disarmed.

“I don’t intend on being indebted to you.”

Your words come out as a slight insult to Viktor’s character—something you didn’t really believe but couldn’t help yourself from saying.

“I do not do debts, Miss y/n.” Viktor replies simply, his voice steady and firm.

And you know it’s true. But at this point, you were so drunk off him, you might fall for anything.

You nod, accepting his answer without argument. Once the bill with Viktor’s card returned, you both stand up and begin pulling your coats on to leave. Viktor finishes himself and moves to help you, holding the coat open behind you as you push your arms through the sleeves. You don’t even object. The proximity has you so warm now, you find you might need to actually take the coat off instead. The smell of his cologne fills your senses, it’s clean but distinctly masculine. Before pulling away, he leans over your shoulder, his breath tickles your cheek as he speaks in a low, almost whisper.

“If you are still hungry, Miss y/n, you know where to find me.”

To punctuate his point, his hand lingers against your waist for just a second before pulling away. You shiver at his words and barely-there touch. Your entire being thrums with need like you’ve never known.

You both leave the restaurant, heading your separate ways. The friction from your legs as they rub together while you walk is torturous, even for the short distance it takes to get back to your apartment. You can feel how worked up he had gotten you from just his words alone.

You don’t know much about Viktor, but what you have learned so far are two things.

One, control comes naturally to him. It’s not a matter of force—it’s innate, effortless. A calm, calculated sort of power. Intimidating—teasing, even—but not unkind.

And two, you are in denial. The way it made you feel was exhilarating in the most unexpected but impossible-to-ignore way. So much so that you’ve been pushing back on it with all your might out of discomfort, possibly fear as well.

There was a point in your life up to now where you believed if you didn’t call something by name, it had no real power. A ridiculous notion—but it had gotten you this far.

But feelings—feelings like those you were experiencing right now—were real, named or not. Spoken or not. Understood or not. And what you felt was something that threatened to be acted upon or else it would become maddening.

And with each passing second, you start to care less about it making sense.

You close the door to your apartment behind you. Immediately, you take yourself to your bed, not even shedding your clothes to lay down as you reached lower beneath the hem of your skirt. With no abandon, you begin to satiate the burning inside of you.

Your fingers reach to the heat already pooled there, coating yourself in the evidence of what he could do to you. Wet and needy beyond what you could satisfy—but that doesn’t stop you from trying.

You trace your swollen clit sending a bolt of unrestrained pleasure through you. You repeat the motion, moving faster and adding more pressure. You feel yourself get close already, but you pull back. You want to draw it out—like he would.

After a moment, you grow impatient, and you lead your hand to your entrance. You feel yourself buzzing with a new kind of need, plunging one finger in to start, then another.

You draw them in out slowly at first, taking the time to savor the idea of how he would feel inside you. But you crave more as the hunger screams his name. You even let the word slip past your lips while you tremble in a desperate and pitiful attempt to feel the real thing as your fingers reach as deep as they can go.

You gasp while pressing against your walls in pathetic need to be filled by him, just barely reaching the spot that makes your head roll back. A spot you have no doubt he would find amusement in teasing relentlessly.

You add a third finger, moving them hard and fast in and out of you, almost as if you weren’t in control of it. The stretch of it burned deliciously.

You are so close—so close, the pace you keep yourself to is unbearable, overstimulating; but nowhere near enough. You whine and writhe as you keep yourself on the edge, thrusting them in and out as fervent need replaces the embarrassed flush on your cheeks.

Eventually, you can’t take it anymore. The coil Viktor had helped build inside you suddenly snaps of your own doing. You shake violently as your release ripples through you in hot, heavy waves. Your walls spasming at the mere thought of how he could do this to you. Coating your underwear in slick, hot need that had been building all evening.

As small whimpers and moans escape you, his voice, his actions, that knowing gaze—they are all seared into your memory. And you have found yourself in complete and utter surrender.

What else was there to do besides submit?