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LOVERS WARMTH

bård “ faust ” eithun x reader

- general headcanons for cuddling / sleeping with bård!

very random and quite short little headcanons about cuddling with bård! might make a similar work for pelle too and here is the list of cuddle positions i used just in case some of you do not know the ones that i mention in this work ^_^

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reading music recommendations: stop the stars by tiny deaths - ecstasy by crooked still

- bård found out many different and new things about himself after getting with you, his very first serious partner at all, you helped him realise so much about himself and never failed to help him with the things going on inside of his head too

✩ but one thing that bård really came to realise after becoming your boyfriend and doing different kinds of couple things together? well, he realised that he really loves cuddling… like, a whole lot…

- the kind of strange thing is that cuddling never seemed all that appealing to bård before you came along and swept him off his feet! whenever he saw a destined to be slaughtered couple cuddling up in an isolated woodland cabin in one of his horror movies, he just never got the appeal

✩ bård thought that cuddling seemed… useless and not very enjoyable at all! it seemed too overbearing and just too soft for him, he hated the idea of being so close to someone like that because what about the body heat? what about sweat? what about the blankets getting tangled in between bodies? it all just seemed so unappealing to him, or at least that is what he made himself believe anyways…

- truth be told, bård was very likely just kind of jealous in a way! every time he saw a couple cuddling like that, he felt his own heart yearn for someone to love him like that and for someone to love like that, he yearned to feel the warmth of a lovers arms around him during the colder nights in his lonely apartment but he never thought anyone would like to do that with him which is why he decided to make himself dislike the thought of cuddling so much, it is why he made his brain think about how terrible it would actually be to cuddle someone

✩ but alas, true feelings cannot stay buried underneath lies for the rest of time and when bård got with you? his once hidden love for the idea of being so close to someone was surprisingly quick to reveal itself to you

- well, i say it was surprising but really? it is not quite that! at least, it should not have been too surprising because of how comfortable you make bård feel, being in your presence? it makes him feel like he can be his true self no matter what, even more so when you do not treat him any differently after he tells you about some of the things happening in his mind… bård is so new to relationships and in a way, this makes him eager! you make him feel so safe and at home, all of the things he keeps hidden from everything else come out to be on show around you with little to no fear of judgement at all…

✩ bård kind of clings onto you a whole lot, you are his standing rock in the depths of an unforgiving ocean and you are his home! it is definitely kind of bad but after getting with you? a lot of his mental health and his happiness relies on you, you are his true happiness and you are what drives him to be better in life

- his absolute favourite cuddling positions with you would be simple spooning and the sweetheart

✩ so long as the two of you are as close as you can be together? he loves it more than anything else in the world, being so close to you is all he ever wants and feeling you held in his arms is all he ever craves because without you? the space of his bed feels freezing cold and his arms just feel so empty

- when he once made himself think that being so close to someone else would feel horrible and overbearing? he now accepts the truth that he yearned to feel it for himself and he knows now that in actuality? he loves being the closest he can be to you as the two of you cuddle up together in your shared bed! he loves being able to press lingering yet innocent kisses to your head and the side of your neck whilst holding you in his arms

✩ when sleeping together in the spooning cuddle position, bårds arms are always tight around your body but never tight enough to hurt you or feel restricting to you at all! his arms just hold you secure and safe with your back pressed against his chest and some stray strands of his long brown hair tickling the side of your face and the nape of your neck due to his head being settled down against your own

- though be warned that often times, falling asleep in the spooning cuddle position with bård will almost always end up in some slow morning sex when the two of you awake and both of you take note of his hard morning wood as it presses up against your butt… and he always just thinks that you look so gorgeous when you first wake up…

✩ when sleeping together in the sweetheart cuddle position, bårds arms are less tight around you as one of his arms just lays draped over your shoulders as your legs are tangled together beneath the thick blankets whilst your head is resting atop his warm chest and his face is nestled in your hair because no matter your hair length nor your hair type, bård just loves laying his face against it and breathing in the scent of whatever hair products linger

- if you ever chuckle and ask him just what he is doing due to feeling and hearing him sniff your hair as your head lays upon his chest? you will be able to hear his heartbeat quicken just beneath your ear and you will feel his breathing hitch in his throat as his eyes shoot open and stare at the bedroom wall in the darkness of the night before he speaks up in a quiet mumble

“ nothing… i was just… smelling your hair, it… smells very nice, you know? sorry ” ( bård says it all so fast and so low that you barely even hear what he says but nevertheless you just look up at him with a gentle smile before leaning your head up towards his to press a deep kiss against his lips whilst stroking his long leg with your foot beneath the blankets, mumbling into his mouth about how you think it is sweet and he has nothing to be sorry for, smiling against his pouted lips when you feel his once tense state loosen under your reassurance and show of affection )

✩ wether you are a guy or a girl or even just something in between, when you and bård are both a little bit intoxicated and have just stumbled home to your shared apartment before damn near ripping your now very uncomfortable clothes off and climbing into bed wearing nothing but underwear? drunk bård is a little bit more confident bård and his hands are bound to go wandering just a little bit when you press your almost naked body up against his own for warmth and love

- his calloused hands will drift down to your butt as he squeezes the available fat there before lowering his palm and doing the very same to your thighs or he will bring just one hand to grope and fondle one of your nude breasts as the other ventures downwards towards your butt to show some special attention there too, he always has such a shy yet confident and sly little smile on his drunken face when you look up at him with an intoxicated giggle from his touchy affection that only causes his own somehow slurred laughter to bubble up in his chest

✩ and whilst you and bård do often have some fun drunk sex from time to time? most of the time, these wandering hands and soft squeezes will not lead to anything super nsfw at all because most of the time, drunk bård is sleepy bård and seeing his soft face be so at peace in sleep as he drools upon your naked chest whilst his long hair is strewn across his cheek and his hand is still resting upon your butt? well, it just never fails to make you fall into your own peaceful sleep right after he passes out on your chest

- whilst it is definitely not his favourite cuddling position at all, sometimes when the two of you get back home to your shared apartment after an emperor rehearsal that you attended with him or even after a casual day spent with some friends at helvete, the two of you will walk through the front door hand in hand before just collapsing down together on the soft couch that sits in the small living room before getting into a comfortable take a lap position with his arms wrapping around your body whilst you burrow your head against his chest and lay your legs across his lap as one of his hand comes down to stroke the side of your leg

✩ the take a lap cuddling position might not be a huge favourite for bård because often times when the two of you fall asleep on the couch in the position? both of you often wake up with a bit of an ache in your necks and your backs due to the slight slouching which he is never a big fan of but he will never deny how much he likes it in the moment, so long as the two of you make sure to not fall asleep in the position

- take a lap is often times the cuddling position that the two of you always end up being in when resting in his little makeshift bed in helvete! he really likes the fact that it lets him watch his horror movie on the small tv whilst having you comfortable in his arms at the same time whilst one of his arms is wrapped around your back as his hand strokes along your spine in a soft motion and the other is hanging over your legs with a cold can of coca cola held in his hand, the two of you are far less likely to ever fall asleep in this position when in helvete due to the blaring black metal music in your ears and customers coming in and out of the store which means he gets to enjoy the position with you without the ache in his back and neck coming just after

✩ if anyone, like øystein, ever peeks over at the two of you cuddling like this in his little resting area in helvete and jokingly coos over the two of you for being so cute? bård will blush and is very thankful that his long hair is covering the sides of his face from their view but he has little to no problem shaking his head and just lifting his arm up from your its position over your legs so that he can flip them the bird whilst you chuckle and nestle further against him before his his head comes down to rest his cheek atop your head

- now, i have been talking a lot about bård cuddling you but you know… sometimes he likes to be cuddled too, not that you do not always cuddle back into him when he cuddles you but sometimes he wants to be the one being held, sometimes he wants to be the little spoon even if he will never say those words out loud and will always divert from saying those two words when he asks you to big spoon him instead of the other way around…

“ can you… cuddle me this time? like i do you? just… hold me, the same way i do, please ” ( bård might be able to admit that he wants to be cuddled by you but calling himself the little spoon? saying that he wants to be the little spoon? it will never come out of his mouth and he will find a way around using those two words because for some reason, they just make him feel much more embarrassed to ask and even then, he will always kind of avert his eyes when asking you to cuddle him as if fearing judgement or refusal )

✩ the feelings that rush through bård when you cuddle him and hold him safe in your arms are all so beyond unfamiliar and new to him, they are so unfamiliar and new but in the best way possible! being held in your arms fill him with a feeling of content and warmth that he begins to crave more and more as time goes on

- when being the little spoon for a change, bård loves feeling your arms wrap around his frame from behind as your legs tangle together beneath the blankets, he always feels his own breathing become so much more relaxed and he feels his mind turning into a tired mush the second you press a soft kiss to the side of his head and use your fingers to slip underneath the cotton of his plain black shirt that he wears to bed just to draw gentle shapes on the pale skin his waist, he absolutely loves that he gets to fall asleep to the gentle and rhythmic sound of your heartbeat when being the little spoon in your arms too, hearing your heart beat next to his ear and knowing that it is full of love for him just as his is for you makes his stomach flutter

✩ bård loves it when you talk him to sleep too! he is never bored by what you are talking about or anything even remotely like that but the sound of your quiet and tired voice speaking so close and so low right in his ear as his back is pressed against your chest never fails to make him fall into the welcoming arms of deep sleep! your voice is just so quiet and soft and his brain connects the sound of your voice to warmth and happiness which is why it often lulls him to sleep in your arms

- but when bård wakes up in the morning after falling asleep in the little spoon cuddling position with you holding him tight from behind? he almost always finds himself to have turned around in your arms sometime in his sleep during the night as his head now rests against your chest and your fingers now rest in the long brown strands of his messy bed hair!

✩ and speaking of his hair, stroking and brushing through his long hair whilst cuddling him in the little spoon position is sure to make him pass out in your arms within mere seconds

- your hands petting his head and your soft fingers running through his hair before massaging and gently scratching his scalp almost makes him purr like a kitten, it feels so good for him and knocks him out so well, scratching and massaging at his scalp is kind of like finding and pressing his off button

✩ wether he is the little spoon or the big spoon, bård loves to hold your hand in his own as he falls asleep and even during sleep too

- just before he falls into a deep sleep with you, one of his hands will drift away from wherever they once were to take ahold of yours as tangles your fingers together and connects your warm palms, his fingers running along your knuckles before giving three last gentle squeezes to your hand to symbolise a silent “ i love you ” before the two of you both fall into a shared slumber

✩ during cold norwegian winters? the two of you act as each others thermal heaters in bed, you cuddle up even more than ever before underneath every single blanket that you could find in your shared apartment and his arms never leave their place from being wrapped around you to supply you with body heat

- bård wonders how he ever even survived the winters before you! because when he steps out of bed from his spot beside you in the morning? he immediately just wants to dive back under the thick blankets and curl himself into you and feel your warmth, when he goes to rehearse with emperor whilst you stay home due to the immense cold? all he ever wants to do is get back home and climb into bed with you! he was never too bothered by winter and the cold that always came with it before you but your warmth is like nothing he has ever felt before and after experiencing it? he feels that he can never live without it again, winter feels so much worse than ever before and all he ever wants is to hold your warm body against his own as the two of you sleep through the winter like two bears hibernating through it all! when you leave the bed in the middle of the night to use the bathroom or grab a drink of water? bård always wakes up to the new lack of heat beside him and waits for you to return to bed with an almost grumpy expression on his tired face, like an upset cat missing his warm human

✩ bård tends to snore a whole lot when he sleeps

- he never once snored before he started dating you and cuddling with you in his sleep! but cuddling you and sleeping with you beside him in your shared bed and in his pale arms? it always makes him fall into such a deeper and a much more peaceful sleep than he ever has before, which is where the newfound snoring in his sleep comes from…

✩ never did he know the definition of a good nights rest before you entered his life and changed it for the better! his sleeps before getting with you were always in a very broken schedule and he never felt well rested when he awoke much earlier than he should have, his bedsheets were always a mess when he awoke due to how much tossing and turning he would do in his restless nights

- but when you came into his life and the two of you began dating? well, now he might just understand why some people say that sleep is the best part of life! sleeping with you is so different to sleeping alone, just your mere presence beside him beneath the warm covers makes him feel more at ease and being able to wrap his arm around your waist from behind whilst his button nose gets to rest in your hair as the lingering scent of your shampoo fills his senses always makes him feel so secure

✩ but do not worry at all! his frequent snoring? it is not overly loud nor is it ever annoying in the slightest, it is so strange but his snores are somehow so cute and quiet…

- if anything, waking up in the morning to the feeling of his hot breath fanning against the skin on the back of your neck as gentle snores leave his mouth only ever makes you smile and cuddle further back into him whilst his face buries itself deeper into the crook of you neck and his arm tightens around your waist

✩ it is probably best that you do not mention his snoring to him because of his lingering insecurities

- but if you do mention his snoring in a very soft and beyond gentle way to him? he will not get too insecure about it due to how sweet you were when bringing it up to him but he will probably be very embarrassed and shy about it, the blush that covers his face when you tell him how cute his snoring is? it is almost the same pigment as a bright red rose as he shakes his head with a tiny little smile on his heated face and his long brown hair coming to drape over his cheeks in an attempt to hide the obvious blush

✩ aside from snoring, i can definitely see bård mumbling in his sleep sometimes too

- it is nowhere near as common as his snoring but sometimes, you have woken up in the spooning potion to the sound of him mumbling ever so quietly right beside your ear and tilted your head back to look at him with a questioning look in your tired and heavy lidded eyes before you realise that he is sleep talking…

✩ his sleep talking is almost always just incoherent mumbles as his norwegian accent is even thicker than usual and sometimes he even sleep talks in his native tongue too! but there has been a couple times where you have understood a few little things that he said and they never ever fail to make your heart swell up with love inside of your chest as you listen to him before falling back into your own sleep

- the few sentences you have ever made out from his sleep talking have been little things like “ love you so much… ” “ wanna marry you soon ” “ so beautiful ” and “ dont deserve you… ”

✩ there was once when you heard him mumble out a quiet “ i do… forever… ” and you had to resist waking him from his sleep to pepper him in loving kisses as you realised he must have been dreaming about marrying you, he must have been seeing everything happening at the alter so clear in his land of sleep…

- sometimes, when he awakes in the morning, as the two of you lay there still held in each others arms as the golden morning sun begins to peak through his black curtains? you will ask him what he dreamt about, if anything at all, and he will develop such a deep red blush on his pale face before his arms pulls you against him tighter as he leans down to bury his blushing face into your hair whilst his mind drifts back and remembers the images that were shown to him in his dream, images of the two of you getting married in what seemed like a not so far away future, images of the two of you buying a house together, images of the two of you making love on the couch of your new house in front of a crackling fire

✩ he can never stop himself from telling you a little about his dreams, not when your fingers are drawing soft and comforting patterns on the pale skin of his naked chest and not when you tilt your head up to press a loving kiss against his heated cheek that he attempted to cover with some of the long brown strands of his hair! so he will tell you about his dreams, he will describe what you were wearing and how beautiful you looked, he will describe what the weather was like and how all he seemed to be able to do was gaze at you during the whole dream, he will tell you it all with a dreamy tone in his voice whilst his arms hold onto you…

- his face is always so covered in pure bliss as he tells you about his dreams and if you looked close enough at his chocolate brown eyes? you would be able to the yearning and want in his eyes, you would be able to see that he sees those perfect dreams with you as his true future with you and he awaits it with such eagerness in his heart <3

The tattoos were the cherry on TOPP😭

watching Rise of the Gaurdians made me realize my younger self had a type all along when I had a crush on this guy

the naughty and nice tattoos 😍 😋 😏 😜

close enough, welcome back lucio the arcana

Love men who get horny from mundane things. He needs to go through a man’s equivalent of ovulation when he sees you folding laundry. He has to feel like he needs to be sedated because you were humming while making coffee. He should feel like he’s in heat simply because you giggled at something in your phone. It would be borderline offensive if your simple existence did not send him into the world’s most frenzy of All Time actually

😋😋😋

Of course your Domme is happy about your devotion to her, but have you ever tried :

Give your Domme a pretty bracelet that catches her eye, just because,

Buy her that scented candle she loves, so that her surroundings reflect her elegance,

Give her a pretty leather notebook, so that every word she writes is surrounded by luxury,

Buy her the supplies for her hobbies,

Offer her flowers,

Send her her favorite treat,

Add a small decorative object to enhance the space where she relaxes,

Send her tea, just because she likes it,

Give her that lipstick you saw, because it's her colour

Write her poems, textes and thoughts about your submission to her

Draw and paint scenes that you know she likes

Drive her anywhere she needs, cause she shouldn't be tired from driving

Devotion is a beautiful thing, but what does it mean without you showing a concrete investment in her comfort, pleasure and authority?

Think about really thanking your Domme for the time she spends with you.

Being a sub means honouring your Domme at every level, including through small material gestures that leave no doubt about your devotion. ✨

This blog is pro tits and anti Nazi

Basil Stitt - The Free Use Chronicles - Random Horny Thots

NSFW - thanks @guruan-isnt-here for your input regarding Basil’s um…bathroom release.

You’re sitting on the couch when you hear a familiar whimper in the bathroom. Slowly, you walk toward the sound, steps muffled by your socks. Skin against skin mixed with heavy - and deliciously pathetic - breathing.

Basil is jerking off.

You should knock…but you decide against it. When you open the door, you’re graced with the beautiful look of surprise splayed over Basil’s face. He gasps, fist closed over his fat, leaking cock, eyes turning up to look at you as his mouth falls open.

“B-baby I…o-oh f-fuuu-”

Hot white strings shoot from the strangled head of Basil’s dick. His glistening cum spills around his fingers and coats the back of his hand. He looks at the ground, cheeks going flush under your gaze. You wait patiently for his breathing to go back to normal before you speak.

“Basil, w-what are you doing?” You ask, despite it being perfectly obvious.

“S-sorry I…I just…you wore that thin shirt and…and you don’t have on a bra so your nipples are…they’re…” he wipes some drool off his lips and looks away from you.

“Why didn’t you just take what you needed from me then? I was sitting right there on the couch with you, you don’t need to do this. Next time, Basil, I want you to use me. Any time you need, you can just have me.”

At first, Basil doesn’t quite understand. Surely you can’t mean any-time. So when he looks at you with that deep furrowed brow and confused expression, you elaborate.

“Literally any time you want me, you can have me. My mouth, my hands, my pussy…” you give him a reassuring grin, “my body belongs to you.”

Basil looks like he could cry, but holds it back, nodding slowly before getting up to start cleaning himself off.

The next evening…

You’re doing the dishes after dinner, and if you’re being honest with yourself, you’re surprised he hasn’t done anything yet. If you could read his mind, the truth is that he’s still hesitant to just take you. While he stands there in the kitchen though, seeing the way your pretty thighs pressed together as your skirt rode up your hips, he can’t ignore the growing need pooling in his stomach.

You’re prepared, wearing nothing under the shirt skirt just in case he needs you. You feel him crowd in behind you, breath hot and kissing the sensitive skin on your neck.

“Are you sure this…” he presses his denim covered bulge against your ass, “is okay?”

You breathe out a moan, “feel me…”

Basil uses both hands to tuck under the fabric of your skirt, pushing it up over your rear. He shudders at the sight of your pretty ass, not expecting you to have gone commando just for him. He pulls down his pants and boxer-briefs as one, wrapping a firm hand around his girth.

He uses the thick head of his cock to slide between your folds; he shudders feeling how warm and wet you are already. You’re ready for him. Basil whimpers, sliding forward and bottoming out as deep as he can get into your soaking heat. You’re so drenched that when he snaps his hips forward again, the sound of your skin slaps loudly into the kitchen.

Basil reaches his hand around your waist and flattens it on your tummy, pulling you back while sliding himself forward to feel you deeper. He reaches his other hand up to cup one of your bouncing tits. - bouncing because he can’t stop thrusting faster and faster because it feels so fucking good -.

He’s sorry - so fucking sorry - for the way he’s fucking you so hard your hips slam against the counter. He’ll make it up to you later when his face is covered in your juices and your thighs are shaking against his ears.

Basil doesn’t last long, no more than three minutes and his face is against your spine, rasping loudly and he’s pulling you back over his cock, planting his spend deep in your slick hole. His body jolts, he feels your cunt clench around him, milking whatever’s left in his dick.

He’s so eager already to take you again, but his cock is going soft inside you as he comes down from his high. The sound of his cum dripping on the floor as he slips out of you is all you can focus on, mind numb from the feeling of Basil using you like you asked. You turn around and touch his scarred cheek.

“Was I a good little fuck toy? Did you like using me baby?”

Breathless, Basil leans into you, slotting his lips over yours.

“Mm, yes…t-thank you,” he whispers, “thank you for that.”

You giggle at his beautifully pathetic and hooded gaze.

“Don’t thank me, just remember…any…time…”

Random Blurbs Masterlist

10/10!!! OMG I WILL BE COMING BACK TO READ THIS🤭✋🏼😭

At the Emperor’s Word -Viktor x Reader x Jayce

Summary: Sneaking around the academy after hours sounds like a good idea right up until you get caught; then, it becomes a great idea.

Pairing: Dom!Viktor x Sub!Reader x Switch! Jayce

Word Count: 6K

Warning: Explicit (PwP)

Tags: Threesome, Kissing, Handjob, Voyeurism, Obedience Kink, Praise Kink, Slight Cuckolding, Edging, Degradation, Dom/Sub Dynamics, Masturbation, Voice Kink, Vaginal Fingering, Lap Sex, Light Punishment Kink, Big Dick Viktor, Pet Names, Begging, Slight Choking, Vaginal Sex, Teasing, Rough Sex

Notes: A little fashionably late, but here is my absolutely filthy piece in celebration of Viktor’s birthday 🎉!! Viktor, my dearest, thank you for being my beloved husband and the devoted father of our many children. Glorious ovulation everyone ✌️💕.

You try to stifle a chuckle.

“Jayce, we can't-”

He's warm, so warm. You always feel yourself melt under his touch.

“C'mon, just a minute…” he insists.

You can't help but giggle breathlessly as he brings your hand into his pants, a large hand wrapping your fingers around his already half-hard cock. His body presses yours against the workbench, the firm wood digging into your lower back. His other hand slides against the fabric of your skirt, cushioning the strain, and not so subtly placing his palm over your ass.

He nuzzles his face against the top of your head, letting out a pleased groan when your fist starts moving. You suppress another laugh, trying your best to remain quiet, but you're positively enamoured of those sounds he makes when you touch him. Without even seeing his face, you know the content smile hasn't left his lips; he's so easy to please.

He's twitching under your grip, gripping your cheeks to the rhythm of the strokes. You quicken the pace, and he lets out a low moan that echoes through the empty lab.

This wing of the academy is always empty at this time of night, but there's something exciting about having to stay quiet. You can feel how close he's getting, the slight rutting of his hips a now familiar sign. His breath hitches, he's almost there, just a little more-

“I hope I am not interrupting anything.”

You yelp in surprise, pulling out your hand from Jayce's pants so fast your arm hits the wooden desk behind you. Jayce lets out a confused, frustrated shout at the sudden loss of friction as you wince in pain.

There, at the entrance of the lab, stands a looming figure, holding one of the large doors partially open. The light from the corridor obscures his face from the darkness of the lab; but there is no mistaking who this silhouette belongs to.

Viktor makes a single step forward, the metallic sound of his crutch against the tiled floor making you wince, as he lets the door close behind him. The room falls into obscurity again, the pale glow of the moon and the distant city lights only faintly shining through the windows.

“Ah, Viktor!” Jayce almost bellows in an overly cheery tone, walking backwards to put some distance between the two of you. “I- We were waiting for you! Got a bunch of interesting notes about today's experiments to show you !”

Viktor's face is blank, his eyebrows slightly furrowed in cold annoyance. He is neither amused nor does he seem the believe Jayce's jovial act. He nods curtly at the other man's pants, which are obviously, painfully unbuttoned. Jayce cringes as he quickly stumbles to reattach them, sliding the buttons in the wrong slits. You're frozen in place, eyes wide in fear, incapable of looking away from Viktor's frigid expression. But his focus is not on you; it's on Jayce.

“So,” he starts loudly, not bothering with whispers, “You barely spend any time working in the lab anymore. You have not even checked any of the upgrades I have suggested for the hexgates in the last month.” His voice is apathetic and dry, and his eyes narrow when he says the next words:

“And this is what you've been up to?”

Jayce opens his mouth like he's ready to argue, but the glare from his work partner seems to change his mind. He lowers his head silently, like a puppy being scolded. Viktor's golden pupils slide to you, and you now understand exactly why Jayce prefers looking at the floor.

“From Jayce I could expect,” Viktor remarks, the weight of his stare making you shrink, “but from you? I'll admit I'm disappointed.”

You bow your head in embarrassment. Your cheeks are burning, and you know there's no way to pretend like this is only a misunderstanding. You wish you could vanish on the spot.

Jayce, always the hero, comes to your defence quickly: “Viktor, it wasn't her idea-”

“I'm so sorry sir,” you interrupt him, stepping forward. You know Viktor well enough to recognize he's not a fan of poor excuses or avoiding accountability. “I swear this internship means the world to me. I know how many other students dream of working on hextech. It won't ever happen again.”

He seems pleased by your answer, although his expression stays perfectly stoic.

“That's good to hear,” he hums, walking closer to the both of you. He stops a few feet away, a ray of moonlight passing through a coloured beaker catching in his auburn hair. It illuminates him in an eerie, reddish glow, like he's not quite human, almost a phantom. “Well then, do not let me stop the both of you. Keep going, as you were.”

You have to assume he's joking, even if his tone sounds anything but, and you let out a confused, nervous giggle. But he isn't laughing, and neither is Jayce.

“Viktor…” there's uncertainty in the taller man's voice. It's not fear, or alarm, but he's apprehensive about something.

Viktor lets out a small sigh of lassitude, discontent evident. He looks at you again, with these amber eyes that make you feel like the world around you vanishes. Like there's nothing but him, and the words about to leave his lips.

“It would appear my partner is suddenly hard of hearing. Were my instructions unclear to you as well?”

You swallow. Your lips feel dry. Jayce is still unmoving next to you, still as a board, watching your interaction with his lab partner with an uneasy look.

“…No sir,” you mutter, just loudly enough for both men to hear. Viktor gives you the shadow of a smile.

“C'mon Viktor, you've humiliated her enough,” Jayce argues softly, raising his hand in a gesture of peace. But the other man has clearly decided Jayce hasn't gained his favour for the night, barely sparing him an icy glare.

“I do not believe I was talking to you,” he states matter-of-factly. The man of progress makes a strangled sound of protest, clearly insulted, but Viktor seems to have all but forgotten about him, now. It's back to only you and him, and the teasing smile dancing on his lips.

“He's always like this. Begging for attention,” Viktor tells you in a tone of confidence, like the topic of the conversation isn't standing less than a foot away from you with a baffled look on his face. “One has to wonder if he is compensating for something, but I figure you are in a good position to tell, right?”

You can’t prevent the corners of your mouth from lifting at the underhanded jab; Viktor seems emboldened by your reaction, voice louder when he continues:

“I certainly hope he's been more of a gentleman to you than this. Or does he only bend you over in our lab like an animal?”

The comment is enough to pull Jayce out of his stupor, and he raises his arms in protest.

“Hey, I'm not that-” he starts heatedly.

“Jayce.”

It's just his name; nothing else. You've said it to him hundreds of times. But there's something different in the way Viktor says it, the slow pronunciation of the syllables, the hardness of the accent, the deepness of the voice. Whatever it is, Jayce is compelled by it just as much as an order. He stops right in his tracks, his arms falling uselessly back to his side, like a dog listening to a command.

Viktor hums in approval, but his stare is no less punishing.

“I was not talking to you. When it is your turn to speak, you will know.”

Jayce's mouth is slightly agape, his eyes wide, an expression you can't quite read on his face; but he obeys. He stands there like a puppet, unmoving, drinking Viktor's words. You can't help but notice the still present strain in his badly buttoned pants.

The thinner man's gaze softens once more as it falls on you. He makes another step forward; close enough that you could reach him with your hand if you tried. He looks at you encouragingly: “Answer the question, sweet thing.”

The room feels like it's shrunk to barely a tenth of its size. Your breath has become shallow without you noticing. But isn't quite from fear anymore.

“T-twice in the lab before,” you stutter, the embarrassment of recounting your adventures to your direct supervisor burning your cheeks. The arousal in the air is undeniable now, and he's visibly aware of it. “And in the library. Once in my bedroom.”

Viktor hums pensively, studying your answer. It almost feels like you're passing some kind of final exam; the world's most sexually charged exam, undoubtedly.

“So he is aware of the basic notion of privacy behind closed doors, then,” Viktor concludes, the thin smirk now fully on display. “Who would have thought.”

He doesn't look away from your eyes when he finally speaks to the other man again.

“Jayce. How close are you?”

You glance at the taller engineer; he's started palming himself through his pants, his breathing irregular. His hair is dishevelled from your previous activities, and his cheeks are a bright crimson against his caramel skin. He's usually so dominating, on top of things, handling you like a chiffon doll up and down his dick with that cocky smile of his. You've never seen him like this; flustered, desperate, seeming so small despite all of his stature.

“Pretty close,” Jayce almost moans out, voice raspy for exertion. He's biting his own bottom lip so tightly it might start bleeding. “Just a little more.”

Viktor finally gives him a slight smile, though it's dripping with self-satisfaction. He's close enough to you that you can smell him now, that you could brush away the wayward strands of hair on his forehead. His face has been marked by the passage of time and countless hours of work, heavy bags under his eyes, cheeks almost gaudy. And yet, there is no sign of him ever losing control of this moment. Nothing could change the hypnotic power of his eyes, the controlling tone of his voice, or the subjugating effect of his slightly crooked smile.

“I suppose we should oblige,” he suggests lightly, his free hand brushing your cheek. His fingers are thin and lithe, cold against your skin, and you lean into the touch. He gives you a moment to pull away, if you want to; but you don't.

The kiss is slow at first, gentle, just the way little girls dream their prince charming might one day give them. He lets you decide when to pick up the speed, and you initiate after a few seconds by slipping your tongue in his mouth. It's messier, now, teeth clashing every now and then, saliva pooling where your lips meet. He tastes nothing like Jayce, his flavour of dark coffee and fresh mint; Viktor is sweet, like milk and honey, like a slice of lemon cake in the summer heat.

When he pulls away for air, you feel like time has started to move once again, as if you've just emerged from a dream. He's smirking confidently, still, but not entirely unfazed; his pale cheeks have turned pink, his breathing is slightly laboured, and there are traces of smudged saliva on the corners of his mouth.

A foreign whine makes you both turn towards Jayce, who is clearly on the edge of orgasm. He's abandoned any pretence of innocence, his cock fully pulled out of his pants as he rubs it furiously, eyes locked on the two of you.

“Stop,” Viktor only says.

Jayce groans in frantic frustration, slowing his rhythm but incapable of removing his hand. He's harder than you've ever seen him, his tip almost a painful red.

“No, no, c'mon V, don't do this. Please keep going,” he begs, looking at you with pitiful eyes, pleading silently. You want to touch him, to let him touch himself. But you know it's not your decision; it's Viktor's. And he's made his ruling, so you're not about to get on your research director's bad side again.

The head engineer offers a proud smile at your lack of answer to Jayce, the kind he usually reserves for reports submitted in advance or ingenious schematics. You recognize him more like this, strict, but never unappreciative of your efforts. He never forgets to slip a word of encouragement when you're stuck, never hesitates to reread your notes with you when the math isn't quite adding up. The cold anger seems to have fully passed, and now only the teasing, taunting satisfaction remains.

“I believe you may have forgotten that as per her contract, she is my assistant. Meaning she is under my direct command.”

He's looking at Jayce now, whose hand is still wrapped around his length, but unmoving. His cock is twitching in his grasp, desperate as the rest of him. His whole body shifts to the rhythm of his respiration, large shoulders slumped in defeat. Viktor doesn't turn to you when he asks you the following question, choosing instead to stare deeply into Jayce's citrine eyes.

“Is that not correct?”

You don't hesitate with your answer this time.

“Yes sir.”

His focus is still on the other man, but he strokes your cheek again with his left hand. He rests his weight comfortably on his crutch, like he doesn't have a single worry in the world in this moment.

“Good girl.”

You feel yourself tighten at that. That voice could tell you to find a way to harness the power of the goddamn stars before figuring out the hexcore, and you would comply.

“Jayce, could you bring the chair over here? The larger one.”

Viktor points with his chin towards a wooden chair with a flat backing, in a corner of the lab. Jayce looks back and forth between the chair and his partner, like he's unsure if he's joking or testing him. When no additional directions come from Viktor, he sighs in discomfort, clearly disgruntled, unceremoniously shoving himself back in his pants to go fetch the chair. The thinner man hums in appreciation when he brings it back and places it next to him.

“Thank you, Jayce.”

He sits, using his crutch for balance as he shifts slightly to find a comfortable position. His hand leaves the burgundy handgrip, instead settling on the metallic upper section. He looks like the king of a forgotten kingdom, resting on his wooden throne, sceptre in hand. You and Jayce, his obedient consorts, can't do anything but await his next command.

It comes in the form of a simple motion of his hand, beckoning you closer. You only stop when your legs bump against his, standing above him. His fingers caress the fabric of your skirt studyingly, like he's committing the feel to memory. They eventually catch on the waistband, tugging it questioningly. His golden eyes look up at you, the colour of the sunrise etched in his pupils. You nod earnestly in approval, and he lowers the skirt down until it reaches your knees, letting it fall to the floor. You're suddenly very thankful you dressed up this morning knowing you would see Jayce.

The design is simple, a line of flowery lace hugging your hips, and curving to the shape of your ass. It's the kind of thing Jayce loves; he'll even make you keep your panties on sometimes as he fucks you, just pushing the bottom of the fabric to the side to fit himself inside you. It's the lace he can’t resist, you think, the way it barely covers anything and rests against your skin like a present for him to unwrap.

It doesn’t seem to have the same effect on Viktor, but you can tell he’s still appreciative, cold hand sneaking under the lace to squeeze a cheek firmly.

“This is fucking torture,” Jayce groans in complaint, standing still just barely a few feet away. He's obviously aware he's not supposed to interfere with the two of you, or to touch himself for relief, but the glistening sweat on his forehead and down the prominent vein on his neck indicates how difficult this is for him.

“And you should know better than to have sex next to a table covered in explosive materials and one-of-a-kind prototypes,” Viktor retorts, sparing him a slightly displeased glance. “What if you had broken something irreplaceable?”

Jayce seems genuinely embarrassed by that; he may not show it as often these days with how busy he is, but you know he still cares about the academy's research and the state of hextech.

“I'm sorry Viktor. I wasn't thinking…”

“I am aware you were not thinking. And that is exactly the issue. You forget how much of our profession relies on thinking, not talking.”

It's crystal clear that's going to be the end of the conversation, for now. Viktor's fingers slide to your hip, following the shape of the panties until your inner thigh. A small tap with a single digit tells him everything he needs to know.

“Look at this,” he smiles, taunting but affectionate, “Already so wet just from a kiss. Or was it the sound of my voice that did it, I wonder.”

Both, it's both, and every single thing that has happened in this lab since he entered it. You tremble when his finger moves slowly against the damp fabric, not quite oversensitive, but a little on edge.

“I, um-” Jayce hesitantly speaks up from the side. “I fingered her a bit earlier. I… think she should be alright?”

This time, Viktor doesn't reprimand him for talking; he seems surprisingly pleased, eyes boring into yours for confirmation.

“Is that so?” he exhales softly.

You nod breathlessly. Why is it always so difficult to talk when he's studying you like this?

The teasing finger slips under the fabric, gently making its way into you. You let out an involuntary sound of eagerness as he verifies if you've been loosened up, analyzing you with the precision of a machine. He removes the digit with a crooked grin when he judges you've passed, and you whine at the loss; it was barely anything in the first place, but it soothed the feeling of total emptiness in your core.

“Color me impressed,” Viktor declares, half genuine, half mocking. “I do not think I have ever seen Jayce do his work in advance.”

Said man groans in defeated complaint:

“You're turning her against me.”

Viktor lets out a wry snort:

“You do that well enough on your own. You touched her without even making her cum?”

He pats your pussy comfortingly, and you almost sing to the feeling. Your panties get lowered swiftly, and you discard them with little decorum. Viktor's assertive expression has softened enough that you feel emboldened enough to try to join in the banter:

“Jayce thinks foreplay is watching him get undressed. He's not exactly an expert.”

Viktor laughs at that, a charming and genuine sound, and you feel yourself glow with pride. The topic of mockery doesn't seem as pleased, his cheeks red, his lips thin:

“See? Told you. You've already worked your fucking magic on her.”

Viktor starts unbuttoning his pants, the teasing smile still etched on his angular features. His fingers work nimbly, swiftly, with the precision only the best engineer in Runeterra could muster in such circumstances.

“It is not magic, Jayce. Simply talent and practice.”

He does quick work of lowering his pants, just enough to expose his underwear. The confirmation that he is indeed not as unbothered as he still may seem is poking through the fabric. Judging by the defined outline and the sizeable tent, you can instantly confirm a hypothesis you've had since the start of your internship: the Assistant to the Dean of the Academy is packing.

He's not unaware of it either; his golden eyes follow the movement of your own, playfully examining your reaction. It's different from Jayce's endearing ego and constant need for praise; Viktor knows his worth, but he revels in the admiration, the stares filled with awe and devotion.

If Jayce needs to feel worthy, then Viktor needs to feel wanted.

He finally frees his cock from the restrive fabric, letting the member bob slightly. He's not even fully hard, and he's huge, the length imposing, the bulbous tip a pleasant shade of pink. The skin is as pale as the rest of him, blueish veins marking it like porcelain; only a few well-trimmed auburn curls at the base remind you he's not sculpted from actual marble.

Jayce lets out a low, tentatively playful whistle as the other man’s slender fingers wrap around the shaft.

“Flattery will not get you far, Jayce,” Viktor comments absentmindedly. “You and I both know this is nothing you have not seen before.”

He moves his hand in an open, loose fist, evidently without any real intent to finish himself off; not with the way he's made you stand right above him, not with how he's looking right at you. You swallow with difficulty, licking your lips for moisture. The energy between the two of you is tangible, electric, as he keeps working himself tantalizingly slow.

“Darling. Sweet thing. Do you want this?”

You nod vigorously, the words stuck in your throat again.

“Tell me, then. Please. Tell me how much you want this,” he requests, and it's hard to tell whether that's an order or a plea with the way his voice lowers, just barely louder than a whisper.

You feel like you're high, your mind a jumbled mess of adrenaline and lust. There are no sentences that could possibly express how he's got you under his spell. How many times have you imagined a scene like this, in only a year of being his assistant? The stolen glances, the passing touches, you had no reason to believe they were anything more than figments of your lustful imagination. The very idea that he could be the one doubting your interest in him is laughable, and yet his gaze is probing you for a response, his lips parted with bated breath.

“I want this. I want you,” you swear to him, staring back so deeply into the amber irises there could not be a single question left. “Please, sir.”

You bring a hand to the crook of his neck; the coolness of the skin under your palm, the sharpness of his collarbone against your fingertips, the beating of his heart below your thumb. He has to know this is real.

Viktor smiles slightly, the little mole above his lips shifting alongside his dimples.

“I would ask you to be weary of my right leg, then. It is not quite as strong as it used to be, although that is not saying much.”

You've never seen the emotion that crosses Viktor's face in that moment, gone in under a second. It's so subtle one might have missed it; bitterness, regret, defeat. The tragedy of a man brilliant enough to change the whole world, but who wouldn't live long enough to see it. If Janna truly watches over the lost children of Zaun, then she is turning a blind eye to the brightest of them all.

You could say something, try and comfort him, but you choose not to. There's nothing that can be said to change things; there’s only the present, and there are only actions.

You sink down on him slowly, the both of you moaning in unison. You can't help the array of whines escaping your pinched lips. The heat from where your bodies meet is overwhelming, the stretch delightful and filling. He's not fully inside you and you're already wondering how much more you can take. It's dizzying, the pain making you grit your teeth, but you persist, fingers clenching on the back of the chair. When you've fully bottomed out, you let out a shaky breath you hadn't realized you were holding. Viktor soothingly pats your back, and you hang on to him for dear life, wrapping both arms around his back.

“Are you alright?” he whispers softly, worry evident in his voice. You want to answer, but you're quite certain if you open your mouth you'll only get confused gibberish out, because fuck, he's filling you so much it's hard to even think. You shift your grip to his shoulder blades, trying to anchor yourself, absentmindedly noticing the cool feeling of metal under his uniform. You trace the intricate patterns with your fingers to ground yourself, recognizing the shapes of bolts and screws, as you feel your breathing slowly even out

“I’m ok,” you eventually manage to exhale. “I just- need a second“

Viktor makes an understanding hum, his hand caressing the valley of your back like you're doing with his, his strokes mellow. He moves his head slightly to look at Jayce behind you, throwing him an irritated glare.

“So much for your preparations,” he points out with irony.

Without needing to see him, you know exactly the kind of disgruntled face Jayce is making: “She only needs three to fit me, you're just stupid big.”

“I can move,” you interrupt them, the pain now only a vague tingle; all that remains is the yearning for him.

You place both hands on the back of the chair to balance your weight, being careful of Viktor's weaker leg. You bring yourself up slowly, tantalizingly, before letting yourself fall back on his length. There's no other way to describe the broken moan you release than dirty.

“Eh,” Viktor remarks slyly, groaning when you start moving again. “S-she does not seem to think it’s stupid.”

You fuck yourself on him with abandon, fast, rough, not caring of how debauched you may look. If anything, Jayce seems very appreciative if his moans and curses are any indication.

“Fuck, baby,” he pants somewhere behind you, too far to feel his warmth, but close enough to hear he's pumping himself to the same rhythm you're riding Viktor. “You're doing such a good job taking him, princess…”

He's truly begging when he calls the other man's name again, delirious from the unending edging:

“V, please, make her turn to my side, I have to see her face.”

Viktor's hooded eyes bare into yours, his raspy pants echoing through your head as you thrust up and down his length.

“Do you think he is truly sorry, now?” he asks, the ever-teasing glimmer in his pupils shining despite the clear physical effort from his body.

You can't even remember what Jayce has to be sorry for; you whimper a positive ‘huh-uh’. Viktor nuzzles his head in the crook of your neck for a moment, gently bitting the sweaty skin in a surprising hint of possessiveness, but he does finally agree to free Jayce of his torture.

“I will trust your good judgment. You can come here, Jayce.”

You yelp in surprise when two strong but familiar hands suddenly grab you at the waist and turn you around, almost pulling you off Viktor's cock and into a messy kiss. The slight tickle of Jayce's stubble is pleasantly itchy, his tongue desperately searching for more of your taste. You moan wantonly against his mouth when you feel Viktor twitch inside you, but the man under you doesn't seem fully pleased: a thinner but firm hand brings you back against his chest, and he throws Jayce an irritated glare.

“I give you an inch and you take a mile. Typical,” the older man accuses him with a bitter tone, his accent more pronounced, rigid. “You do not get to touch, and you are only allowed to cum on her.”

His lips come to your ear in the ghost of a kiss, velvety smooth:

“Would that be agreeable to you, sweet thing?”

You just know you want to keep going, really; so you do exactly that as a reply.

This position is harder for movement, since without the support of the chair’s back, you would have to rely on putting pressure on Viktor's knees. Thankfully, with Jayce’s proximity, you can use his muscled chest for balance. He certainly doesn't mind being used like this if the expression he’s wearing is any sign: his entire face is crimson, his eyes heavy, laboured breaths escaping his abused lips. He's still following your pace, pumping up and down every time your ass meets Viktor's hip bones. It has to be painful by now, with the way he's been rubbing himself raw for so long without release, but he's either too entranced to care or getting off the burning friction

“So obedient,” Viktor praises you, his free hand moving to your lower stomach, long fingers digging gently into your skin; you wonder if he’s trying to feel himself move inside you. “We might still be able to make a top student out of you. What do you think, Jayce?”

Much like yourself, Jayce seems beyond the capacity for words. He's looking at you like he wants to devour you, like he wants to take you off Viktor's lap and fuck you right on the floor. But you both know he wouldn't do that without Viktor's approval, at the risk of getting on the other man’s bad side again.

Viktor's cock hits a peculiarly sensitive spot inside you and you cry out from the sudden shock, loling out your tongue involuntarily. Jayc makes a strangled sound at the sight, and it visibly takes all his self-control to not shove himself into the warmth of your throat.

“For once, I cannot get you to talk when I actually want you to,” Viktor tsks in disapproval, but it's clear he's not frustrated; rather, he seems to enjoy the trance-like silence Jayce has been reduced to.

“F-fuck, I think this is the hottest thing I've ever seen,” the younger man sputters, delirious, his fist moving with a frenzied pace. “I can see your cock in and out of her every time she bounces like that. Her tits look so good…”

You recognize that slight pitch in his voice, the rumbling in his throat; he's close again.

“What else?” Viktor hums, not letting him have a moment of respite. You can hear ragged gasps next to your ear, parts of heaved curses indicating he too is nearing his end, but he's still firmly insistent on being the one in control of it all.

Jayce whines in struggle, but it's hard to hear with how loud the sound of your own moans echo in the room. You've been using Viktor's cock to hit that one spot over and over, chasing your high without restraint, the familiar clenching of your walls maddening.

“She looks all fucked out. Like she -fuck- like she's so close to cumming around you…”

The other man seems pleased by that if the way you feel him twitch inside you is evidence. “Good observations,” he replies in playful irony. “Perhaps there is still a scientist in there.”

The hand on your stomach leaves its comfortable position to wrap around your neck, the pressure light, just barely restricting airflow.

“Sweet thing,” he calls out to you once more. “You can pick up the pace a little. I want you to never look away from Mr Talis's eyes.”

It's a hard request to fulfill considering how badly you want to squint your eyes shut in the agonizing pleasure; but you try your very best, unshed tears of exhaustion starting to pool and blurying your vision.

The sight of you so desperately trying to obey Viktor's order to focus on nothing but him is what finally undoes Jayce, who lets out one final loud curse:

“Shit-!”

He cums all over your academy blouse with a shout, little droplets reaching as high as your chin. It barely takes three more thrusts against Viktor for you to join him, crying tears of relief as an intense wave of bliss rocks your entire body. With your limbs reduced to nothing but putty, your head falls forward in exhaustion, thankfully stopped by Jayce's strong torso; the fabric of his dress shirt feels like satin against your face, burying your sobs.

Viktor takes a moment longer to reach his peak, fucking into your exhausted body with concentration, thick eyebrows furrowed. It's too much, too rough, and you throw your head back to whine against his neck pitifully. He mutters something unintelligible under his breath before he finally unloads into you with a long groan.

“Shh, good girl,” he compliments you soothingly as his warmth settles into your core, kissing your neck leisurely in praise. “You have done so well.”

He bends your head back slightly more to catch your mouth in an open-mouth kiss, slow and tired, sloppy from your mutual exhaustion. Jayce groans, his hand somehow still on his softened cock, pumping it lazily; his stamina is utterly unbelievable.

“Okay, actually, this might be the hottest thing I've ever seen,” he comments hoarsely, absorbing the way your tongue dances with Viktor's with every inch of his capacities.

Viktor concludes the wet kiss with a small peck on your lips, smiling as your head falls back on his shoulder in fatigue, your eyes shut close.

“Because you managed to get yourself all over her?” he throws back at Jayce, as calm and confident as if he hadn't just made you go through the most intense orgasm of your life. “Your ego will never cease to impress me.”

The stars behind your eyelids are still spinning; you weakly try to move an arm, finding it almost completely unresponsive.

“Sir?” you ask, and you almost don't recognize your voice with how rough and broken it resonates in the empty lab.

“I think we have reached the point where you are allowed to call me by my name in private,” Viktor amusedly hums close to you.

“Viktor, I…”

You want to open your eyes, to look into his golden eyes again and see the way he looks right after sex, but they're sealed shut from how worn out you are. “…I don't think I can move right away.”

That earns you a content chuckle from one man and a disbelieving laugh from the other.

“Jayce,” Viktor asks, now with a tone of request rather than command, “be a gentleman for once and carry her to her bedroom. The poor thing is exhausted.”

Jayce snorts, for once tonight the one hitting back with irony:

“And whose fault is that?”

Viktor’s fingers, still loosely wrapped around your throat as lightly as feathers, slide down to massage the tender muscles at the base of your nape. You moan brokenly into the touch. You couldn't move even if you wanted to.

“Undeniably yours. I am not the one sneaking around in the academy for nefarious purposes,” Viktor retorts playfully, tiredness noticeable but skillfully hidden in his voice. “But if you were to have a bad idea like this once more… I believe I can offer you my services as her supervisor. For both your sakes.”

i need a shirt that says “i ❤️ pathetic boys who whine for attention”