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"Happy Progress Day" — Viktor x Y/N (Female)

English is not my first language. Feel free to comment on any of my mistakes and i will update the post. — ! WARNING NSFW(+18): ! — Sexual themes, Sex, Flirting, Making out, Teasing, Oral sex, Vaginal, Dom!Viktor. — Word count: — 5.1k (Full uncut version on AO3)

The night sky over Piltover shimmered with anticipation, the crackling energy of Progress Day coursing through the streets. The air was electric, filled with the hum of invention and the promise of a brighter future. People bustled about, eager for the celebrations to begin, but amid the revelry, you found yourself in the secluded heights of Viktor’s lab, perched above the chaotic world below, filled with luxury and rich laughs and children running around with sparklers in their tiny hands.

You stood by the wide, arched window, your gaze drawn to the cityscape illuminated by the twinkling lights of lanterns. The view was spectacular, the spires of Piltover looming beneath the darkened sky. However, your attention kept drifting back to Viktor, who sat at his desk, eyes locked on blueprints, working tirelessly even as the world outside prepared for celebration.

"Viktor," you called softly, stepping closer. "You’ve been at that all day. Don’t you think it’s time to take a break? Even for Progress Day?"

He looked up, his golden eyes reflecting the flicker of nearby lamplight. He smiled, that rare, genuine curve of his lips that always made your heart skip. "Actual progress doesn’t stop... for fireworks," he teased lightly, though there was warmth in his voice.

You chuckled, closing the distance between you until you stood beside him, your hand brushing against his. "Maybe not, but even the brightest minds deserve a moment to enjoy life."

Viktor’s gaze softened, the intensity of his work giving way to something else, something more personal. His fingers lingered over yours, a tentative, intimate gesture. "Perhaps," he murmured, glancing back to the window, where the first crackle of fireworks was starting to light up the sky. "But I prefer my celebrations... in quieter company."

You felt the warmth rise in your cheeks at his words, your pulse quickening as he intertwined his fingers with yours. "I can think of a way we could celebrate," you whispered, the suggestion heavy in your voice as you leaned closer to him.

Viktor’s breath caught, his eyes narrowing slightly, not in disapproval but in curiosity. "Oh?" His tone was low, intrigued. "And what would you suggest?"

Your other hand rested on his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath the fabric of his shirt. You could feel the slight tension in his body as you moved closer, pressing your lips gently to the side of his neck, just above the collar of his shirt. His sharp intake of breath made your heart race, emboldening you.

"I can think of a few things," you whispered against his skin, your fingers tracing delicate patterns along his chest. "Something that doesn’t require blueprints or hextech."

Viktor turned toward you fully now, his focus shifting entirely. His hand, still wrapped around yours, tightened just a fraction, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in a way that sent a shiver down your spine. "You’ve captured my attention," he murmured, his voice low and rough in a way that sent heat pooling in your stomach. "But I warn you...I may not be so easily distracted."

The challenge in his words spurred you on, your lips grazing his jawline as your hands slipped to the back of his neck, fingers tangling in his hair. "Then I’ll just have to try harder," you whispered.

Viktor’s eyes darkened, the golden hue of them gleaming in the dim light of the lab. He pulled you closer, his body leaning into yours until you were pressed against his desk, your hands gripping the edge for balance. The intensity between you built as he dipped his head, capturing your lips in a kiss that was slow, deliberate, and entirely Viktor—controlled, thoughtful, yet filled with a hunger that sent a shudder through your entire body.

The fireworks outside exploded in vibrant colors, but the world around you faded as you focused on him—on the way his hands moved to your waist, steady but eager. His fingers teased the hem of your shirt, slipping beneath the fabric to brush against your skin, and the contact sent a wave of heat through you.

He broke the kiss for a moment, his forehead resting against yours as he took a breath, eyes half-lidded and filled with desire. "You’re a dangerous distraction," he whispered, the corner of his lips lifting in that crooked smile of his.

"Maybe that’s exactly what you need," you replied, your voice breathless.

With a quiet chuckle, he leaned in again, capturing your lips once more, this time with more urgency. His hands roamed your body, deft and skillful, like he was discovering something new with every touch. The sensation was intoxicating, pulling you deeper into the moment as your body responded to his every movement.

As the fireworks outside turned into a riot of color and sound, you found yourself lost in Viktor’s touch. His lips left a trail of fire down your neck, and your breath hitched as he whispered your name against your skin. His hands, no longer restrained by hesitation, explored every curve of your body, as though memorizing you by feel alone.

With a soft groan, Viktor pulled you closer, his body flush against yours. He lifted you effortlessly onto the desk, his hands spreading your legs to fit against him. His breath was warm against your collarbone as he kissed his way down, and when his lips met the sensitive skin just beneath your ear, you couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped you.

As his hips pressed against yours, there was feeling of a gentle, but growing erection.

He paused, his gaze flicking up to meet yours, eyes dark with desire. "Is this what you had in mind for our celebration?" he asked, voice thick with need.

You smirked, your fingers curling into his hair, tugging gently. "It’s a good start," you teased, your voice low and sultry.

Viktor growled softly, his lips crashing into yours again with renewed fervor. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, feeling the heat and the growing erection of his intimacy against yours. His hands roamed under your shirt, pushing the fabric up until it was discarded somewhere on the floor. He paused, his gaze sweeping over your bare skin, admiration flickering in his eyes as his stared shamelessly into your chest.

"You are...remarkable," he murmured, his fingers tracing the line of your collarbone before dipping lower, following the curve of your body.

You gasped as his touch sent waves of pleasure through you, and when he dipped his head to press open-mouthed kisses along the valley of your chest, you could barely contain the moan that escaped your lips. He grinned against your skin, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you.

"Viktor..." you breathed, your voice a desperate plea for more.

He met your gaze, his golden eyes burning with intensity. "Then let me show you how we’ll celebrate," he whispered.

His hands were firm but gentle as they urged your legs apart, moving your skirt up, as he gently played around with his fingers against your panties... You were lucky, you had picked your cutest set of lingerie today, and he definitely had noticed it. Viktor's gaze flicking up to meet yours, eyes smoldering with intent. You could feel his breath, warm and teasing, against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, each exhale sending a wave of anticipation coursing through you. Your fingers tangled in his hair, a soft gasp escaping your lips as his kisses grew more intimate, more possessive.

“Viktor...” you whispered, voice barely audible over the distant rumble of fireworks outside. Your body tensed with expectation, every nerve alight as his mouth hovered just above your most sensitive area, his lips ghosting over your skin, teasing but not quite giving you what you craved...yet.

He paused, eyes locking with yours, the intensity in his gaze making your breath hitch. “Tell me what you want,” he murmured, his voice rough, edged with desire. His fingers brushed lightly over the juncture of your thighs, sending another shiver through you, the sensation maddeningly close yet still just out of reach.

Your heart pounded in your chest, the ache between your legs growing unbearable as you tugged at his hair, a silent plea for more. “You... I want you” you breathed, the words tumbling out, thick and it wasn't the only thing dripping with desire.

A slow, wicked smile curved his lips at your admission, and without further hesitation, Viktor lowered his head, his mouth finally meeting where you needed him most. The first brush of his tongue against your clit sent a jolt of pleasure through you, your back arching off the desk as a moan escaped your lips.

For someone you judged ... so innocent, hard working, and even for a week, you swore he was entirely uninterested in sex.

His movements were deliberate, precise, as if he were studying you, learning the way your body responded to his touch. His tongue flicked over your clit, drawing circles of pleasure, while his fingers slid along your slick folds, finding a way in gently, you were wet enough to make it extremely easy, parting you gently as he explored further. The combination of sensations was overwhelming, each stroke, each flick of his tongue driving you higher, your hands clutching the edge of the desk as your body tensed with pleasure.

He was so focused, so intent on your pleasure, and it was driving you wild. The way he worked you, alternating between slow, torturous strokes and faster, more insistent movements, had you teetering on the brink of release, your body aching for more, for release.

“Vikto-or, please...” you gasped, your voice barely a whisper, your body thrumming with need — "That's so go-ood.."

He hummed softly against you, the vibration sending another shockwave through your body. His fingers pressed deeper, curling inside you just right, while his mouth latched onto your clit, sucking gently in perfect rhythm. It was too much, too good.

Viktor’s breath was hot against your skin as his kisses traveled lower, his lips tracing a slow, deliberate path down your body. Each brush of his mouth sent shivers through you, your pulse racing as his fingers deftly unfastened your pants, peeling away the remaining barriers between your bare skin and the cool air of the lab. The sensation was electric, a contrast to the heat building inside you as Viktor's lips followed the same journey, kissing along your hips with agonizing patience.

His hands were firm but gentle as they urged your legs apart, his gaze flicking up to meet yours, eyes smoldering with intent. You could feel his breath, warm and teasing, against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, each exhale sending a wave of anticipation coursing through you. Your fingers tangled in his hair, a soft gasp escaping your lips as his kisses grew more intimate, more possessive.

He paused, eyes locking with yours, the intensity in his gaze making your breath hitch. “Remind me... what do you want,” he murmured, his voice rough, edged with desire. His fingers brushed lightly over the juncture of your thighs, sending another shiver through you, the sensation maddeningly close yet still just out of reach.

Your heart pounded in your chest, the ache between your legs growing unbearable as you tugged at his hair, a silent plea for more. “You... I need you,” you breathed, the words tumbling out, thick with want.

A slow, wicked smile curved his lips at your admission, and without further hesitation, Viktor lowered his head, his mouth finally meeting where you needed him most. The first brush of his tongue against your core sent a jolt of pleasure through you, your back arching off the desk as a moan escaped your lips.

His movements were deliberate, precise, as if he were studying you, learning the way your body responded to his touch. His tongue flicked over your sensitive bud, drawing circles of pleasure, while his fingers slid along your slick folds, parting you gently as he explored further. The combination of sensations was overwhelming, each stroke, each flick of his tongue driving you higher, your hands clutching the edge of the desk as your body tensed with pleasure.

Viktor’s name fell from your lips like a prayer, his pace relentless yet controlled, sending waves of heat crashing through you. Every flick of his tongue and every gentle thrust of his fingers seemed to push you closer to the edge, your body trembling with the building tension. His free hand slid up your thigh, gripping you firmly, grounding you even as your mind spun.

“Viktor, please...” you gasped, your voice barely a whisper, your body thrumming with need.

With one last stroke of his tongue, the tension in your body snapped, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave. You cried out his name, your legs trembling around his shoulders as pleasure surged through you, your body tightening and then releasing in a series of powerful waves. Viktor didn’t stop, continuing his ministrations, his tongue drawing out every last ounce of pleasure until you were gasping, trembling beneath him.

Finally, when the last tremors of your climax subsided, he pulled back, his lips glistening, his eyes dark with satisfaction as he looked up at you. You were breathless, your body still buzzing with the aftershocks of your release, and yet, when his gaze met yours, a fresh wave of desire sparked between you.

He stared as if he was proud of himself, like you were a experiment that had gone ... just right.

Viktor stood, leaning over you, his hands sliding up your thighs to rest at your hips. He kissed you again, deeply, letting you taste yourself on his lips. The kiss was slow, unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world, as if this moment, with you, was the only thing that mattered.

As he pulled back, he smirked, that rare mischievous glint in his eyes. “A rather... successful celebration, wouldn’t you say?”

Your breath caught in your throat, a soft laugh escaping your lips. “We’re not done yet ,” you whispered, pulling him down for another kiss, eager to give him as much pleasure as he had given you.

Viktor's lips were still on yours, slow and deliberate, savoring the taste of your recent climax. Your body tingled, still humming with aftershocks, but the heat between you hadn’t dissipated. If anything, it was only intensifying, the look in his eyes igniting something deeper within you. The passion, the hunger—it was mutual, and now, you were determined to make him feel as overwhelmed as he’d made you.

Without breaking the kiss, you let your hands slide down his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath the fabric of his shirt. His breath hitched when your fingers brushed lower, over the waistband of his pants. You smiled against his lips, feeling the tension in his body as you began to undo the button, teasingly slow.

"Your turn," you whispered, breaking the kiss just enough to murmur the words against his mouth.

His erection strained against his underwear, the evidence of his desire pressing hot and hard against you as you knelt in front of him, the sight of him towering above you making your pulse quicken. You could feel the heat radiating from him, his composure barely intact as you slid your fingers beneath the waistband of his briefs and tugged them down.

When you finally revealed him fully, Viktor let out a soft, almost tortured groan, his fingers curling around the edge of the desk for balance. His cock stood hard and proud, and you couldn't help but admire him for a moment—the way his body trembled with anticipation, the way his breath came in shallow, needy pants. The power you had over him in this moment was intoxicating.

Slowly, deliberately, you wrapped your hand around the base of his shaft, giving him a firm stroke. Viktor’s reaction was immediate—his head fell back slightly, and a deep, guttural sound escaped his throat. The sound alone sent a thrill through you, your desire to please him growing with every ragged breath he took.

You leaned in, brushing your lips against the tip of his cock, soft and teasing, your breath warm against his sensitive skin. His fingers dug into the edge of the desk, his body tensing as he looked down at you, eyes burning with lust.

"Y/N..." he breathed, his voice rough, strained.

You didn't hesitate any longer, letting your tongue flick out to trace the head of his cock, tasting him. Viktor's reaction was immediate, a deep, throaty moan spilling from his lips as you swirled your tongue around him, savoring every sound he made. Your hand continued to stroke his length as you slowly took him into your mouth, inch by inch, your lips wrapping around him as you hollowed your cheeks, sucking gently.

His breathing became erratic, his hips shifting as though he was trying to hold himself back, trying not to lose control too quickly. You could feel his restraint, the way he trembled, his usual calm and calculated demeanor crumbling as you worked him over with your mouth. The knowledge that you could undo him like this only fueled your movements, your desire to push him further, to make him lose himself completely.

You took him deeper, your hand working in rhythm with your mouth as you bobbed your head, your tongue sliding along the underside of his cock with every movement. Viktor’s groans grew louder, more desperate, his fingers threading through your hair, not pulling but guiding, encouraging.

"Fuck..." he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper, the rare profanity slipping from his lips making your pulse race. His grip on your hair tightened slightly, his hips bucking just the tiniest bit as his control slipped. "Y/N, I—"

You didn’t stop, didn’t give him the chance to finish. Instead, you quickened your pace, your hand stroking the base of his shaft while your mouth worked the rest of him, taking him as deep as you could. His moans became more ragged, more broken, his composure unraveling with each passing second.

You could feel his cock twitch in your mouth, a sign that he was getting close. His breath came in harsh gasps, his fingers tightening in your hair as his hips jerked involuntarily, thrusting deeper into your mouth.

"Your turn," you whispered, breaking the kiss just enough to murmur the words against his mouth.

Viktor's eyes darkened, his expression shifting into one of anticipation as he stood there, watching your every move. He looked as if he was about to say something—some clever retort—but his words were cut short by a sharp intake of breath when you pushed his pants down, freeing him from the fabric that had grown tight with his arousal.

"Y/N..." he breathed, his voice rough, strained.

"Y/N... I’m—" Viktor's voice broke as he tried to warn you, but you didn’t stop. You wanted to taste him, to feel him come undone under your touch

With a strained groan, Viktor’s entire body tensed, and you felt the hot pulse of his release spill into your mouth. His moans were low and guttural, almost pained with how intense his orgasm hit him. You swallowed eagerly, your tongue teasing the sensitive tip as his body shuddered with the aftershocks of his climax.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was his labored breathing, his grip on your hair loosening as his body slumped against the desk, utterly spent. You pulled back slowly, pressing a final kiss to the head of his softening cock before standing. Viktor's golden eyes followed you, still dark with the remnants of lust, his chest rising and falling heavily as he tried to catch his breath.

"You..." Viktor began, his voice soft but filled with awe, "...you continue to surprise me."

You smiled, leaning into his touch, your lips brushing against his fingers. "I’m not done surprising you yet," you whispered, your voice teasing as you leaned in to capture his lips once more.

As you both now had a ... Salty taste to your mouths.

The heat between you was palpable, growing by the second as his hands roamed your body, this time with less hesitation, more hunger. You could feel his arousal stirring again, his body responding to the closeness, to the way your fingers traced the edges of his jaw and neck. When your lips left his, trailing down his throat, pressing kisses along his collarbone, Viktor’s breath hitched, and you felt the shift in his demeanor—the moment his restraint snapped.

Suddenly, his hands were firm on your hips, lifting you onto the desk again. His body followed, pressing against yours with a new urgency, and you could feel the hardness of his cock already growing between your legs. The sensation sent a thrill through you, your own body responding eagerly to the closeness, the friction of him against your sensitive core.

"Y/N," Viktor whispered, his voice rough with need, "I—"

But you silenced him with another kiss, this one more urgent, more demanding. You didn’t need words; you both knew what you wanted—what you needed. And as his hands slid down your thighs, pushing them apart, positioning himself between your legs, you felt the heat of him pressing the tip against your entrance, teasing you, driving you mad with anticipation.

Your nails scraped lightly against his back as you pulled him closer, desperate to feel him inside you. "Oh.. I want that so bad..." you whispered, your voice breathy, filled with longing.

That was all the encouragement he needed.

With one smooth thrust, Viktor pushed into you, filling you completely, and both of you gasped at the sensation. The stretch of him inside you was exquisite, the way he fit perfectly against your body as though he’d been made for this—for you. His forehead pressed against yours, his breath hot against your lips as he stilled for a moment, letting you adjust to the feel of him.

But you didn’t want to wait. The ache inside you was too strong, the need to move, to feel him deeper, overwhelming. You rolled your hips, urging him on, and Viktor groaned in response, his grip on your waist tightening as he began to move.

Viktor’s hands gripped your hips with a bruising force, his control slipping with every gasp, every moan that escaped your lips. His mouth found your neck, kissing, biting softly as he drove into you harder, faster, your bodies moving in sync, chasing the same desperate high. The desk beneath you creaked with the force of your movements, but neither of you cared—all that mattered was the way he felt inside you, the way your body responded to every deep thrust.

Your nails raked down his back, your own pleasure building rapidly, every thrust pushing you closer to the edge. You could hear Viktor’s ragged breathing in your ear, his moans mingling with yours, and the sound of him, the way he completely unraveled with you, only drove your desire higher.

"Y/N..." he groaned, his voice hoarse as his pace quickened, his hips slamming into yours with a desperate intensity. "I... I can’t—"

"Don’t stop," you gasped, your hands gripping his shoulders as you pulled him even closer. "Don’t—ah—stop."

Viktor's thrusts became erratic, his control fraying as he pounded into you, the raw passion between you both overtaking everything else. His lips crashed against yours in a messy, heated kiss, his body pressing you back against the desk as he drove deeper, harder, your cries filling the room as your climax built higher and higher.

Your body tensed, that familiar coil tightening in your core, and you knew you were close—so close. Viktor must have sensed it too because his hand slid between your bodies, his fingers finding your sensitive clit and circling it in perfect rhythm with his thrusts.

With a cry of his name, your orgasm ripped through you, your entire body convulsing with the intensity of it. Your walls clenched around him, and Viktor groaned deep in his throat, his thrusts becoming sloppier as he chased his own release. You could feel the tension in his body, the way his cock twitched inside you as he slammed into you one final time, spilling his warmth deep inside you with a low, guttural moan.

For a moment, neither of you moved, your bodies still intertwined, trembling with the aftershocks of your shared climax. Viktor's forehead rested against yours, his breathing still labored, his hands gentling their grip on your waist as he held you close. The heat between you began to subside, replaced by a deep, lingering satisfaction, the air around you thick with the scent of sex and sweat.

When Viktor finally lifted his head to look at you, his golden eyes were soft, the fire in them dimmed but not extinguished. He brushed a strand of hair away from your face, his touch tender, his lips quirking into a tired, but genuine smile.

"That was..." He paused, searching for the right words, his thumb tracing the curve of your jaw. "Quite the celebration."

You laughed softly, your own body still buzzing from the intensity of what had just happened. "I think we might have outdone the fireworks," you teased, your voice light but filled with affection.

As he pulled back, his eyes lingered on yours, a silent acknowledgment passing between you. This wasn’t just lust or a fleeting moment of pleasure—it was something more, something deeper. And as the night settled around you, the world outside slowly coming back into focus, you knew that whatever came next, you and Viktor would face it together, with the same passion, intensity, and connection that had just brought you both to your knees.

"Happy Progress Day," he murmured, his voice soft but filled with meaning, his hand still cradling your face as he looked at you like you were the most important invention he'd ever created

You smiled, leaning into his touch, your heart full. "Happy Progress Day, Viktor."

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sim0nril3y · 1 year ago

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Push and Pull

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Civilian!Reader Scenario: Simon opens himself up to some physical intimacy, but it seems like even afterwards he still remains guarded and aloof Note: Set in 2014 Warnings: No mask Simon (It's my personal headcanon in his regular life he probably wouldn't wear it), SMUT SMUT SMUT, oral male receiving, mild angst, Simon being his usual guarded self, canon-typical swearing

Oh god. Fuckinghell. This was happening… Your fingers were so daintily plucking at his belt whilst soft lips pressed open-mouthed kisses against the shallow ‘V’ groves of his lower abdomen. With some assistance you tugged down his jeans and audibly gasped at the outline of his hard cock through his briefs. Simon tried to remain composed as her hot mouth skimmed over the fabric. “Fuck…” Grounding out your name between his grit teeth. Part of him wanted to beg and the other wanted to chastise for teasing him so cruelly.

A tug on his briefs allowed it to spring free causing yet another gasp to find your throat at the sight of his immense uncut cock. His glassy eyes trailed over your flushed features trying so desperately to decipher the look. “You’re huge~” Your voice was barely a whisper but it sent a deep shiver down his spine. There was this need that was building inside of him that he hadn’t felt for such a long time. Simon needed your touch. His cock cried and jumped for your attention.

“Babe, please…” Simon hiccupped out, hands gripping frantically at the material of the sofa cushions. For so long he had been so content with nothing or on the rare occasion his own touch. Simply resigning himself that was all that he was worth, but now with you knelt between his trembling knees. Fuck, he needed you on a deeper level than he had ever experienced. It was confusing, it was arousing but most of it it was fucking terrifying.

The sound of your breathy voice grounded him in that moment. “I got you.” It was sweet and intoxicating. His cock leaked unapologetically against his stomach and a moment later your soft hands wrapped around his cock making his strong hips shoot upwards from muscle memory, those same hands soothingly his hips back into a more relaxed position. “Let me take care of you…” Face beat red and knuckles pale white as his cock leaked and pulsed in the comfort of your fist.

Hardly able to make eye-contact as you worked diligently on his massaging his cock, using his own spend as some type of lube. Rolling back his skin your wet tongue wrapped and lapped at the head of his cock. A choked noise fell from his lips, heart racing in his full chest. Fuckin’ hell. It had been such a long time since he had been cared for so attentively and patiently. Don’t fucking cum right now. Don’t cry. Be a fucking man. He repeated those commands in his head. Christ, the second sunk more of his cock in your throat he practically had to scream those directions in his mind. Keep it together, solider.

“How long has it been, Simon?” His cock removed from your throat you was able to ask a question that lingered in your mind. It didn’t mean your hand stopped jerking his length playfully. “Too long.” Finally, his eyes reopened to find your own. His mouth hung open as you back onto his length. “Gonna be the death of me~” A little laugh around his cock only caused his hips to shoot up higher, maybe giving more of his cock than you were expecting as it followed by a guttural gag. Those dangerous eyes stayed focused on his face the entire time, gaging whether he was appreciating the act or not, it seemed like he was.

“B-babe… fuck… I can’t…” It was all too much. It had just been so long since he had felt this overwhelming pleasure. Typically, he wasn’t a giver or receiver. During a one-night stand Simon would just fuck them and leave, like agreed. No kissing. No head. Minimal touching. This was all entirely different and Simon was just wishing he had wanked in his bathroom before letting you put her lips on him. Rough fingers tangled in your tresses. Finally relinquishing all control over him, Simon began to bob your head up and down on his cock. Throat tight and loud, eyes watery and focused on solely him. “Won’t… last…” It was a warning, if you didn’t want a throat full of cum then back off now, but you stayed firmly between his knees, happily allowing him to use you for pleasure.

At his pinnacle you watched intently as his entirely body went rigid, pushing your head down on his cock and feeling his cum began to flood you throat. For the most part Simon was quiet whilst he climaxed, simply a few grunts and a breathy noise of relief at his end. “Good girl.” A snippet of praise that you had not been expecting. Internally preening at his words, carefully removing yourself from his rapidly deflating cock and wiping your wet mouth with the back of her hand. For a moment you knelt there, running your hands up and down his trembling thighs, rubbing small circles into his flesh hoping that you were giving him some type of comfort at his most vulnerable.

“Do you have any cloths?” The question was hushed as you pushed herself to be standing. In a sleepy drawl Simon explained where to find one. He hadn’t been expecting you to return with a glass of water and a damp cloth. Sinking back down to your knees you spent time cleaning his spent cock, removing his jeans and tugging his briefs back up. “You’re a good girl~” The praise was slurred on his sleepy tongue, eyes practically closed by this point but you accepted it all the same, beaming to yourself as you carefully folded his jeans into a neat square.

That next morning Simon came around to find out it wasn’t just some type of dream his lust-clouded him had made it. No, you were perfectly slotted into his side and his jeans were folded beside him like some present for him to find. In that late morning sunshine Simon allowed himself a few moments to just admire your seeping frame. Curled up into his side like some wonting animal craving love and attention. He took in every inch of your frame, admiring the bones of you but what amused him most of all was that you snored. “Watching me sleep?” A groggy morning voice questioned.

A chuckle rumbled in his throat. “Observing. Assessing.” He offered instead. “You make it sound odd.” Then stroking you hair soothingly. “Want a cuppa?” The question that every Brit wanted to be asked in the morning. You nodded frantically before being moved so delicately so that he could get up and work on that for them. “Milk? Sugar?” Your response of lots of both only made him smirk in response, pulling on his jeans and entering the kitchen.

How the fuck had this all happened? This hadn’t been in is life plans… No, he had envisioned a life of service. That was it. That was all he was good for. Simon was a good solider – No, he was a fantastic solider. He followed ordered well and did what needed to be done for the good of his people. A family, or… whatever you could be considered didn’t have a space in that plan or that future. It was too dangerous. Too many people around him had been hurt or killed because of him. He couldn’t do that to you too.

Tucked up into a comfortable little bundle you sipped at your tea and hummed happily. “I, um… was that okay last night?” Usually full of an unjustified confidence you sounded worried. His brows pinched before he gifted her a small nod. “More than okay.” He assured, not wanting you to think your technique wasn’t good, because fuck it was. “That’s good.” You took another sip of her tea and glanced in his direction again. “Because I’m not sure what you want… or what we’re doing here… like, I know what we are physically doing, but is it just physical or… I don’t know.” Then shaking your head.

Ah, you were feeling a bit uncertain about where they stood. “Without trying to sound like a prick…” Simon sat forward. “I don't think I have a good answer for you...” The other night he knew he didn’t like them blokes talking so vulgarly about you and having you sleep in his arms was… maybe better than getting head from you, but… it couldn’t change his stance on wanting to keep you safe over him being selfish. He could live without a partner, but he simply couldn’t live with her getting hurt, or worse because of him.

“I get that.” The answer came too quick from her, too scared to push him. Your smile was forced and you drunk your much too hot tea way too quickly. “I should probably get going.” Standing up and placing her empty mug down on the coffee table. “You don’t have to leave-“ “I actually have plans.” The words were like you was scolding a young boy and Simon practically recoiled from your snap. “Okay…” He conceded, standing and placing down his own mug. “Do you want a lift home?”

Responding quietly as you gathered together your things you replied. "I'll be fine." And then a moment later you were gone from his door. Fuck, he really had fucked that up, but... but maybe it was for the best. It was for your safety after all. He could live with feeling like a prick if it meant that you were alive and thriving elsewhere.

Masterlist | Ask | 02-09-2023

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rinniessance · 1 year ago

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jujutsu kaisen men and what their cocks are like <3 〳〳ft. satoru gojo, suguru geto, toji fushiguro, kento nanami

꒰ warnings: nsfw - mdni .ᐟ.ᐟ brief mentions of dacraphyllia in satoru's part, tea-bagging, mentions of breeding in toji's part ꒱ ꒰ notes: 2am horny brainrot, enjoy .ᐟ.ᐟ ꒱

SATORU GOJO ༊*·˚

i don't think it needs to be mentioned but that man's cock is BEAUTIFUL. it's not very thick but god it's just the perfect size, maybe even on a bigger side, i would say 7.5 to 8 inches. it's long and slender, and uncut ! ! absolutely enjoys gagging you with his cock, adores the sounds you make when he shoves himself to the hilt until you cry. frustratingly, has really pretty balls too. has a habit of slapping you across your face with his dick while tea-bagging you.

"god, dumb little thing, you look so fucking gorgeous gagged with my balls. wanna keep you like this forever."

has a prominent vein that runs from the base to the tip - you learned to lick it with long, languid swipes of your tongue, noises you are able to pull from satoru by doing it are straight up pornographic.

SUGURU GETO ༊*·˚

suguru is not as long as satoru but he makes it up by having the girth. i'd say he is around 6.5-7 inches, and has a delicious upward curve to him too - not fair because he could honestly mold dildos with how curvy he is when hard. first time you fuck, he asks you to ride him because he is obsessed with watching his thick cock stretch your hole - you try to insist it's too much but he sees how hungrily your pussy sucks him in, sheathing his dick all the way in.

"that's right, princess, ride me. god, i wish you had my view 'cause i tell your pussy is just swallowing me up."

he has a thick head too, thicket than the rest of his cock, so initial intrusion is almost always painfully pleasurable. geto also learns to reach your special spot in embarrassingly short amount of time, hits it with force every time you fuck now.

TOJI FUSHIGURO ༊*·˚

i know it's a well-known fact that toji is hung like a horse. he is both thick and long - at least 10 inches. extremely veiny: when he's inside you, you can feel the walls being caressed by his ridges. it's actually unfair just how good his dick is 'cause he is also blessed with the slight curve when erect - he's always able to hit the spongy spot inside you with the scary precision. he is hell-bent on fucking you raw most of the time, knows it drives you insane when his mushroom tip fucks his cum right into your cervix.

"yes, you love that baby? my little doll loves when i'm fucking her rough and raw, heh? gonna make you a mommy."

always has to prepare the heating pads for you and carry you around the apartment morning after because his cock really rearranges all of the furniture. all around the best dick you'll ever have.

KENTO NANAMI ༊*·˚

i would say kento is somewhere between satoru and suguru - he is around 7 inches, not very thick but has the best curve out of all. when he slides his dick inside you for the first time, you're ready to cum right there and then because he is hitting your spot without even trying. but he's curved downward so he enjoys fucking you probone, pushing hard and fast into you, manhandling just how he wants you from behind.

"you're always so tight for me like this, love. will never get enough of how well you take me."

the head is slightly less thicker than the rest of him but it allows him to always fill you up to the hilt from the very first stroke with minimum resistance.

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dungeon-strugglers · 7 months ago

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✨New item!✨ Coldhand Ring, uncommon (requires attunement)

This iron band is ringed with frost and embedded with milky blue uncut larimar. The hand upon which you wear the ring is pale and ice cold to the touch. The ring has 3 charges, and it regains all expended charges daily at dawn. You can expend 1 charge while wearing the ring to do one of the following options:

Chilling Blow. When you hit a target with an unarmed strike or a melee weapon attack, the target takes an extra 2d6 cold damage and it must make a successful DC 13 Constitution saving throw or it can’t take reactions and its speed is halved until the end of its next turn.

Ice Javelin. When you take the Attack action, if your ring-wearing hand is free, you can replace one of the attacks with a special thrown weapon attack. As part of the attack, you summon a javelin made of ice and throw it at a target that you can see within range. The ice javelin uses the damage die and weapon properties of a typical javelin. Hit or miss, the javelin then explodes. The target of your attack and each creature within 5 feet of it must succeed on a DC 13 Dexterity saving throw or take 2d6 cold damage. If the attack hit, the target has disadvantage on this saving throw.

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denileisariver · 8 months ago

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warnings: dick analysis!, explicit detail of male genitalia, multiple versions of batman ♡, the batman (2022), batman v. superman, batman: arkham knight, comic batman, justice league.

a/n: purely for shits and giggles. if you saw me accidentally post this, no you fucking didn't.

THE BATMAN (2022)

tbh i think he would have an average length. like 6 inches, uncut, not too thick but not skinny either. his dick is prettyyyy. like really fucking pretty. the tip of his cock is a soft pinkish color, darkening slightly when he's hard. the bottom of his tip would form a sort of 'y' shape. this man is pale and so is the shaft of his dick, about #f2dac9. he's not really veiny either, the skin soft and smooth.

as an incluse, he doesn't really have sex, if any at all. he probably masturbates the most out of all the versions of batman. because of this, i feel like his balls would be pretty full, but they're not super big and heavy either. they're definitely really sensitive from not being touched a lot. would hang a bit more on the higher side.

cums so much ♡. like hyperspermia type shit. his seed would probably be a really pigmented white, spurting out in thick ropes. when he cums, the tip of his cock turns a softer red from the blood rush.

he would probably prefer to be nice and tidy, even completely shaven occasionally. but he gets too obsessed with work, and forgets about it sometimes, leaving him with a cute happy trail. his pubic hair never gets really long at all before he's cutting it off.

BATMAN V. SUPERMAN

probably baised but he has a really fat cock. super thick and girthy, the stretch of it 100% hurts a bit during sex. i'd still put him around 6.7 inches, he definitely shows a lot though, so maybe even 7 inches. he's cut too, the tip of his cock would be more mushroom shaped. the base of it would be slightly hyperpigmented, but overall around #e3c2aa. not the most veiny either, but a long thick vein would protrude from it along the shaft.

his balls are big, i don't wanna hear any backtalk. as the divorced husband and without any robins left, he's a fucking loner. he probably still fucks a decent amount, but not as much as people think. his balls would hang more lower. they're not the most sensitive, but he'd appreciate getting them licked or even sucked while receiving head.

his cum would be on the more opaque side, more translucent, the pigment softer in color. he doesn't cum super large amounts, but it definitely isn't small amounts of it either. you probably wouldn't be seeing much of it anyways, since he'd prefer to cum inside any of your holes he can get.

he's more hairy, not really caring much anymore about shaving as he gets older. he's not crazily unkempt, but he would probably hold it off until the hair gets uncomfortable or even if you asked him to.

BATMAN: ARKHAM KNIGHT

he's fucking hung, i don't care what anybody says. easily 8 inches, also cut, the girth of it at the very least 3.5 inches. the tip of his cock might be more on the bigger side, the shape of it also more of a mushroom shape but more pointing upwards instead of round at the top, the bottom of the tip barely having a sort of short 'y' shape.

speaking of things pointing upwards, his cock is definitely curved up a bit, perfect to hit all those extra sensitive spots inside you. the most veiny out of all versions of batman, blame that on his crazy physique. he has protruding veins all over his body, and his cock is no exception. it would start around his pubic bone to the base of his dick, leading towards the shaft and ending closely to his tip. definitely multiple on him too. he's a bit more pale, around #f7edd2.

his balls are fucking heavy, something that's just a given with a cock as big as his. you would be able to feel them slapping against your skin in positions where he's fucking himself into you, as opposed to something like cowgirl. they also hang decently low too.

he can cum large amounts after not having sex in a while, but it probably turns into an average amount if he's having sex regularly. the color is also a more soft pigment but not too translucent.

i would say he would be on the more shaven side, but after playing batman: arkham knight multiple times, there's a conversation available between some thugs that mention this batman is more hairer than clean shaven. he's not the most tidy, probably not the hairiest either, but it's definitely there.

COMIC BATMAN

he's a fucking slut, period. not the biggest, but he knows damn well how to use it, kind of average around 6.5 inches. the tip of it isn't super round, not really pointy either, just sort of in between. he also has a pretty average girth, probably also cut. he would have smaller veins poking out of the shaft, none super long or thick, but they're definitely noticeable. depending on which comic he could either be super pale or sort of tan, but i'd say he's around #fce3d2. his tip is sort of a darker, mute kind of pink.

his balls aren't too big, definitely not small either, they don't hang super low or high. he has the picture perfect image of a nice, pretty cock. as a man-whore, i don't think he would be really sensitive either, but when he's about to orgasm, his dick definitely spasms a lot, the tip of it would become an angry red, and his balls would tighten up like he doesn't fuck a lot, but he definitely does.

he wouldn't cum a crazy lot either, his balls are happily emptied by himself or whoever's hole he's fucking for the week, maybe cums the least out of all the versions of batman, but still a good healthy amount. the color is more pigmented, barely opaque unless it's getting spread around.

since he has sex pretty often, for himself and the sake of his partner, he would keep himself shaven smooth, might even go so far as waxing himself. if he is hairy, it's because he's been working a lot and just doesn't have the time to clean himself up.

JUSTICE LEAGUE

he doesn't give me vibes that he's fucking a lot, but he definitely gives me big pp energy. he's uncut, 7 inches max, kind of curved to the right because of masturbating a lot. despite him having a great physique, i don't think his cock would be really veiny, and if there is, it's probably more around his pubic bone than on his shaft. he'd be more tan in color, around #ba9277. his tip is darker too, maybe a very light maroonish color.

his balls are decently heavy, they don't get emptied too often so they can get pretty big sometimes. for some reason, i also feel like they would have a sort of light hyperpigmentation. they hang on the lower side, but they're just as pretty as any version of batman ♡.

he can cum large amounts, he doesn't really care where either, as long as he can release after being pent up for a decent amount of time. it's also pretty pigmented in color, but due to how much he cums, it can get sort of translucent.

i imagine him more on the hairer side, he works a lot as both personas, and just doesn't really get around to it. if he was expecting to have sex soon, then he would take the time to shave himself up a bit. maybe not completely, but just enough so it isn't as bushy. but if he fucks someone and it's completely spontaneous and unplanned, his hair would definitely be pretty coarse.

a/n: omfg i struggled so bad to post this. i had to rewrite like three times just because it didn't save, on top of accidentally posting it while it was unfinished. i hate it here 🫠. but anyways, i was thinking about this and need all of these versions of batman to run a train on me ♡.

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