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Sorry folks this website REALLY doesn't like my expertly cropped slayer material. Have his flirty eyelashes alone.

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For my 1k follower giveaway on bluesky

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I tried to animate and aaaa it moves!! I also made an account on tiktok, in case if I suddenly have another desire to make animations :>

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Flu induced ballet AU

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Desire.

Full series on Patreon

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Have you fed your vampire today?

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guys I love them so much……

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A toothy smooch for a toothy lad

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first sunlight in 200 years

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Uh, he'd take it pretty well I think.

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Hiii your art is amazing, so evocative! If I may suggest some bloodweave where Astarion is stuck in the shadows so Gale brings him some "sun"light?

Thank you! Here, not post-canon, but rather act 2 where they both suffered through the shadow-cursed lands

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✨Happy New Year! ✨

Full NSFW: Reddit | X | Bluesky

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Yeaaahh twilight reference (again)

while I was drawing I was specifically thinking about this dynamic of A!Astarion and professor Gale. They are so cringe I love them

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ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎

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have you ever tried this one?

and it’s just you ontop of viktor

look, i’m not saying he hasn’t fucked (look at him, he has had partners before but never like you, never someone who puts his pleasure before their own) so when you slide a pillow beneath his hips and make sure he is comfy over everything else, oh how his heart stutters in his chest. Viktor already looks at you like you hold the universe in your hands but as you perch yourself above him, hands braced on either side of his head as you grind your sopping cunt over his cock before sinking down on his aching length, he swears you begin to fade into starlight. the edges of his vision blurs as heat blooms in his stomach, pure indulgent undiluted ecstasy fills his veins and tingles in the tips of his fingers. mans is TRANSFIXED on the sight before him as your hips begin to move, slick dripping down your thighs in pearls of opalescent blue in the lowlight of the hexcore (the cot that had been set up in the corner of the lab for when he is too tired to go back to his room has been getting a little more action that it had originally been intended for) Viktor has no idea where to put his hands, what to grab or how hard to hold so you guide his hands to your hips, squeezing his fingers beneath your own before settling your palms on his chest. his heart thumps beneath your skin in a steady rhythm, his breaths shallow as his body adjusts to pleasure coursing through his veins.

“are you okay? nothing hurts?” you’re quick to check in, brows furrowed as your eyes slip down the pillow beneath his hips.

he nods, pushing his head back into the plush cushions as you tense your muscles, squeezing him so deliciously tight he might pass out.

“don’t worry about me, love. just-“ words fail him as his breathing turns ragged, your hips grinding in slow circles above his. “fuck…i-“

Viktor has always been quick of wit, a retort poised on the tip of his tongue at all times but as you begin to drag your hips up and down, cunt sliding over his pulsing cock in slow strokes that has his jaw slackening and eyes rolling, the concept of language leaves him entirely. for a moment it’s as if it is his first time all over again. awkward hands and quick breaths, unable to tear his eyes away from your perfect form as you bounce and grind above him. it’s cute, how innocent he looks beneath you, how bright his cheeks blaze, how red his lips bloom as he bites on the flesh.

“you’ve never done this?” your question is breathless, cheat tightening as the angle has your stomach twisting.

Viktor shakes his head, afraid that if he opens his mouth it would be nothing but whimpers and moans.

“do you feel good?”

another wordless answer in the form of a nod and he thinks he has retained some sense of dignity for the time being, but as you tense your muscles again, his mouth opens and his answer is a whimper.

your body stills above him as your brain registers the sound that has just spilt from your lover’s mouth.

“did you just- was that-?”

“shut up. This is a new thing for me,” Viktor grumbles but he can’t stop the grin that has spread over his cheeks. his hand reaches for your, wrapping around the nape of your neck to pull your face to his. “no one’s ever treated me like this. I can’t expect to know how I might react.”

a/n: pls be nice this is my first arcane fic i just love viktor so much gimmie a hair tie, a pillow for his hips and five minutes i’ll show piltover the real arcane

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Hi hi hi!! I legit JUST started Arcane and I saw you wanted some Viktor requests, so I was wondering if you could write something that’s reader insert, and the reader is trying to get Viktor to take a break, so they a resorting to smothering him in kisses 🤭

Sorry this is so late and so short, I hope you enjoy anyway <3 wc: 816

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It isn’t as quiet in the lab after hours as you’d expect, you’ve come to realize in the past few months. There isn’t nearly as much chatter or foot traffic as there is during office hours, for obvious reasons, but the monotonous hum of electricity, the whirring of electric cooling systems and occasional burble of liquid ones have become something like white noise to you by now, with how much time you spend in your cozy, makeshift corner of the lab.

By this hour, most of the academy is asleep or getting there. But not you, and certainly not your Viktor. The tousled mess of his hair is just barely visible over the spine of your book, and you listen to him sigh for the umpteenth time in the past hour before muttering to himself in a language you’ve yet to quite understand.

With a small sigh of your own, you close your book after marking your page, stretching your arms overhead with a quiet grunt before rising to your feet. He doesn’t turn to look at you as you cross the short distance to stand behind him, and startles rather violently when you place your hands on his shoulders before sliding them down his chest.

“You scared me.” He chuckles softly, palms covering the backs of your hands and rubbing sweet lines into the skin of your wrists with his thumbs. You can feel the tension in his shoulders ebb little by little as you kiss your way from his collar to the underside of his jaw, and he tilts his head ever so slightly to allow you more access to the pale column of his throat.

“Sorry.” It’s half-hearted and hummed into the side of his larynx as you press your lips to his pulse point, teeth barely grazing the delicate skin there when you smile at the way he shudders.

With a frustrated huff, he spins in his chair to face you, taking your hips in his hands and glaring playfully up at your smug grin. “Must you be such a distraction?”

“When you’re still sat here despite it being several hours past the end of your work day?” You start sarcastically, letting him guide you to stand between his legs, “I should think so.”

He sighs at you, and you know you likely won’t get very far convincing him if you don’t find a way to coax him out of the lab. Cradling his face in your palms, you dip down slowly, watching him abandon his annoyed act in favour of staring at your lips. You pause just as your bottom lip ghosts over his cupid’s bow, angling your face slightly to press the tip of your nose into the side of his. His breath fans over your mouth, easy breaths warming your skin. Ever impatient, you feel one of his hands slide up to the nape of your neck, giving the flesh there an affectionate squeeze as he pulls you closer, kissing you tenderly. You indulge him, until he nips at your bottom lip, a silent request to taste you. Pulling back just enough to speak, you feel his confusion in the way his thumb caresses the soft palette behind your ear, always concerned with your well being.

“Come to bed.” You whisper before he can ask why you pulled away. Confliction paints itself blatantly over his features, and you know with just a little more persuasion, you’ll have him.

“Ten more minutes.” You kiss him again, softly and suddenly, and his hand slides from your neck to your cheek.

“Five-.” He breaks away to reason, only to receive his ‘not good enough’ by way of another kiss. Finally, he chuckles through his nose, his laughter puffing rhythmically over the apple of your cheek. You pull back, and he huffs dramatically, “Ugh, fine, you win.”

Triumphant, you grin at your victory, leaning down to pepper his face with kisses.

“Okay, alright-!” He laughs, catching your face between his hands and kissing you properly before pulling back, smiling with a tired softness, “To bed with both of us, hm?”

“Finally.” You reply dramatically as you step out of his embrace to grab your bag as he stands.

“Oh, enough with your sass.” He replies, knocking your ankle lightly with the tip of his cane, “I could very easily change my mind.”

“Mhm.” You hum disbelievingly as you watch him continue to pack up his things. He shoots you a look out of the corner of his eye that quickly turns into an eye roll when you pucker your lips and make comical mwah sound at him.

“Hush.” He chuckles, slipping into his coat and slinging his bag over his shoulder before offering you his arm. You hook your elbow around his gladly, making your way out of the lab towards some much, much needed rest.