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do you know what you have done to me?

thank you for requesting but also this has caused irreversible damage

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Hi hello please ask me for my empires Joel lore and I will pull out an essay [or check my twitter where the essay is posted]

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'your hands are so big' - Murasakibara Atsushi x Reader

nsfw // 18+ content

Murasakibara watched in a drunken haze as you put the palm of your hand against his, his cold hands absorbing the warmth that radiated off your skin. He could feel the tips of your fingers barely touching he top of his palm, and he loved it. He loved getting you in scenarios like this, scenarios where the difference between the two of you was visible; only to hear you say those words.

"You're so big!"

He had heard that phrase all this life, from many people. This family, his coaches, even the girls who would try to flirt with him. His height and size was his defining feature, you'd have to be blind to not acknowledge it. He got used to the praise, whether it be from a girl thanking him for getting something off a high shelf or the newspapers and tv reporters. He had become numb to those words; they meant nothing to him. It was obvious, a fact even.

But hearing you say those words for the first time woke some kind of feeling in him. Maybe it was because of the fact that he had the biggest crush on you - since middle school - or maybe just the way you said it. The sheer, genuine surprise in your voice; that toxically sweet voice, or the way you would phrase it. It would always make him flustered.

You were average height for girls your age, which was considerably short compared to him. Though he took great pride in his height, whenever he was around you he felt like an alien. The height difference was very apparent, and his sheer size made him scared to be around you. With that size came a lot of strength, some of which he couldn't control. He was sacred to hurt you, especially accidentally. It was a reason why he kept a good amount of distance from you.

He never brought up his height in the conversations you had, which you caught onto and did as well; you assumed it was something he wasn't comfortable talking about. But the truth was far from that.

The truth was his dick twitched every time you complimented his height or size. He noticed it the summer before high school when you thanked his height for providing you shelter from the blazing sun. Blood began to rush to his cheeks and - other places - as he rolled his eyes and looked away. He brushed off the incident, thinking it was a one-time thing. But later that night, when he had locked himself in his room with his laptop open to some questionable website with his pants down. - nothing seemed to catch his interest. Nothing made his soldier stand up to salute. Then he remembered what you had said; the look on your face, the giggle that followed.

"I love that you're so huge!"

Blood began to rush - down there- and he found himself replaying that moment over and over again as he stroked himself; closing his eyes and imagining you on top of him - saying the same thing as you slowly sat down-

He felt very guilty afterward, but it was the best release he had in his life. Thinking about that, about you.

He subtly began to bring up his height in conversations, often teasing you for being so small. Gradually closing the distance he had put between the both of you. He wasn't afraid anymore.

Him comparing his hand with yours became a regular occurrence. He loved to think about your tiny hands on his dick, struggling to grab all of it, even with both hands.

You were saying something to him, probably recounting your day ... or something. Murasakibara was too lost in thought to pay attention. The image of you underneath him, whimpering and moaning as he slowly fit all of his length in you, the tears running down your face as you struggling to adjust; how he would love to lean down and wipe your tears away, tell you how much of a good girl you were - 'taking all of me in you'- imagining the praises that roll of your plump lips, telling him how big he is, how good he feels in you, how you like that he's so big-

"Are you even listening?"

He snaps back into reality and looks at you. The hint of annoyance on your face. Murasakibara noted how cute you looked when you were mad at him.

"I promised to study with my friend for my math test," you began as you stood up from the table you both sat at. "I'll see you later," and with that, you were off; leaving Murasakibara with a task he needed to take care of in the bathroom stall furthest from the door.

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@cocobutterbaby ; i think you asked me to tag u lol

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— 𝐈’𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞, 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭? 𝐢𝐢

✦ breeding their beloved god (yandere sagau!) feat. itto, diluc, scaramouche, ayato

✦ warning: smut, 18+ content, minors do not interact

✦ disclaimer: afab!reader with no set pronouns, everything is consensual, religious/cult themes breeding kink, creampies, yandere tendencies,  monsterfucking adjacent (itto), size kink (itto), cumflation (itto), dick piercing (itto), semi-public (diluc and ayato), power play (scaramouche), cockwarming (scaramouche), sadist (scaramouche), kinda hate sex (scaramouche), bath sex (ayato), dumbification (ayato), overstimulation (ayato), implied degradation (ayato and scaramouche), unedited

Itto is probably the acolyte that most recently discovered you. Growing up, he wasn’t all that interested in the Creator, after all—what Creator would have people throw beans at him of all things? It wasn’t until recently, seeing your face in person when the Shogun introduced you to her land, that he realized he had been wrong this whole time and he will do nothing to stop atoning for his prior disbelief.

Whenever he would see you out, he managed to find you thanks to the rest of the Arataki clan, regardless of which high official you were with. This has granted many enemies he knows of, like Sara, to enemies he doesn’t realize like Ayato. Still, telling jokes and eating his favorite snacks with you is what he absolutely lives for. He is your obedient oni willing to go to jail time and time again if that means he can see your smile.

He could feel his heart thumping in his chest, cock pulsating and throbbing as he gulps to try to soothe his dry throat when your legs are splayed out to him—in the shabby, crackling shack he calls his home. He continuously swirls his tongue in his mouth, etching every sweet taste of your cunt in your memories before finally trying to push the tip of his cock inside of you.

Itto feared you would despise the inhuman curves and ridges of his cock, but you simply grabbed onto the sheets of the futon as he struggled to push his fat cock inside of you. He tries kissing every tear that drips from your eyes, feeling his stretch you out further and further as he pushes his way inside of you—the bulb of his length firmly nudging against your cervix wishing nothing more to push even further inside—body shivering from the cold metal from his Prince Albert piercing.

And even though he can’t fit, you’re shocked to feel your legs hooked on his arms as he proceeded to jam his cock inside of you over and over sharp teeth gazing over your neck. Even the oni teared up feeling your insides cave in, squeezing tight against his ridged cock. He can finally repent for being a disbeliever as you cry out his name repeatedly feeling him graze over the most sensitive parts inside of you.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head feeling his heavy balls empty themselves inside of you, a thick river of cum already beginning to stream down onto the damaged wood. Setting you down, he could only laugh patting the bulge in your belly—pressing it down to watch more of his cum drooling out of you.

Maybe if you accept his repentance, onis could truly be loved as you do him.

Diluc was motionless when he realized you were his beloved God. He remembered going to church with his father when he was young, hearing the gospel and the glories you brought to them. Those stories were the only thing giving him hope, like a lone flame in his life of darkness once he lost his loved ones. And here you are, confused, and oh so innocent from the atrocities of this world.

He was the one you would stay with at Dawn Winery as he made it a mission to make you feel like absolute royalty—the uncrowned King of Mondstadt wouldn’t have it any other way. Some of his favorite things to do were listen to your day as the two of you ate dinner. Hearing your stories of exploring the manor and asking about his past, always made the usually brudish man smile…that is until he began hearing that others, like that bard and his cursed brother, visit you.

He hated how quiet he would get after that, sipping his grape juice and pondering how he could deter anyone from ruining the sanctuary he’s made here with you, the heaven that he rightfully deserves after years of suffering. 

Dinners became much more interesting when his fingers plunged inside of you, as your body lay out on the luxurious grand table. His digits exited out of you, coated with your slick before he unbuckled his pants and pressed his tip along your folds—slowly entering inside of you. His eyes could only widen in delight as you pulled him closer to you, your legs wrapped around his hips to bring him closer and cock plunging itself inside of you. 

He didn’t care if his staff saw. He didn’t care if his regional God even walked in. All he cared about was connecting your soft lips against his, rutting into you like a madman and savoring the heaven you had given him. 

He could hear your muffled moans against your lips as his hands woved themselves with yours, placing them high above you on the table. He continuously ground himself against your aching clit, feeling your gummy walls flutter themselves against him. Even as his hips bucked, hot cum spurting out inside of you, he finally parted your lips—a string of saliva connecting you two—before brushing his lips against your nape. 

Please let him have more time in Eden, with his beloved. That’s all he asks for.

Why should he worship you, the Creator when all of his life has been suffering? Seeing you in person rattled the puppet, his body trembling in anger. Why are you looking at him in adoration? Weren’t you the reason why he could never have a heart, why one of your devolved followers, Raiden Ei abandoned him like a toy? As much as he hated to admit it, he so desperately wanted that look of want that you gave him.

Still, Scaramouche tried to avoid you left and right, but he always managed to come back eventually. He tried pushing you away with yours instead but seeing tears threaten your eyes was enough for him to succumb and apologize, holding you tight in his arms. He hated you…but he loved and craved you. How did this make sense? Maybe he was truly a faulty creation.

From this point on, Scaramouche began to travel with you claiming he was simply “protecting the creator” in an attempt to understand his feelings for you further. He couldn’t help but be irked seeing everyone worship and praise you or even seduce you. Wasn’t his feelings for you enough? Couldn’t you just be satisfied with that?

The frown on his face always curved into a smirk as you clung tightly to him, cock buried inside of you as the Ballader mockingly patted your back. Something was so thrilling to have the object of everyone’s admiration struggle not to cum by his orders. He could only shush you with a cruel smirk, feeling your inside clutch and try sucking him in further.

He pinched your cheek, causing a whine to erupt from you before snapping his hips up causing you to yelp. It was so utterly adorable to him, watching your lip quiver as he ground you against him trying to encourage him to finally plow inside of you. He chuckled, hand weaving around to pitch your throbbing clit instead, pulling on it as you cried out for him again before rubbing tender circles on it as your slick stained his fingers.

Suffer a little more, before he’s ready for you. It’s what you deserve for what you put himself through. Come on, tell him that he’s your favorite little doll already.

It was mere child’s play to convince the Shogun to let you stay at the Kamisato residence, after all, he and his little sister had proven time and time again how loyal they were to you. There was something about walking you through the halls of his estate, your timid smile trying to convince him there was a mistake about you being God was enough to almost let his inner mind slip just how cute and small you were to him.

Ayato knows better, studying who the Creator was and how to best serve them, but he couldn’t help but want to test theorize for himself—test if you were truly worthy of his worship. Seeing you pass every trial with a determined smile, made his heart truly flutter in adoration. He, out of everyone, knew it would be a matter of time before you got a concubine from the endless list of your devoted followers. So he was determined to be the one to seduce you first. 

It was rather easy getting you flustered. Simple touches here and there. Leaning in close to see if you’d finally close the gap between you two. Things were much slower than he would’ve liked, but he wasn’t sure what else he could do. Even as he sits in the hot spring baths, all he could do is sigh continuously strategizing before he heard the doors open.

Everyone knows this is the time the lord takes his bath, it’s in his schedule. When lavender eyes made your gaze, his lips could only curl up into a smirk. He would finally reap the benefits of this long political game he had set out to win.

Having yourself pinned against him, the warm, very shallow swatters of the bath—clit burning in overstimulation for his fingers continuously toying with it no matter how many times your body came in pleasure. His cock thrust inside of you rapidly, your legs propped up on his wide shoulders letting him rut even deeper inside of you.

He couldn’t help whispering how it was unbecoming of a god to cave into their lust as you did, but he would continue worshipping you despite your falls feeling your walls tighten, and back arch as you came yet again from him. Finally letting a groan out and cum inside of you, cock pulsating inside of you as it finally became to soften. 

A dark chuckle escaped him, pressing his thumb against your glossy lips, wiping the drool threatening to drip down. 

Aww how cute. It seems his precious God forgot their name.

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what if i just make things up? just so i can break my own heart. how would you feel?

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Desires

Scribe!Haitham has an interaction with you(Gn!Librarian!Reader) that ends up with him seeing your panties, and he goes to his office across the library to relieve himself.

(CW: Jerking off, a little bit of exhibitionism (you can’t see him, he can see you), reader climbs up a ladder and Haitham sees their panties, usage of sir, reader is wearing panties and a skirt)

Working in the Akademiya as a librarian had plenty of benefits. For one, you were respected amongst the people of Sumeru not only because you worked for their proudest attribute, but because you graduated from there too. Many people knew you, and recognized you in the streets whenever you went out. Your co-workers were the pleasant type of people that anyone could get along with (thankfully). However, you had one perk of being a librarian that couldn’t be topped.

Seeing the General Scribe almost every day.

He had plenty of work to do most of the time, often going straight through the library to his office room across the hallway, but it didn’t stop you from stumbling in your shelf work whenever you glanced up to see his toned body strut across the room. Too many nights you had spent up late, thinking about all the unholy things he could do to you, and too many nights you went to sleep restless because only he could really satisfy you. Occasionally during work hours, if you were lucky, he would ask you where some obscure book was of sorts, and then you both got to talking about it. Today was one of those wonderful days.

“(Y/N), how have you been?”

Your head popped up from behind a desk full of books from some student that had been studying previously that night, glancing around for whom you hoped had called your name. Your eyes met his piercing green ones from across the table and you smiled.

“Oh, I’ve been alright, Sir Haitham! And you?” You clasped your hands in front of you shyly.

“You know, the same. Nothing to report as usual. Do you happen to know where Ancient Eremite Customs Volume XII is?”

Your heart dropped a little as he revealed the nature of your exchange, just needing a book again. If only he talked to you simply to… talk to you. But someone with such an important job as General Scribe probably didn’t have time for someone such as a librarian.

“Uhm, I-I’m not quite sure, let me check.” You answered. You walked briskly to the index in the middle of the room, flipping through the pages and, eventually, spotting the location of the book. Returning to Haitham, you informed him you found the book.

“It’s in section 1C row three, i can grab it for you.”

“Oh, no, that’s alright, I can get it. I just needed to know where it was.” He headed for the ladder, but you stopped him.

“You should know, of all people, that only the librarians can use the ladders. It would be a big hazard if just anyone could go up these.” You gestures toward the tall ladder.

“Fine, fine. Just don’t fall, M’kay?” You nodded as you began to ascend. You counted on your muscle memory to keep you upright as the interaction had your mind fuzzy.

What you didn’t count on was Haitham, below you, getting one of the nicest views of his life. Did you choose to wear such a cute but revealing skirt that day just to tease him? He knew such a busy person as a librarian wouldn’t have time for someone like him, but your lace panties were testing his resolve. He tried to tear his eyes off of the sight above him, feeling himself get hard. Did you know that pastel green was one of his favorite colors to see on someone? Surely you didn’t know what you were doing to him, right? The innocence wasn’t an act?

You climbed the ladder swiftly, all attention on getting the book for Haitham and not on the breeze greeting your regions. Maybe if you retrieved the book quickly, you would have time to speak with him just about… things. Your trip up and down the ladder was record worthy, but not fast enough to not affect the man who you were now handing the book too.

“Here you go, Haitham, Sir. What did you need the book for?” Your eyes gazed into his as his dazed expression snapped back to life.

“Uh, Oh, I-Uh, Thanks.” He stumbled, almost dropping the book before scurrying off like a guilty pet to his office. He didn’t realize he hadn’t answered your question until he had thrown the book onto his desk and sat down, hands running through his hair. He was glad the glass door was mostly translucent, unable to see movement on either side unless one was right next to it. This was safe if only for a few spots here and there of actual glass, for architectural design. Through these he could barely see your confused expression from across the library, your knitted eyebrows making his mind race. He wondered, what other expressions could he glean from that pretty face of yours? His pants felt tighter by the minute.

You, on the other hand, felt very brushed aside. So, as you always do when you’re sad, you got to work putting away the books that you were working on before. Soon enough the interaction from before was a small speck in your mind as you began with the ladder once again.

Within his office, Haitham threw his head back as he released himself from his confinements below, his cock springing free. The cool air rushed to greet him and he fisted himself lazily. No matter how much someone wanted to, they’d have to be pretty obvious if they were watching him or even wanted to know what he was doing. Haitham, in his desperation for some release, knew that he would be safe enough to jerk one out before he got to work. His eyes were glued on you through the clear glass as you worked. You, oblivious to the man across the room thirsting after you in his office, continued to shelf efficiently. His eyes traveled all across your body as you worked. He wished he could rip your skirt and panties off of you right that instant. His hand began working faster as he remembered the view from earlier, and he hoped he would get to see it again. His shirt, held up by his teeth, revealed his abs contracting and relaxing as his breathing became more uneven the more he thought of all he could do to you. He leaned back on his chair, continuing to get off on the image of you from before and seeing you in the distance from his window. His eyes closed as he sped up, throwing his head back again, chasing his high.

“F-Fuck, (Y/N)…” He moaned out lazily. He felt his balls contract as he climaxed, shooting his cum all over his desk as he imagined what you would look like bent over it, begging for him to cum. How your quivering figure would look all fucked out beneath him. A thin layer of sweat coated his figure. As he shot his last rope, he heard someone open the door.

“Did… did you call for me, Haitham Sir?” You spoke as you opened the door, “Are you alright?” Your wide eyes met with the scene in front of you, and you watched as his pupils darkened. He motioned for you to walk over.

“I sure fuckin’ will be the second you get over here,” He growled.

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Currently thinking puppy!boy Thoma who’s so eager to please you 😩 who’d eat you out until you cum multiple times, maybe even squirt… and when he’s pounding you from behind, looking all red faces and begging you for permission to cum after you just came, he’d push his thick knot into your still twitching cunt, and whimper, feeling so satisfied that his knot and cum are safe deep in your pussy

Honestly I was thinking about fox!boys and puppy!boys in general while writing this, and realized I don’t think I ever sent an ask to you about puppy!boy Thoma

puppyboy!thoma is a service top <3 he'd do literally everything to please you, to make you feel good, to make you feel like the absolute goddess that you are <3

f!reader, smut, hybrids, breeding kink, knotting, mentions of cervix fucking and thoma is a service top but it's still you who hold the upper hand <3

just imagine the poor puppy all red faced as he desperately mounts you from behind and is thrusting with reckless abandon, drool leaking down his chin as he makes the cutest, most desperate noises. yes he may be on top of you, pounding his fat cock into your pussy until there's a white ring around his dick but it's still you who's in charge, it's still you who's really in control.

imagine commanding your puppy in between moans of pleasure, telling him to 'go slower, go faster, not so hard puppy or you'll cum too soon~'

when you hear the desperate high-pitched whine from behind you and the pleas of 'p-please mistress! i-i can't go longe-nghh! please let me knot you, fill you, breed 'n give you my puppies! ah~!'

it's only then that you decide that enough torture for your poor pup, he gave you four orgasms already, it's only fair that you return the favor and let his finally knot you~

after hearing your permission thoma abandoned all rules and his rational thinking flew right out of the window as he plastered himself to your back, wrapping his arms under your bulging belly and with a few short, powerful thrusts he let out a long howl when he felt his knot slip past the tight entrance of your pussy, effectively plugging you and not letting even a drop of his virile seed slip out.

you couldn't help but moan and drool at the feeling of the fat twitching tip of his cock nudging against your cervix, the steady stream of hot cum shooting inside and painting your overstimulated walls white. you smiled tiredly at the thought of you loyal puppy accomplishing his goal of breeding you with his litter.

but for now you two rest in the pillowy nest your boyfriend made for you two in his room, laying on your sides for the next hour or so until thoma's knot goes down. but for now the two of you relish in the warm closeness of your bodies and the love brewing potently between you <3

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+ f!reader. dubcon. reader is a big fucking tease and zhongli is feral. dacryphilia. fingering. exhibitionism— kinda. not proofread. minors do not interact.

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it was supposed to be a peaceful night strolling away from the buzz of liyue harbor. a walk that you have brought up a million times over before zhongli while batting your eyelashes to urge a simple nod from the normally stern man.

but when you whispered how you’re naked underneath your silk skirt while trekking up the hills, you never would’ve expected the desire on his face to make your pussy ache as it did. and the first time zhongli touched you, all hands that ever did failed to come close.

you don’t think your cunt has been fingered that hard and rough before— your legs fluttering erratically until zhongli has to hold you down by pressing a hand on your stomach. until your pussy is covered in slick and your eyes in tears. until you’re crawling away because it’s too much, only for him to tug you back by your ankles.

“don’t run,” he whispers into the night, putting back two fingers in your cunt to stuff your walls again. “you did this to yourself, didn’t you? now you’re crying, but your tears only spur me on.”

you tell yourself it’s a trick of the scant light provided by the moon because when zhongli pulled his breaches down to his hips, a huge cock healthily and excitedly bounced in front of you.

“touch it and decide if it’s going to fit,” he says, the darkness in his eyes slowly growing luminescent in pure desire, “or else you want me to make it fit.”

even with a wet pussy, zhongli has to take his time inching forward inside your gummy walls. his cock struggled against your slabbering hole— despite the fingering and the clit rubbing and the numerous orgasms.

when he started to pound you— balls clapping with full grunts echoing from him— tears streamed down your face again. the sight clouded zhongli’s thoughts. never in his six thousand years has he ever fucked a pussy as tight and as pretty as yours.

trust him when he says he did his hardest to restrain himself from shoving his needy cock in your irresistible cunt whenever you flutter your eyelashes at him, or bite your lip when you talk, or when you pretend to trip and fall on his chest.

he knows that once he’s tasted a piece of your cunt, it would be too late to turn back. and he’s right. the fact only made his stomach whirl in desire and his balls to tauten until he’s blabbering words about how he’d fuck you every day, eat your cunt in the quiet rooms of the funeral parlor, and fill your insides with his hot cum. words that he wouldn’t have said if he wasn’t so pussydrunk.

“zhongli…!” you sobbed, watching your pussy as it warms his long and huge shaft. “zhongli… slow down…!”

“rex,” he grits, ramming his cock in even harder, “rex lapis. it’s my name.”

you’re too delirious to care if it’s true or not. but what’s been left of your wits tells you that of course, he’s rex lapis— because only a god can fuck your pretty pussy like how it deserved to be fucked. only a god can blow and dam up your cunt with cum until white strings ooze from your hole down the grassy earth where he fucked you dumb and senseless.

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by 8kh. + masterlist.

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what if i just make things up? just so i can break my own heart. how would you feel?

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𝗔𝗪𝗞𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗗 𝗦𝗘𝗫 𝗠𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗦 !

˖˚˳⊹ awkward sex moments feat. xiao : albedo : childe : kaeya : diluc : kazuha : gorou : venti x fem! reader

˖˚˳⊹ warnings: nsfw : crack

xiao, who was so confused at first. Like, he couldn't get his cock inside of you and thought something was wrong with him. Fisted himself in front of your eagerly waiting hole, even resorted back in eating you out so you‘re nicely wet for him but in the end nothing worked, not even when he used his fingers to spread you open. Please! reassure and tell him that things like that happen more often than he would think they do. Will literally spiral back into saying he's a burden or a failure, —but don't worry—, just motion him to lay back and calm himself down while you're climbing on top of him, rubbing his flushed tip over your wet folds to collect your juices as a natural lubricant and slowly lower your body. The next expression on xiao's face isn't a sad one but rather a combination of desire and passion. <3

albedo, who wanted to try something new! read about it in a book he found on lisa‘s desk. He would lie if he said he wasn't excited because he always wanted to make sure you aren't getting bored in your relationship. Bought a bunch of ropes and a weird leather whip. Got the whole population of mondstadt confused and fucking weirded out because he was walking around with those newly purchased things in his hands, —literally like it‘s the most normal thing ever—. Sad part though, once he got home he was completely overwhelmed and didn‘t know how to use any of them since he had to return the book to the library before lisa‘d catch him for taking it in the first place. Thank the archons you took the lead from there and tied his hands against the headboard, tracing your fingers over his stomach to hook them up under the waistband of his boxers. Dating albedo is a lot, but it‘s not boring, that you‘re certain of.

childe, who got a cramp while fucking you silly but didn‘t want to stop because it might look like he‘s weak, —muscles painfully tightening with every thrust forward—. He knew you were about to cum and he himself was feeling his climax approach as well. Literally fucked you through his cramp but in the end it was too overwhelming for him, almost had some tears in his eyes. It was a combination of both the pain in his thigh and the pleasure that you inflicted on him that made him pull out in the end and hiss hard against his clenched teeth. Will collapse like a little baby next to you and whine out in a crying tone, you‘re obviously confused but once he‘s chanting, "a cramp a cramp." you couldn‘t help it but crack up, not even being mad that you just lost your orgasm.

kaeya, who was way too into it, his thrusts developing harsher, pounding into your sweet cunt as if it was his last time fucking you. —Didn‘t know how exactly he got so horny for you tonight—, maybe it was the pent up frustration in him but he just needed to cum inside of your pussy fast. Literally forgot his strength for a second when he pushed you closer to the headboard, grinding his cock into your cunt to make you squirm but what his ears were listening too weren‘t happy noises. Also witnessed a rather intriguing noise, —that sounded like someone ran into a door—, he was more than confused now. "Ah kaeya!" your whining alerted him in the end, gaze falling down to your body that rubbed your head angrily. Did he just really smack your head against the headboard with all of his might? yes, yes he did. Is he still balls deep inside of you while comforting and rubbing your scalp? yes, yes he is.

diluc, who's a little romantic, as we all know by now. <3 wanted to do something good for you, it was important to him to show you just how much you mean to him! placed rose petals all over the bed and lit up some candles for a good atmosphere. For him, it's all about showing you his love and adoration in an utmost beautiful way. He had you spread open on the bed, legs lazily thrown over his shoulders and fucking you hard into the mattress, going in on a newfound relentless pace. Diluc was on cloud nine, attempting to loop his arms over your head to kiss you passionately but accidentally slapped the lit up candle —which was still lighting bright on the nightstand for that gOoD aTmOspHeRe—and almost burned down the whole house. so passionate diluc! <3

kazuha, who was balls deep inside of your tight cunt, grinding his hard cock and arching his back whenever you'd unintentionally clench around him. He's so close, buried deep inside of your pussy, face nuzzling into the crook of your neck and taking in your addicting scent, he could practically feel his orgasm on top of his tongue when suddenly, "oh?" a mysterious voice approaching forward, "oh, sorry lovebirds." the both of you were quick to cover yourself with a blanket as no other than beidou herself leaned onto the doorframe. Worst thing wasn't that the both of you lost your orgasm but the embarrassment you felt while you were still stuffed full with kazuha's cock. Next thing was that you had to face beidou again after the both of you were done, face heating up while she was just laughing along. <3

gorou, who's eating you out like it's his last meal right now. His tongue pushing over your fluttering hole, prodding his wet muscle against it to tease you before licking a straight line over your pussy again. He was so confident in his abilities and adored it whenever you were vocal with him. But once he heard you giggle and hold back your laughter, he was more than confused. "Your ears." you're dying at this point, barely able to breathe and tears blurring your vision, "it tickles, your ears." gorou just bursted out laughing himself but rather embarrassingly, —his cheeks red now—, wiggling his furry ears involuntarily which made you crack up harder. Because the truth was that whenever gorou felt embarrassed he‘d wiggle both his tail and his ears at the same time, meaning the situation at hand was almost unsolvable.

venti, who wanted to have drunk sex but tripped over the second the both of you stumbled into the bedroom. Played it off immediately, got up and resumed in making out with you further, it was more teeth and tongue than anything and you could still taste the alcohol residue from his "little drink adventure" prior. He'd lay you onto the bed and get rid of your clothes in an instant, —was just way too horny tonight—, hastily throwing them on the floor and not giving a fuck. Everything seemed good at first but there was just a little problem because he couldn't get hard all of a sudden. Yes. you read that correctly. Literally fisted his soft cock in front of your pussy, spit on your cunt and rubbed it all over your folds but nothing worked. Fell asleep on top of you five minutes later.

(itto : heizou : ayato version)

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genshin men masturbating to you

feat. zhongli, kaeya, scaramouche, thoma, albedo

warning: smut, 18+ content, minors do not interact

disclaimer: afab!reader with no set pronouns, male masturbation, fantasies, monsterfucking adjacent (zhongli), breeding (zhongli), creampie (zhongli),  dacryphila (kaeya), semi-public sex (kaeya, scaramouche), blowjob (scaramouche), implied face-fucking (scaramouche), pantyjob (thoma), reader wears lacy panties (thoma), dry humping (albedo), established relationships, unedited

As human as Zhongli wants to perceive himself after freeing his binds as the archon of Liyue, his old draconic tendencies always seem to creep up when he least suspects it. Sipping green tea and admiring the springtime air in his home, his golden diamond pupils shrunk into slits as a ravenous hunger took over him. 

Clicking his tongue in frustration he would place his tea down, looking down into his slacks noticing the prominent bulge threatening to break out. With a shaky sigh, Zhongli’s unbuttoned his pants, letting his heavy cock spring up to his stomach. With a tight grip, the once composed man couldn’t help but pump himself out in the open in your living room; his eyes shut tight thinking about how tight your cunt would be struggling to take him in. How it would stretch with you babbling out, legs tightening against his waist.

Oh, how he wishes he could sill you up to the brim, watching his cum leak out of you like the various rivers he admires daily. He wants to taste you, to feel you, to breed you.

Thick ropes of cum would shoot up, some managing to mark his sweaty face in his shame. He could only glare down at his cock, refusing to go back down. His fantasies and imaginations are enough to satiate the beast within him. Sucking in his breath with a growl, he went back to stroking his cock again.

Hopefully, you would be home soon to help fulfill some of your spousely duties. 

A dramatic sigh escaped from Kaeya’s lips, star-lit lilac eyes gazing up from the ceiling. He was so unbelievably bored stuck in his office all day doing various paperwork the Acting Grandmaster wished of him by the end of his shift. 

Kaeya’s mind could only wander to you, wondering just what you were up to. It was about noon now, were you working and out and about? Perhaps, still in bed recovering from last night? A smirk fell on his lips reminiscing on all the sinful things he did to you—he wouldn’t blame you if you were trying to take it easy today.

His hand wandered down to his cock, palming it with a moan as lust and urge to see you again reignited. He shimmied down his tight pants, letting his cold hands begin to play with his tanned cock. Laughter mixed with airy moans came from him, wishing nothing more to be in that moment with you again—tears pricking your eyes as his cock ravishingly thrust into you over and over again.  

Hearing a knock on the door, Kaeya shielded his mouth as his hot white cum spurted out of his tip, staining his left hand and under the desk. He cleared his throat and urged the person knocking to come in, pulling his pants back up.

Seeing you smile out towards him, lunch in your hands, made Kaeya’s heart lurch in surprise and lust. It’s a shame the lunch you made for him will be abandoned as food can’t satisfy the hunger he has for you right now. 

Scaramouche banged his fist down on his wooden desk as his men immediately rushed out. He loudly scoffed, pressing a hand to massage the impending headache threatening to pop out from his stress. Glaring down at a portrait of you and him on his desk, he couldn’t help but sigh. He could imagine you trying to calm him down with your oh so gentle soft touches.

Clicking his lips, he turned his chair pulling his shorts down. He slowly began stroking the length of his cock, feeling it becoming thicker and heavier with every touch. He wanted nothing more for your hand to replace his, your tongue poking out desperately wanting to lap out any precum that leaked out from his pretty pink tip.

His hips began bucking, imaging him pressing your head down to take his length in full. It was almost as if he could feel you gag upon it, your drool leaking out from your glossy lips trying to keep up with his rough thrust. 

He needed more, he needed to hear you beg out from him and whine. He needed you right this moment. With a small grunt, cum shot out from him as he continuously thrust, trying to ride out his high. As he slouched back in his seat, his eyes wandered back to the photo of you.

Maybe he could just have a half-day and surprise you when he arrived early from home. He couldn’t have been the only one needy for you…right?

Thoma absolutely loved to do the laundry. It often grounded him and made him feel in control for once and reminiscent of the various outfits you and he would wear throughout the week along with the memories that came with them.

Grabbing his hand into the laundry basket filled with your clean, his olive eyes blew wide noticing the lacy fabric he just pulled out. It was a pair you had worn a week ago to surprise him after a long day of work. His lips quivered, gazing at the bottom noticing a hole in them. Did he accidentally rip them when he lost control?

Shifting his thighs together while red in the face, Thoma quickly disrobed his bottom half letting the soft lace of the panties rub against his sensitive cock. Putting his cock through the hole, he wrapped the fabric around it beginning to pump over and over again. With his jaw clenched tight, hunched over and other hands squeezing and fondling his heavy balls—he knew this was shameful but he couldn’t help himself. The memory of you riding his cock, walls painted with his hot cum were too much for him to handle.

Choking out a moan, the panties soon stained themselves with his essence. It shimmered in the light, almost seemingly taunting him for his perverted nature. He could only shy and place the panties into his pocket. 

They were ripped and you wouldn’t exactly need these anymore. He hated throwing out things he could find of use though, especially those times he really missed you.

Albedo’s heavy eyes stared up at the ceiling of his office, an oil lamp to his side giving him little visibility of the room. His eyes desperately wanted to stay closed and join you in your bedroom, but his cock, pulsating in anguish to be touched, kept him awake. 

These feelings of desire were new to the Chalk Prince, the only person who could manage to coax this part out of him throughout all of his time was you. With a heavy sigh, Albedo got up futilely trying to ignore his erection before accidentally brushing against his desk. His eyes wandered up to a plushie you had gifted him in the early parts of your relationship.

Sucking his breath in, he couldn’t help grabbing it and slowly humping it. His nose pressed against the soft object as the familiar scent of you wafted from it. He tried shielding his moans as best as he could as he ground the object on his hard cock over and over again. Noticing the knot in his stomach, he quickly discarded it as his cock throbbed and moved as ropes of cum shot out of him. 

He could only catch his breath feeling his blond hair sticking to his forehead as a sleepy smile fell on his lips. Once he finally caught up from sleep, he could properly explore how you’ve managed to disrupt his mind like this.

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oak, moss, rain

18+ Viktor x Reader x Jayce Warnings & tags: threesome, established polyamorous relationship, very slight degradation (Jayce receiving), blowjob (Jayce receiving), oral (reader receiving), three idiots in love, shower sex, praise, sub Jayce, switch Vik, switch reader, although the dynamic of it is barely there. Afab reader, gender neutral pronouns.

Word count: 7k

Synopsis: your two partners return from a long work day and get caught in the rain. A shower ought to fix it all.

Jayce casts long shadows. And to anyone else, they would be constrictive, suffocating, but not to Viktor.

Viktor prospers in shadows.

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Just Once (Viktor/catgirl!Reader)

this was written for @office--cat :^) thank them for this goonery

Viktor has found a new game to play that you never really agreed to participate in, but you never have tried to stop it, either.

Viktor/f!Reader 4,195 Words - NSFW Vastayan Reader, Loss of Virginity/First Time, Kitty Ear Rubbin'

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The first time you met Viktor, he’d been wide-eyed and unable to look away. Not for the reasons you’d think - there wasn’t romance in his eyes, but pure wonder. Vastayans aren’t as common in Piltover, even less in the Undercity, and from what Jayce had told you, Viktor had spent enough time in both.

But he’s polite, he’s pleasant in the sort of way that screams there’s more to him under the surface and he’s simply providing a front for your comfort. Like he doesn’t expect you to delve any further than the smalltalk and simpering. There’s still a wideness to those eyes though, flicking to your non-human features when he doesn’t think you can see him do so.

You leave it at that, assuming it’s wonder from seeing the matching ears and tail and sharp little teeth in your mouth. And that works for a time, enough that your relationship stays strictly professional for months before something slips. It’s a little embarrassing, now that you look back at it - both your reaction and Viktor’s.

As an independent contractor, here simply to learn and expand your horizons while also securing funding from the council thanks to diversity. Whether that’s from your gender or your race, you try not to look at it too closely. Jayce seems to value your presence for your mind and not the extra digits added to the budget.

Viktor, on the other hand, kept his distance up until the incident. When you were working closer to the windows on categorizing some of their older research to make it easier to come back to it later. The sun had lowered at the perfect angle to come through and you’re blissfully warm. Enough that your eyes start to droop and your tail starts to sway and you’re unaware that you’ve begun to purr.

But Viktor notices, and his work grinds to a halt as he watches you blink slowly at the papers in your lap and rumble quietly from somewhere at the bottom of your throat. At first you don’t notice his gaze, not while you’ve been struck speechless by the sun shafts coming through with the sole purpose of sending you into a stupor.

And then he laughs. Low and beneath his breath, but your ears flick and you hear it as clear as day. You try to tell yourself it’s not committed to memory, but something about it warms your insides just like the sun is warming your skin. Just like you can feel the heat of his eyes as they swim in amusement at your predicament.

Like being dunked in frigid water, the two of you realize the situation. Your purr stops, Viktor’s laughter dies into a choked cough, and you find an excuse to leave as fast as possible. He doesn’t stop you, but for some reason you wish he had.

Viktor doesn’t mention it, and neither do you, but there are signs that it hasn’t been dropped in the slightest. That Viktor hasn’t forgotten your embarrassing instinctual habit. You haven’t forgotten his laughter either, quiet and rumbling and echoing in your mind almost every night before you sleep.

The first sign is that Viktor watches you again. From the corner of his eye, and never directly but your eyesight is far better than his own. It’s impossible to hide that golden color when it flashes at the edges of your vision when he thinks you won’t see. At first, you thought you were doing something wrong, but he never said a word about it. That’s when you started to find a bit of comfort in it.

It felt nice, having his attention.

The second sign is that Viktor starts to talk to you after months of being merely civil. Now he’s asking about your day, asking how you take your coffee (“I can’t drink coffee. Caffeine is as close to poison as it gets for me.”), and instead offering you a treat so amazing that it’s a wonder you haven’t come across it before.

Sweetmilk, he calls it, spiced with anise and usually served warm. The first time he offers his to you, it’s like an entire world has opened up before your eyes. Viktor laughs again as your pupils dilate and you hold the cup with both hands. The sound catches your attention more than the scent of the drink ever could, and you realize with dread that you’re purring again.

The third sign, and this comes immediately after the second, is that Viktor has found a new game to play that you never really agreed to participate in, but you never have tried to stop it, either. Viktor is observant, more so than anyone you’ve ever met, and that makes him your enemy in this unspoken game.

Viktor tries to make you purr at every turn. Whether it’s giving you sweetmilk in the afternoons when he returns from his lunch, deliberately giving you work to do that will put you perfectly in the path of the sun shafts that move across the room during the afternoons, or - and this one makes you pause and really think about the implications - he uses a new cologne that seems to strike every chord in your heart like a sonorous clocktower bell.

Nothing is ever done by Viktor without purpose. Sure, he does sometimes act on a whim, but never this extensive and never this deliberate. It never crosses into anything untoward, nothing that would truly make you feel anything other than an embarrassment over your body’s basest instincts. Even when he finally pushes the boundary one more time, you don’t feel as if you’re trapped.

Perhaps that’s what he’s been working you toward all along.

You’re alone with him, puttering away as you usually do, sitting in the sun with paperwork in your lap and your breath measured carefully to avoid the rumble you know he’s waiting for. If you’re being honest, maybe you’re a bit grateful that he’s done this, if only because it’s teaching you how to suppress it on your own.

When you don’t purr for him, Viktor gets to his feet and begins the trek across the lab. There’s no point in trying to sneak up on you. Even if you didn’t have excellent hearing, the sound of his cane and his new leg brace shifting would be enough to warn anyone. At a glance, you realize he’s come to a stop just in front of you, carefully positioned to avoid blocking out the sun.

Jerk.

“Do you need something, Viktor? I could have brought it over for you, you didn’t need to get up.”

“Yes, I suppose you could have, but… you looked comfortable.”

There’s a few layers to that one sentence that you don’t have time to unpack when his eyes flicker over you and leave you with a warmth that isn’t coming from the light. Patiently, you wait for him to make his request, and it’s by far not what you were expecting.

“Can I… touch them?”

It takes his eyes pointedly looking at the soft appendages sitting at the top of your head for you to realize what he’s asking. Your first instinct is to near-hiss at him for being so forward, but you tamp it down with an iron grip - you haven’t done that since you were a kitten, and you’re not about to do it now when he so-obviously doesn’t know what he’s asking.

“That’s um… Viktor…”

“I’m sorry, was that too much? Did I cross a line?” Viktor, to his credit, begins to look mortified. A gentle flush begins to creep on his cheeks as he takes a small step back, giving you distance that you aren’t necessarily asking for.

“Pull up a chair,” You instruct him, and he stills before you with disbelief, shaking himself out of it after a long moment of silence when you jerk your chin toward the closest rolling chair. Viktor takes it, wheeling closer once more when you beckon him.

That’s when you tell him what he’s been trying to sleuth out on his own - the habits and intricacies of Feline Vastayans. How you purr when you’re happy or content, your preferences for certain foods, and the reason you balked at his wish to feel your ears is that it’s a privilege typically reserved for grooming as a child and a lover as an adult.

Viktor is not your lover, but as he listens with rapt attention and questions you delicately, genuinely giving you all his attention because he finds you interesting, you start to wish that he was.

Maybe you could have been selfish, told him that he could touch them and live that little dream for a moment. Something you’ve never had anyone do with you because you’ve never found someone that calls out to your heart like Viktor has, slowly worming his way between your heart strings without even knowing.

When silence falls, when Viktor has no more questions and you have no more answers, Viktor finally apologizes with a look far too sheepish for someone who hadn’t known what they were asking, “I’m sorry, for being forward with you. Thank you for humoring me for a moment.”

Far longer than a moment - the sun has set long ago.

“You can ask whatever you want to know, Viktor. You should know that by now.”

The smile on his lip is wavering, almost like his heart isn’t in it. Or maybe it is, and a smile isn’t the right emotion for him to be showing compared to what’s going on inside. Before you can ask what’s on his mind, Viktor gladly tells you of his own accord.

“Could I? Just once?”

Viktor doesn’t need to elaborate; You can extrapolate his meaning enough to know he’s circled back to the twitching, tufted appendages that jostle at his question. Instead of answering right away, or giving an emphatic yes, as many times as you want, you scoot forward a little closer until you’re sitting at his feet, knees parted naturally with how he has to position himself to be comfortable.

“No one’s ever… I mean not since I was a kitten, I mean, but… I mean, it wouldn’t hurt. I trust you.”

“You do?” Viktor sounds dumbfounded for some reason, like the two of you hadn’t been in close quarters working together for months now. Yes, it’s intimate, and yes, maybe you’re not being subtle with the way you want things to proceed, but if you’re being honest… You’re on an entirely uncharted course here.

Slowly, one of his hands raise above your field of vision, inching closer to the top of your head. The sensory hairs feel him first, screaming at you that you’ve got someone intruding on your space, but you ignore them in favor of the immediate bliss that ensues when his fingers cup around the back and smooths his thumb along the front, following the direction of the fur.

Gods above, you’re nearly shaking the floor with the rumble that comes from your throat, your eyes sliding closed to hide the fact that they’re nearly rolling in your skull. It’s amazing, better than you ever could do on your own, and you find your cheek falling to his knee to seek support. It’s perfect, something you could sit and relish in for hours, and it’s shattered further by his other hand mimicking the motion on your other ear.

It’s too much, the way his touch is making your nerves sing a song you’ve never heard before. You’re nearly curled against his legs now, leaning on him heavily and soaking in the warmth of his hands and the inexplicable comfort you’re gaining from such a simple, rhythmic motion. Something makes Viktor laugh, and you crack your eyes open just enough to notice that your tail has wrapped around his leg, latching yourself onto him with little shame.

How could you feel ashamed of this?

Quietly, Viktor says something that sounds like your name. You shift your head, just enough to look up at him without compromising the position you’ve found yourself in. And you’re astounded - Viktor’s pupils are blown, the golden gaze is gone and replaced with something darker and heated and wanting.

“Does it have to be… just the once?”

Viktor couldn’t be more clear, even if he’d come out and said it. You do him the honor of returning that honesty with your own, mumbled but still coherent, “It doesn’t.”

From his position above you, Viktor’s features are thrown into sharp relief with the long shadows stemming from the glow of the city outside. It’s grown darker since you started, an indeterminate amount of time having passed while you essentially dropped into a trance at his hands. Hands that have stilled in their movement, to your disappointment.

The new light on his face makes it easy to see the way his jaw works for a moment, working over his words on his tongue before he finally decides it’s time to ask, “Can I kiss you?”

It feels hazy, his question barely making it through the blood rushing in your ears and the purring from your throat. Still, you hear it, and you can’t stop yourself from nodding once in response. The hands on your ears slide down to cup your jaw on both sides, guiding you up enough for him to bend down and do exactly that, his lips soft and imploring but not taking it further than the simple gesture of contact.

But you want more, need more, because his touch and his actions have stirred something inside you, that you’ve only ever given a passing glance to. It’s desperate and greedy and you’ve got to have his hands everywhere and all at once before your mind frays too much at the edges. When he tries to pull away, you follow him and nearly crawl into his lap with the motion. The chair rolls a bit, forcing you to cling to his shoulders for purchase.

Viktor gets the hint, abandoning his hold on your face in favor of wrapping them around your hips to guide you into the comfortable position you’d been seeking. Your thighs slot around his hips and he pulls you even closer at the sudden warmth between your legs.

Against your lips, Viktor tries to ask, “A-Are you sure you want-”

“Yes. I-I’ve never-... I want it to be you, though. I need it to be.”

There’s that quiet laugh again, far more clear now that you’ve given him a little room to breathe. Viktor takes in your warm cheeks, your dilated pupils, the way your tail is already curling around his back to anchor you against him. That golden gaze, as thin as it is with his own darkened eyes, makes you feel equal parts warm and intimidated.

But his words soothe the latter, “Since you begged so sweetly. As if I could tell you no - I’ve been taken by you since the very beginning,” The term rolls off the tongue, and though it’s unfamiliar and would feel out of place coming from anyone else, with Viktor it feels as comfortable as your own name.

Your skirt, already riding up from the position, creeps higher as his fingers trace along the inside of your thigh. With a whine, your breath hitches as he comes so close to touching you but stopping short. There’s a little smile on his face, crooked and knowing as he watches your reaction, and his free hand finds the base of your tail at your back.

“Your tail fur stands on end when you get excited or upset. Which are you right now, I wonder?”

“Impatient,” You urge him, and for the first time you rock yourself forward and down into the growing hardness that you’d been feeling beneath you. Viktor’s jaw slackens at the friction, and after a fluttering of his eyelids to compose himself, his fingers finally press against the fabric covering your arousal.

It’s damp, uncomfortably so - enough that you’re almost entirely sure that you could take him with only nervousness to greet you instead of discomfort, but Viktor is insistent on pushing past your underwear and sliding his fingers through your folds with a pleased hum. The foreign feeling of being touched there isn’t lost on you, and your choked breath interrupts the steady thrum coming from your throat enough to give him pause.

“Still okay?”

“Just nervous. I told you, no one’s ever-”

A kiss silences you, chaste and off-centered toward the side of your mouth. Viktor’s comfort follows, earnest and punctuated with his fingertips rubbing slow circles against your clit, “You’ve no need to be nervous. I’ll take care of you.”

Your tension is from anticipation rather than nervousness now, building higher as he caresses his fingers against you and moves them lower to your entrance. Two poised at your entrance for a half-second, giving you ample time to stop him if you changed your mind. You have not, and they curl inside you with one smooth thrust of his fingers.

The sudden intrusion makes you curl against him, your forehead finding the junction of his neck and shoulder and pressing tightly against his skin there. Doing this on your own has never felt this good, even on your best days, and he’s only given you two fingers that move in a lazy rhythm. Every insertion, his fingers press against the front of your walls and find the most sensitive area, dragging a whine from you that he seems to relish in with how his pace picks up and he continues to coax it from you over and over.

That whine turns into a moan, and that moan sounds almost like his name if you could be a bit more coherent. His hand is still on your back, pushing you into rocking against him in time with his fingers. He’s getting that friction too, ragged little sighs leaving him every time you press down against his clothed cock.

“Y-You’re… You’re doing so well. So good for me. Can you… Can you take another?”

Rather than speak, you nod against him and watch between your bodies as his hand shifts in your underwear and steadily he eases another finger inside you with the first two. The new stretch is another layer on top of your already ruined composure, and you cling to him for support as he spreads them inside to stretch you further.

“V-Viktor, please, I need more of you. I can take it,” You urge him, breathless and voice thin, hardly convincing enough but his fingers slide from you with an obscene wet sound. Holding you with his hand on your back, he leans you away just enough to undo his pants and clumsily shove the fabric down and out of the way until he’s revealed to you.

Viktor is beautiful, but this is something else. Long, thick, and curved just a bit toward his navel. Already, you know it’s going to ruin you - physically, and metaphorically for anyone else. At your open staring, Viktor nudges you up and over him to catch your attention once more. The trance is knocked away, and you instead look back to his eyes with an almost-worried gaze.

“You do it. Take as much of me as you can until you’re full.”

Viktor holds himself with one hand and pushes the fabric of your underwear to the side with the other, leaving you free to maneuver yourself on him at your convenience. Even just pressed against your entrance, he’s large enough to make your heart pound, and you have to force yourself to relax before even letting him slip inside.

It’s not as rough as you expect, whether it's from your arousal or his preparation, Viktor’s cock pushes through and slides the first few inches easily. Until it starts to pinch a bit, and you have to hold yourself aloft for a moment to catch your composure and wait for it to subside. Instead of jumping the gun again, when the discomfort subsides, you follow Viktor’s quiet direction, “Work me inside, just like that. You’re nearly there, look.”

And you are, a furtive glance down showing he’s almost in to the hilt and you’re spread lewdly around him with your arousal gleaming in the low light. With a few more rocking motions, your hips press fully against him, and he groans something akin to relief against the side of your head as you lean on him.

“You feel so good around me, like… like you were made just for me,” Viktor sounds almost awestruck as his head rolls back and he fixes his gaze on the ceiling rather than where you’re joined together. On the other hand, you can barely look away, even as you raise off him and catch sight of his cock coming out, then going back inside just as smoothly. It’s the closest thing to bliss you can note, the way he’s filling you so perfectly.

As you establish a rhythm, unfamiliar and stumbling as it is, Viktor takes over and uses his hands to one more push and pull your hips along him until he’s got you right where he wants you - seeing stars as you lean back and his cock brushes against that same spot from before with every grind.

When he’s satisfied, that’s when his thumb finds your clit to apply just enough pressure for you to nudge against. It’s perfect, better than anything you’ve done to yourself and far exceeding any expectations you’d had. On top of your own pleasure, Viktor is getting his own just as easily, judging by the quiet grunts and choked sighs of encouragement that come from him as you grow more comfortable.

When your toes are curling and you’re feeling so much more wound up than ever before, Viktor destroys you with a single touch, a closing of his fingers around your ear again as he mimics the motions from before. It’s embarrassing the sound you make - somewhere between a harsh sob and a broken moan as you snap.

Even in the throes of it, as your mind feels like it’s been stuffed full with cotton and the world starts to grow less important, you can feel Viktor twitch inside you before he chases his own pleasure, setting a rhythm of his own as he drags you on his cock. His hand is still grabbing you, still petting almost too-roughly against your sensitive ear despite the pleasure it’s still ruining you with, growing more erratic up until he finally moans something in that language you didn’t understand and his back bows on the chair.

In your haze, still quivering from his fingers lazily moving on your ear and his cock stretching you still despite it beginning to soften, you at least have the presence of mind to lean forward and kiss him soundly, careful of the sharpness of your teeth as you do so. Viktor returns the gesture with a silly little smile, pleased and lazy and boneless in the wake of what you’d done together.

Despite the constant simulation, as languid as it is, you come back to yourself and speak first with a quiet, “Thank you, Viktor.”

“Whatever for? You’re the one that’s gifted me, I’ve been nothing but greedy with you for so long now,” Incredulous, you lift your head to look at him, and while he’s looking tired he’s got a giddiness about him that shows in the slant of his smile, “Chasing those little reactions from you, learning how to make you happy, selfishly asking to touch your ears when I should’ve known better… And there’s more that you don’t know about, things that I’ve thought about you that shouldn’t be said.”

You’re sure you can think of what he’s implying, and under normal circumstances you’d be endlessly embarrassed that he’s being so bold with these newfound feelings. However, you’ve been filled by him in more ways than one, his touch is still bringing you goosebumps, his body is warming you thoroughly… you can’t bring yourself to be anything but content.

“There’s um… something else you should know, Viktor. I didn’t say it before but ah… well, now’s the time I think.”

His question comes as a hum as his eyes fall closed slightly, his exhaustion showing in the half-lidded stare. It almost makes you regretful for what you say next, “Feline Vastayans have um… notoriously high libidos.”

Slowly Viktor’s eyes open, just as you shift on his lap and grind yourself against him again, and he has the audacity to laugh, not the silly quiet thing from before, but something full-bodied and almost out of place coming from him. It’s not malicious, nor is it mocking. If anything, it’s the culmination of that building giddiness and anticipation from before, made manifest.

“We’ll need to retire to my rooms then. I can’t take care of you properly like this, rolling around in a chair and rutting like animals in the lab. Jayce would be mortified.”

“What are we waiting for? I need you.”

“Alright, alright. Insatiable. Come then, I won’t leave you wanting.”

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is this not how that scene went

bonus bc i’m not even exaggerating:

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this is incredible I love the Ikemen games

literally him @ MC and we love that 😤

these men really be gatekeeping themselves 😭

more memes

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BACK AT IT AGAIN WITH THE MONTHLY MCC MEMES

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Ranboo said.

Ranboo smiled.

Ranboo jumped.

In the Cadillac let’s put some miles on it Anything you want (Just to put a smile on you)