Seeds Of Love

Victor x reader - brushing hair behind the reader’s ear or stroking their cheek when he thinks they’re asleep

I kind of went…overboard with this request so I apologize for that my friend 😂 the prompt comes in towards the end of the one shot. I hope you enjoy!

Seeds of Love

Viktor x Female!Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: unrequited(?) love, but not really, misunderstandings, out of context conversations, emotional hurt/comfort, love confessions.

The Gala is still in full swing, even though it has been several hours since it started. Fancy drinks flowed in abundance along with dainty hors d'oeuvres and a buffet of food that never seemed to diminish, no matter how much people ate.

High society parties are still something you haven't quite gotten used to, no matter how many times you've been brought as a plus one by Viktor or Jayce. Yet, you loved them all the same.

Maybe not the parties themselves. Quite frankly, you find them suffocating and filled with too many people who never say what they're honestly thinking.

Too many people fawn over Jayce, the Golden Boy of Piltover, while completely ignoring Viktor or turning their nose up at him whenever Jayce tries to include him. It always infuriates you because you see the important things in Viktor.

That's the only reason you agree to come to these events anyway. To spend more time with him. And the fact that you know he appreciates not being completely alone throughout the night as Jayce is pulled in a million directions. So, more often than not, you get to spend ample time alone with the Hextech partner, just like now.

After Jayce was pulled away yet again, you and Viktor retreated to a small balcony. The doors have been propped open, allowing the cool evening air to circulate through the crowded room.

Viktor sighs as you both step out into the open air, and you can't help but agree with his nonverbal relief. Inside was entirely too stuffy, and you could feel the beginnings of a headache coming on from all of the rich perfumes assaulting your senses and the constant hum of conversation and music.

"Remind me why I continue to come to these dreadful events," Viktor says sitting on a cushioned bench facing the city landscape.

A huff of laughter escapes your lips.

"Because Jayce asks you too," you say, gathering your dress in your hands before taking the unoccupied space beside him.

"And you get to spend time with me." You nudge his arm playfully as you tease.

The inventor's lips twitch up into a smile as he looks over at you.

"Your company is much preferred to Jayce's, especially considering he is never by my side much at these events."

Taking a sip from the champagne flute in your other hand, you try in vain to stop the butterflies that flutter in your tummy. You want more than anything for his words to mean more than they do.

Your feelings for him have been shoved down since the moment you met him, and as time goes on, you are finding it harder and harder to hide your affections.

In truth, you've always found the man intriguing. Being friends with Caitlyn Kiramman had inadvertently brought you into the two Hextech creators' lives. And as Caitlyn was to Jayce, you were to Viktor, eventually.

Viktor hadn't said much to you initially, as there wasn't much to say. You had studied Botany at the Academy and are now head of the department, which is vastly different from Hextech. Yet, as Caitlyn was talking to Jayce, you had found your way over to Viktor, who sat hunched over at his desk, muttering to himself about something. He startled when you asked him what he was working on, and the man seemed shocked you were even remotely interested in his work. But as soon as he got started, he didn't stop, telling you about their next project and answering all the questions you had.

Curiosity led to friendship with Viktor and…something much more for you.

Something you had hoped he would return if you could just find it in you to talk to him about it.

But every time you had an opportunity, you were alone, or he was with you in your greenhouse…you couldn't do it. The words would be right there on the tip of your tongue, and then he would look at you, and they would die in your throat. Golden eyes filled with excitement or happiness would stop you from ever saying anything in fear of ruining what you already have.

Like right now.

Viktor has moved on to talk about what he and Jayce plan on tackling next. A larger version of a teleportation portal they have been working on. The Hexgates is what they plan to call them once they get them working correctly.

Viktor is always so animated when he talks about his work; his face lights up, his hands move around frantically in the air…and you want nothing more than for him to talk about you that way.

As selfish as that may sound.

You almost do it again. Almost manage to tell him how you feel when there is a lull in his speech. Finally, you actually start this time; you can feel your lips part as you speak, your heart thudding in your chest.

"Viktor…"

He looks at you, brows raising in question and a silent request for you to continue. And you just about have the words out when a familiar presence stumbles out onto the balcony, a broad grin on his face.

"There you two are!" Jayce's voice is booming in the soft silence of the balcony, and you can't help the way your shoulders fall slightly at his appearance.

Another chance was gone.

Viktor rolls his eyes.

"You act as if we left you to the wolves."

Jayce scoffs, strolling over to stand in front of you.

"You kind of did,” he defends, leaning against the balcony’s railing. "I have had to explain our next Hextech project like fifteen times. It's exhausting."

You move to take another sip of champagne only to notice that your glass is empty. Frowning at the offending object you stand up and send Jayce a smile.

"Sounds like you need a drink. I need to refresh my own anyways." You turn to Viktor.

"Would you like anything?"

He shakes his head, waving his hand dismissively.

"No, thank you." He gives you a polite smile. "I could go with you if you'd like?"

Butterflies start up again, and you try to school your reaction slightly.

"Yeah, I wouldn't mind-"

Jayce cuts in.

"Actually, I was hoping to talk to Viktor about something, if you don't mind?"

You glance from the taller man back to Viktor, a slight sense of disappointment tugging at your chest.

"Yeah, of course. I'll be right back."

The two men give you short nods as you turn back into the building to seek out one of the waiters handing out champagne.

The search takes longer than expected, and the whole time you try to think of ways to talk to Viktor.

Maybe you've had so much trouble because you're trying to be too forward.

Instead, you could start by asking him out on a date.

Something simple.

Viktor practically lives off coffee, so maybe you could ask him out to the coffee house by your apartment?

You finally locate a waiter just as that thought runs through your mind, and it feels like something finally clicks when it does.

Nodding to yourself, you pick up two glasses of the bubbling drinks, trading in your empty one.

Why hadn't you thought of that before?

Of course, asking him out to coffee or dinner would be easier than confessing your love to him.

Probably a bit less awkward too…

You can't hide the triumphant skip in your step as you head back toward the balcony, a new plan already forming in your head.

However, just as you are about to enter the outside space, the conversation between the two men you are returning to makes you pause.

"She likes you, you know," Jayce says, presumably to Viktor.

"What are you going on about?" Viktor asks, his accented voice unmistakable.

You know you shouldn't eavesdrop, and you are just about to step out onto the balcony when your name falls from Jayce's lips and makes you freeze completely.

“(y/n).”

"I’m almost positive she likes you. And before you say it, yes, as more than a friend." Jayce's voice is firm as he speaks, like they've had this conversation before.

Have you been that obvious?

Heat rises to your cheeks at the thought.

If Jayce knows…

Then you've definitely been more obvious than you intended. Because that man is oblivious to just about everything.

You hear Viktor sigh as you take a few more steps closer to the open doors, careful to stay out of sight.

"I don't believe you are correct," he says, matter-of-factly. "And even if she does feel this way, it's not like I would not act upon it."

You don't even hear the rest of what he says as your heart starts to ache deep in your chest. It feels like you've gone numb, your fingers tingling with how hard his words hit you.

He doesn't feel the same. Of course, he doesn't.

The familiar burn of tears is what forces you to move, and you practically burst out into the balcony.

The conversation immediately stops as you appear, and both of them look like a pair of startled deer. You quickly hand Jayce his drink, managing to spill a few drops onto his pants due to how your hands shake.

"Here's your drink. Sorry, I took so long. I-"

"Hey, Hey. Slow down." Jayce is up from his seat instantly, setting his drink on the ground and taking the one from your hand to give to Viktor.

"What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost."

You shake your head but can't stop yourself glancing over at Viktor, more tears welling up at the concerned look on his face.

Finally, you drop your eyes to the floor.

"I don't feel well. I think I'm gonna head home." You say simply, brushing Jayce's hands off you to head towards the door.

Turning to leave, you don’t wait for a response from either of them, but Viktor is already hauling himself to his feet, leaning heavily on his cane.

"At least let me walk you home-"

"No!"

Your rejection comes out much louder than anticipated, and you cringe internally. You try to ignore the startled look on his face as you elaborate.

"I'm fine. Have a good night, you guys.”

You leave before either of them can stop you. Gathering the skirt of your dress in your hands as you walk, you can’t help but worry the delicate fabric between your fingers. Right now, it's the only thing grounding you until you exit the large mansion onto the street.

Only then, when the crowd's murmur disappears behind the doors, and the cool air washes over you, do the tears fall.

———

While you had told the boys you were going home, your feet had inadvertently carried you to the greenhouse on Academy grounds.

It was the one place you could go to calm down; your plants always had a calming effect on you. Tending them, pruning the dead leaves away, sketching new blooms or new breeds of flora and fauna.

It almost helped drown out the ache in your chest.

Almost.

You can't help but feel silly sitting on a stool in the plant-filled space, your evening gown still on and trailing against the dirt floor.

You had taken your hair out from its intricate style, letting it lay free as you nursed a particularly picky plant in front of you.

Adenium obesum.

More commonly known as the desert rose.

It's a beautiful little shrub plant with vibrant pink-white flowers when it blooms. You were able to get your hands on one when a foreign market came to Piltover a few months ago.

The flower is supposed to bring good luck. It resembles courage, self-belief, and resilience.

Hope.

All things you had desperately needed-

Desperately wanted to confess.

But it seemed it hadn't done you much good. It was all in vain anyway.

At first, the plant had struggled to survive. There aren't many subtropical plants under your care, and you worried for many weeks you would lose the little plant. But after weeks of tender care and careful adjustments, the flowers started to bloom.

And you foolishly took that as a sign.

Sighing, you trim away a few dead leaves before opening your notebook to a blank page.

The small shrub is in full bloom, its bright flowers complemented beautifully by its vibrant green leaves.

You had yet to sketch out the plant and decided now was as good a time as any.

Anything to get your mind off the sting still lingered in your heart.

You lay your pencil on paper, trying in vain to occupy your mind with your love of plants rather than your unrequited love of Viktor.

———

The halls of the Academy are eerily quiet in the late hours of the night. It was just past midnight when you had left the Gala in a haste Viktor did not expect.

Jayce had called it a night soon after that, and Viktor agreed, wanting to go check on you more than anything.

And talk to you after his and Jayce's conversation.

He didn't believe his partner when Jayce told him of your affections. But after you left, the conversation continued, and he felt like an idiot once his partner pointed out all the signs.

The way you found any excuse to be close to him. The way you'd give him your undivided attention no matter the topic.

"Do you really think she cared about the stabilization process of the arcane when she has a botany degree? You didn't even use layman's terms, Vik."

Viktor had always assumed you were just being polite, but the more he realized it, the only polite people to him were his partner, Caitlyn, and Heimerdinger. Everyone else looked down at him or ignored him completely.

But not you.

You always praised him.

Laughed at his witty remarks. Brushed your fingers through his hair, looped your arm through his at events…

And suddenly, as Jayce was laying all this out, Viktor realized that he felt much more for you than he ever knew.

He has always wanted to be around you and craved your presence and words. Loved to listen to you speak of your plants and your work.

For Janna's sake!

He spent the precious time he could have been working on Hextech making an automatic water mister for you when you couldn't be at the greenhouse.

Viktors has been a fool, and he hid all of his feelings behind a wall of 'professionalism' in fear of pushing you away.

…It seems that he's managed that anyway.

He had gone to check on you after your abrupt exit, and when he didn't find you at your apartment, he knew exactly where you'd be.

The greenhouse is one of the only places in Piltover with thriving natural plant life. Most of the greenery scattered around the city was intentionally placed to make the city look brighter and more pleasing to the eye.

But you've made the greenhouse, and the Academy gardens a flourished, lush, paradise.

Even though he's been in the large building too many times to count, it still takes his breath away every time.

Green plants hang from the ceiling, their leaves or vines hanging from pots to create a fantastical atmosphere.

Plants with bright flowers or lush leaves sit on the multitudes of shelves and tables throughout the space, and every time Viktor takes a breath, it feels cleaner than the last.

He understands why you love it here so much. And he feels the worry that settled in his belly dissipate when he sees your form hunched over your workbench in the far corner.

He approaches slowly, the sound of his cane muted against the packed earth of the greenhouse.

He calls your name softly, brows furrowing when you don't respond. Then he understands your silence when he's finally by your side.

You had fallen asleep.

Your head rests on folded arms, a leather-bound notebook scooted to the side with a half-finished sketch of the plant that sits to your left. A pencil is still clutched between your fingers, and Viktor can't stop the smile that tugs at his lips.

You look beautiful like this.

Hair down, face calm, and at rest, cheek squished adorably from where it rests against your arms.

But as Viktor gazes at you, he can't help the way his smile disappears as he notices the faint streaks of mascara on your cheeks and the red puffiness around your eyes.

He reaches up, gently brushing a stray piece of hair behind your ear before trailing his fingers along your cheek.

His touch is feather-light, yet it must have been enough to disturb your slumber, because your eyes begin to flutter.

Viktor knows he should pull away, knows it's more than inappropriate, but he can't bring himself to do so. Not even as you begin to sit up, eyes widening as you realize who's standing before you.

Finally, Viktor drops his hand as you shy away from him, avoiding his gaze.

"What are you doing here, Vik?" You ask, voice sticky from sleep.

His concern never leaves his face.

“Were you crying?" His voice is soft as he speaks, and he reaches up to cradle your cheek again, but you stop him, swatting his hand away.

You ignore the hurt obvious in his eyes at your action.

"Why does it matter? I told you I wasn't feeling good." You snap, turning back to your notebook.

Viktor frowns, placing both hands on his cane.

"I just wanted to make sure you were alright. You were acting…strangely when you left the Gala."

You huff, turning away from him more as tears start to blur your vision again.

Why can't he just leave you alone?

"Well, I'm fine." Your voice cracks, and you don't even care if he heard it. "So why don't you just go? It’s not like you’d ‘act upon it’ anyways."

Viktor freezes at your words, and everything falls into place. Why you rushed out, why you are pushing him away now.

He feels guilt claw at his chest.

"You heard us…." He states, voice low.

"Yes, I heard you." You bite. "So don't worry about it. Forget Jayce even said anything, and I will too. He had no right to even talk to you about that-"

"I shouldn't have said that." Viktor cuts you off, and when you don't say anything, he continues.

"I didn't believe Jayce when he told me how you felt. And it took him talking some sense into me to open my own eyes." He explains, fingers turning white with how hard he is gripping his cane.

"I was a fool to not see it and an even bigger fool for not realizing I feel the same way."

At this, you tear your eyes away from your sketching, sending him a wary glance.

"What?"

"I love you too." He finally says, never tearing his eyes from your own.

He watches as your lower lip wobbles, and uncertainty fills your gaze.

"Viktor, if this is some kind of joke-"

He takes a step forward then, cradling your face gently in one of his hands.

"I might be blind, but I'm not cruel." He says, lips turning upwards. "It just took Jayce talking some sense into me so I could finally see what is right in front of me."

A shaky breath leaves your lips as you lean into his touch, your eyes slipping closed.

"I've loved you for way too long," you admit, reaching up to cover his hand with yours. "I'm sorry for the way I acted-"

Soft lips on yours stop the apology in its tracks, and you hesitate before realizing what's going on.

Viktor is kissing you.

Viktor is kissing you!

When your mind finally catches up, you return the kiss, surging forward to bring yourself as close as possible to him.

Viktor obliges, leaning his cane against your workbench and wrapping his free arm around your waist.

When you pull away, you want to take a breath and kiss him again, but Viktor pauses - resting his forehead against your own.

"I should be the one apologizing." He tells you, nudging his nose against your cheek.

Shaking your head, you smile.

"All is forgiven." You say, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to the beauty mark below his eye.

"Although I do have to admit, making out in the greenhouse isn't very professional. So maybe we should go somewhere else."

Viktor laughs, pulling away to look at you properly. He brushes a thumb along your lower lip and then your cheek.

"Damn, professionalism." He says, leaning in, so his lips brush yours. "I just want you by my side. For as long as you'll have me."

The way your heart flutters in your chest is unmatched by anything you've felt before, and you can't help the giddy laugh that escapes from your chest.

"If I had it my way, that would be forever."

Viktor hums. "Forever, it is."

Then his lips are on yours once more.

And as he kisses you in the greenhouse, flora all around you, you can't help but silently thank the little Desert Flower beside you.

Maybe it did bring good luck.

Play with Me!

Summary: Interactive SMUT with submissive Miguel! Choose your path! A/N: me when i forgor Art: Andalusia on twt! <<Prev Next>>

-flip him and ride him! take back what's yours! [SELECTED] -let him do the work! turn off your brain!

You wipe the globs of his cum off your lips before using all your strength to flip him over on his back. It was surprisingly easy, Miguel gasping and shivering when you straddle above him. He instinctively bucks his hips up, his cock twitching against your ass. Miguel’s gaze falls to your hips, hands finding purchase in the plushness of it. But you rip his hands off you, lacing your fingers with his and pinning them above his head. Miguel can’t help but moan, biting his lips and cheeks flushing a deep red at being helpless under you. You lift your hips up as you turn your head to look back. Miguel looks with you, watching as you tease him by sliding down only at the tip before slipping back out. Miguel groans, arching his back and thrusting upwards–a squelching sound of his cock penetrating your saliva and precum soaked folds.

Your nails dig into the back of his hand, Miguel groaning and writhing to run from the pain. He looks up at you with hazy eyes, glossy and foggy with desire. He pants softly, hearing his heartbeat in his ears and he licks his lips. Miguel feels you slip off of him, a plea hanging on his tongue.

“Please, please, please, no, no, no, no…” He babbles, his words slurring and voice cracking as he begs. He shakes his head, sweaty strands of brown wavy hair stick to his temple and forehead, a slight bead of sweat resting on his furrowed eyebrows.

Ever so gently, you slip on and off of him—but only his tip. His poor swollen, aching and creaming tip. Miguel slams his head back into the pillow with a frustrated moan. Crossing his wrists together, you use one hand to keep them pinned above his head while your other—now free—hand to place over his abdomen where the patch of his happy trail is.

You can feel his muscles contracting underneath his warm skin, caving in as you slowly tease his tip.

Miguel continues to babble and complain. “Not enough.” He says, swallowing the drool that would’ve escaped his mouth. He begs for more, weakly tugging against your hand that keeps him pinned. His chest heaves up and down, his hips bucking.

Your free hand comes up to pinch his nipple, Miguel crying out, his body shivering.

“Stay still.” You mutter, leaning down to kiss his forehead softly.

“‘m sorry, ‘m sorry, ‘m sorry.” He sighs shakily. Miguel hums when he feels your lips on him, his toes curling and uncurling as he tries to focus on not thrusting up into you.

“I’ll be good. I’ll be so good, I promise.” He whispers desperately.

“Mm, you said that before…” You mumble and lift off his tip with a wet shlick.

Miguel purses his lips, arching his head up and veins popping out his neck. He exhales slowly and through his teeth with a hiss.

“I-I know, I know—“ He groans. “But I mean it this time, believe me—“ Miguel watches as you lean down to where your noses are just barely touching. You could feel his soft but jagged breathing.

“Te lo juro, mi amor. Swear on it, just fuck me, please.” He whimpers. “Take me, use me. I just need you.” Tears well up in his eyes, his heart pounds wildly in his chest, body twitching with anticipation.

You uncross his wrists and lace your fingers with his. You bring them down so that he’s resting his hands by each side of his head. Using that, you anchor yourself to sink down on his cock.

He chokes, eyes casting downwards to watch your pussy stretch to accommodate his size. Miguel’s entire body tenses, forcing himself down so as to not shove up inside you. He kind of likes this though—your tight hole taking all of him and sliding down easily.

Still, he pants under his breath, wheezing and feeling the blood rush throughout his body. His hands squeezed yours as he let out a whimper, teary eyes meeting your hazed ones. His pathetic moans rang out while you slowly fucked yourself on his cock, your lips capturing his. Miguel screws his eyes shut, weakly kissing back as your tongue invades his mouth. Miguel quivers underneath you, his cock throbbing and twitching against your walls.

He knows not to speak, the complaint about speed on the tip of his tongue. Miguel whines weakly with each agonizingly slow roll of your hips. He can feel you pulsating and gripping him.

You on the other hand, let go of his lips, watching them plump up ever so slightly from making out. Your mouth trails along his cheek and jawline, the soft feeling making Miguel’s body twitch. He flexes his fingers, breath uneven while you play around with his nerves.

Your mouth reaches down to his collarbone, wrapping around his skin to suck and bite on it. Miguel arches his back with a plea of your name, his cock throbbing and bucking against your walls. Your hands squeeze his, to remind him of who he is–what he’s supposed to do. Miguel turns his head, trying to bury his face in the pillow as best as he can. He knows one look at you–your eyes and how they darken at him, wanting and waiting to devour him and his sweet reactions– and he’ll explode. He feels your hips raise up, your wetness coating his aching and hard cock–beads of precum dribbling out– and he quivers. You tease his leaking tip, fucking yourself on the engorged weeping top while Miguel squeezes your hands tightly enough for his talons to come out and gently pierce your skin. Your lips suck around his nipple, your tongue flicking and swirling around the nub which makes him arch his back with a whine. His hips buck up, forcing his dick to penetrate you again and it prompts you to moan and bite down on his nipple. He cries, feeling an electric shock shoot down to his groin. You keep pinning his hands to the bed while you begin to rut your hips against his, moving between a fast and slow pace that sends his heart racing and complaints falling from his lips. The slow build up is enough to make his balls tighten, blood rush down to his throbbing length. He huffs and he puffs, chest heaving with each breath, sweat dripping down his brown skin and hair slicked to his forehead. Still, he has half a mind to hold his hips while your ass smacks down with each slap. His legs shake and he makes the biggest mistake of looking at how your pussy wraps around him. Your cunt swallows every inch of him, a glimpse of a wet, sticky mess before enveloping him again. His eyes bob up and down as he watches you work to chase your high, his lips parted and cheeks hot to the touch. His vision is cloudy and he lolls his head up to see the pleasure etched on your face. Perfect lips bitten between your teeth right before squeaking or moaning when the blunt head of his tip nudges against your sweet spot. Tits bouncing and he wants nothing more than to bury his face in them–he’s desperate to please you again, to make you cum faster. The image–the want– is too much for him. Miguel cries out with a piercing scream, eyes rolling up to the ceiling as his fangs pierce down into his bottom lip to minimize his sounds of pleasure. His body trembles with each wave of his orgasm, thick spurts of his cum shooting inside your tight walls and then dripping out of it. His cream flows down his length, coating his cock and balls with his own mess.

The feeling makes him quiver along with the soft thrust of you pressing down on him. He gasps for a deep breath as he looks up at you, mouth dropped open and begging for a kiss.

And so you lean down, capturing his lips into a heated kiss. He moans in delight, trying his best to lean up and deepen it. Your lips drag off his to kiss down to his chin and jawline. Your mouth caresses the shell of his ear.

“Can I trust you?” You hum.

Miguel, in his haze, nods. His voice croaks as he speaks. “Yes…yes…”

Your hands leaves his, Miguel unclenching his grip and he relishes in the feeling of your hands running down his chest.

“Don’t touch me.” You whisper and then place your hands firmly on his stomach, lifting your hips and slamming back down.

Miguel chokes on his moans, grabbing onto the pillow underneath his head and digging his nails into the fabric. He screams, chest arching up but he feels you hold most of him down with your hands as you begin bouncing above him.

He shouts curses and whines, rolling his head back all while shamelessly moaning. He writhes behind you, his cock sensitive after just cumming inside you. He whines your name pathetically after each slam of your hips, your warm cunt surrounding him in a wet squelch.

It’s painful but it feels so good, he can’t help but grow aroused once more—the pleasure is dizzying.

You use him just like he said he would, slipping on and off his cock with abandon, grunting and sighing as he fills you over and over. You can feel the stretch of his length as it grows hard again, his tip nudging the same G-spot over again. His leftover cum spills out of you slowly, sticking to your pussy and connecting it to his lap in a heap of white slick. Skin slaps against skin, each thrust sends a wave of ecstasy to your core that makes you clench around him.

Miguel’s legs shakes and he sobs, eyes unfocused while his balls tighten up to cum again.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna—fuck—I’m gonna cum, oh God.” He babbles, screwing his eyes shut and moaning to the heavens.

You press down on his stomach and he instinctively caves in, another wave of pleasure washing over him. “Wait.” You pant, halting your bouncing to grind your clit in him in circles.

Miguel uses it as a breather even though the build up of a climax has faded painfully. His red, sweat stricken face falls onto your body on top of him and he curses himself over not being able to touch you.

He watches numbly as you grind on him, feeling his cock inside you, throbbing and twitching to cover you with his seed again.

Miguel is snapped out of his haze when you pick yourself up again, leaning over him and gripping his shoulders for leverage while you bounce on him.

“No! Wait!” He cries out, thrashing his legs, toes curling and fingers practically tearing his pillow apart.

He can barely hear the slaps of skin echoing throughout the room while you ride him, using him as your little toy. Your hips and legs ache but you feel so close.

The bubble within you pops, your nails scratching his skin and leaving marks while you shake and moan his name. You feel your face heating up as your climax reaches its highest point. Cumming around him and dripping your juices down his length. Your pussy throbs rhythmically, clenching and unclenching around his shaft.

Meanwhile Miguel cums right after you, bringing his hand to his mouth to bite on, his fangs piercing through skin. But his moans are louder, garbling out your name and his entire body shakes. His vision goes white and it’s a slow way down from his orgasm. His cock aches painfully as it shoots another load inside your wet pussy, painting you walls and flooding down into more of a mess between his legs.

Miguel heaves, numb and weak as he blinks lazily. His eyelids are heavy but he feels content. You move his hand from his mouth, jaw slack and two pricked holes around his thumb—a bit of blood on his lower lip.

You smile weakly, shakily pulling yourself off him to which Miguel groans at. His cock flops out of your pussy, glistening with all types of bodily fluids. He whimpers, his tip still leaking some leftover cum.

Your hands gently caress up and down his sides to soothe him. He looks peaceful, even a little tired. Yet, he still reaches out for you, hands trembling until they plant themselves on your waist. His thumbs gently caress your stomach, slowly sliding up to cup your breasts and squeeze them teasingly. A soft smirk is on his face when you squint down at him, Miguel innocently resting his hands at your waist.

Maybe just one more round…but I guess it’s time to sleep…

a/n: i was not fully aware of what i was writing if im being so honest

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reinam00n

2 months ago

imagine meeting ellie on her way back from santa barbara. she’s bloody, vest stained with red and her body overall weak after fighting abby. sure, neither of them were actually that powerful because of what they had been through, but this was different. she was struggling to walk.

and then you come along, with a weirdly vast knowledge of first aid and medicine. and you’re pulling her to the side and telling her everything will be okay and she doesn’t even know who you are. she’s so out of it that she just lets you, even if she has her switchblade in her hand the entire time.

you made her feel safe, though. the way your hands ran down her arms and gently turned them to check for bruises or injuries and the way you applied pressure to her torso? everything just made her feel more relaxed.

and you had painkillers. and that was what she absolutely needed— and you just go and give her everything she needs in one.

you’re everything she needs.

you help her on her way back to jackson. you give her a hand, a ride on the back of your horse, you make sure she’s safe from infected. she doesn’t know why you’re being so kind. but she accepts it completely. she’s exhausted. she deserves this.

but then you’re leaving. you’ve got her back to jackson, and you’ve managed to find her a place to clean up and some people to help her.

but she doesn’t want you to leave. but she has no choice. she has to let you go.

you’re a ghost. a phantom. you’re someone who was there for her in her moment of need. but you didn’t stay. you’re only that temporary relief for her.

she wants you back.

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reinam00n

1 year ago

OMG, HES SO JAWHHRFUE

THEY ALSO MADE ONE WITH LUTE

GOD GOD GOD GOD

foaming at the mouth creaming my pants rolling around the ground

HELLOOOO NURSE 😍😍

THANK YOU for absolutely BLESSING my inbox today

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reinam00n

5 months ago

Crying virgin!viktor save me save me virgin!victor has me dying!! I ate that shit up omg it was amazing!! I need more of this desperate man

warnings; experienced!fem!reader, virgin!viktor, explicit sexual content, thigh fucking, premature ejaculation(?), subtle cum marking, clit rubbing, dirty talk (lots of it), subtle corruption kink i think, guiding, not edited just pressed post tbh. (will edit later i swear.)

“fuck, so soft,” viktor moans, hands gripping your thighs and cock throbbing between them — pearly pre-cum leaked from his tip and landed sticky on your panties, the sight hot enough to have your pussy clenching.

“vik, y’can move.” you murmured breathily, eyes lidded and so, so desperate just to feel his hot flesh slide against your thighs. the sound viktor let out could easily be mistaken for a whimper, slightly high pitched and almost pitiful.

“i-i don’t know if i can last very long,” viktor admitted, cock kicking up at random intervals. he was so hard you wondered if it hurt, his tip flared and an angry red — and you couldn’t help but laugh airily.

“that’s why we’re doin’ this, vik, ‘member?” you chided, a light tease. “it’s practice, yeah?”

viktor swallowed audibly and nodded, fingers flexing against your flesh. you glanced down at his cock, and your gut fluttered. viktor was so big, so fucking thick — you couldn’t wait to feel him stretch you out, for him to batter up your insides and fuck you into a mess.

but that would come later; when he was ready for it.

“i-i just fuck them, right?” viktor queried, and you nodded, wholly unprepared for when his hips suddenly began bucking, hot dick sliding between your thighs and getting them absolutely sticky.

“fuck, hah, this is—” viktor started, only to break off into a cacophony of moans as he squeezed your thighs tighter together around him.

your skull melted into the pillow beneath it as viktor humped against you, thick balls slapping into your ass as he lost himself between your soft thighs. his cock grazed against your clothed clit and shot electricity up your spine — fuck, it was so hot.

“oh, my god, vik — wow, shit, you’re doin’ good.” you encouraged, eyes locked on his cockhead disappearing and reappearing between your plush flesh.

“hah, it feels so good, shit,” viktor panted, eyes cinched shut and brows screwed up, mouth popped open in pleasure. “it’s like — fuck, it’s so soft and — ‘m goin’ crazy.”

you didn’t even need viktor to vocalize to know that already — his humps were a bit clumsy in their quickness, but there was no denying he had a certain rhythm that you knew would feel so fucking good inside you. like a feral animal following its instincts, following the urge to fuck fast and breed.

your clit throbbed, and you were reminded of a rather prominent issue.

“mm, vik, c-can you maybe push your cock a li’l lower?” you panted out; the infrequency to the stimulation of your clit was starting to drive you crazy, you needed something more consistent.

viktor followed what you said, and now his hot cock was sliding directly over your clit with every slide between your hot thighs — your back arched slightly and you moaned, loud and lewd, and viktor shivered above you.

“does it f-feel good?” viktor asked, hips stuttering, eyes sliding open to stare at you in wonderment. you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth and nodded.

“yeah, yeah — keep goin’ like that and i’ll cum.” you nearly whined, thighs shivering and gut rolling. viktor groaned in the back of his throat and humped a little faster, aiming his hips down slightly to ensure he was hitting the right spot every time.

“fuck, vik! that’s so good!” you mewled, hips rolling up to grind your cunt against his cock. viktor let out a deep groan and his hips stuttered again, cock kicking up viciously.

“you’re wet,” viktor panted. “i-i can feel it through — shit, it’s so hot, i-i, fuck—!”

all you could do was nod along to his observations, gut hot and tight, skin buzzing with fleeting euphoria. every slide against your sopping cunt was driving you straight into nirvana, orgasm building.

“faster vik, fuck. fuck me faster n’ i’ll cum.” you whine, desperation clawing at your flesh — you were so close, right there; if only you had a li’l more pressure, if your clit could be rubbed faster, you’d explode.

viktor whimpered but sped up, slapping his thighs into your ass almost painfully, thrusts a li’l clumsy and desperate — for your orgasm or his own, you weren’t sure.

it sounded wet, rough, fuckin’ hot — slaps, moans, whimpers, slick squelches, curses, pleas; so many erogenous sounds melting together and bouncing off the walls. you were so close it hurt.

“oh my gooooood, vik, please,” you whined, hips rolling up faster, harder, chasing that glorious friction of viktor’s cock —

you didn’t realize your mistake until it was too late. viktor let out a garbled sound, one that sounded like a mix of a whine and a groan, and your eyes flew to your thighs just in time to see viktor explode.

thick, white ropes shot from his cockhead, splattering up between your ribs and soaking your stomach. viktor humped you shallowly as his balls twitched against your ass in time with the shooting of his load, small grunts and groans falling from his lips.

“‘m sorry, ‘m so sorry,” viktor mumbled mindlessly, “i did-didn’t mean to — you just looked so hot — it felt so good, ‘m sorry—”

you surged up and locked your lips with his, halting his babbling. it took viktor a second to register and respond, and when he did, it was a bit clumsy and breathy.

“it’s okay, vik,” you reassured between wet smacks, orgasm receding beneath your skin. “i promise it’s okay. you did so good.”

“but you didn’t—” viktor tried, but you pressed your lips to his more firmly, cutting him off. you reached down to grasp his hand and pull it from your thigh, guiding it between your legs.

viktor sucked in a sharp breath when his fingers met with the wet patch soaked into your panties; you pulled away from him just enough to lock your eyes with his.

“you can make it up to me, vik,” you murmured hotly — if you caught the waves fast enough, you knew you’d be able to pull your orgasm through fast. “jus’ rub my clit, ‘kay? i’ll guide you.”

viktor swallowed and nodded, and you surged in for a kiss again. you licked at the seam of his lips as you pressed his hand against your cunt, rubbing it in small, fast circles.

moans flew from your mouth and into his as viktor tried desperately to match the pace of your kiss, his tongue licking against yours and shoving into your own mouth.

“yeah, vik, jus’ like that. just rub it hard n’ fast, okay?” you whimpered, pleasure returning to your veins with a vengeance. those waves were crashing into you once again, feet dancing on the precipice.

viktor continued to repeat the same motions you’d showed him even as your hand left his; you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and committed yourself to devouring his mouth, licking his teeth, cheeks and tongue as he rubbed you straight to nirvana.

it felt so fucking good, so messy and sloppy and hot, and viktor was moaning into your mouth, soft cock twitching back to life as he pleasured you — everything was just right, and you were about to explode. just needed a bit more.

“faster vik, c’mon, ‘m about to cum — harder, baby, c’mon, doing so good,” you encouraged breathily, prompting viktor to speed up, and oh fuck—!

“yes, yes, keep goin’,” you panted, hips slamming forward into his hand, pulling a deep groan from his throat. you were right there, just a few more circles, yes, yes —

“coming!” you whined as it ripped through you, the waves hitting maximum strength, cunt throbbing and gushing, soaking your panties even further. viktor groaned into your mouth as you rode out your orgasm on his hand, as your slick coated his fingers and palm, as you licked into him gratefully.

“that was amazing,” you murmured between licks, body fuzzy in the aftershock of your orgasm. fuck, viktor was a quick study, you were beginning to realize. this may just be easier than you initially thought.

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reinam00n

3 months ago

♡dilf!nanami♡

warnings: baby fever, mating press, unprotected sex, cumming inside

art creds to @hercaptain and @narutoss.ramen

dilf!nanami who is the girl dad ever.

in fact, when dilf!nanami heard you were expecting girl twins, he was already ordering the matching pink strollers and cribs and little newborn baby onesies.

dilf!nanami who throughout your entire pregnancy, was plastered to your side, making sure your every need was meet, and constantly with a hand on your tummy, feeling for the little baby kicks.

dilf!nanami who when the babies were first born, was with you every step of the way, getting up out of bed at three in the morning if it meant his tired wife could get a few extra hours of sleep, feeding bottles to both of them if your breasts were too sore, rocking them in his big beefy arms and whispering how “daddy’s here”, and even strapping them to his chest in baby slings while he ran errands.

dilf!nanami who you can find cooing at your baby girls, making them giggle as he bounces them on his lap, blowing raspberries on their tummies and tickling them as he keeps them entertained for you.

and not only is dilf!nanami the best father, but he’s also the best husband.

dilf!nanami who after tucking in the babies to bed, tiptoes away to your bedroom.

because while he has to make sure the babies are tended to, he also needs to tend to his baby.

dilf!nanami who takes quick strides to your shared bedroom, wasting no time in sprawling his buff frame over you, pinning you easily down as he huffs hoarsely in your ear, “kids are asleep” while his bulge presses into your soft tummy.

dilf!nanami who is already half-hard at just seeing your chubbed belly and plush hips, your post-pregnancy body was just so tantalizing to him.

dilf!nanami whose hands roam your body with a desperate kind of need, squeezing and kneading tenderly as he places kisses all along your neck and jaw.

dilf!nanami who grunts lowly as your grabby hands reach for his cock, hastily pulling down his boxers until his length slaps against his stomach, spilling pearlescent beads of oozing precum across himself.

dilf!nanami who is huuung, swollen balls and thickened base all leading up to a perfectly symmetrical cock, the tip flushed an angry red and twitching wildly at your gaze.

dilf!nanami who quickly hooks a finger into your panties, shoving them aside before lining himself up, so heavy between your legs you can't help the small moan of anticipation you let out, wriggling your hips up impatiently.

dilf!nanami who only chuckles at his wife's eagerness, too quick to oblige as he begins to push in, past that first tight ring of muscle while you suck him in deeper.

dilf!nanami who groans at the greediness of your slobbering pussy, already trying to milk him for all he's worth as you clamp on tight around him.

"f-fuck, m'.. hah.. gonna cum if you don't stop sucking me in like that sweetie."

dilf!nanami who begins to roll his hips forward, filling you up inch by inch as your moans slur together, tongue lolling out dumbly.

he was just so big, you couldn't help it if you were already cock-drunk!

dilf!nanami who watches as your eyes roll back in your head when he starts up a mean pace, hips snapping into yours ferally while your spit-glossed lips hang open helplessly.

dilf!nanami whose hand comes down between your legs to stroke your twitching clit, the cool metal of his silver wedding band making you jolt with pleasure as you squirm under him.

dilf!nanami's baritone rumble of your name brings you back, as he suddenly throws your legs over his broad-framed shoulders, candied pink lips crashing onto yours in a craze as he folds you into a nasty mating press.

"wan' .. hah.. make ya a pretty mama again.."

"what?" you're gasping for breath, eyelashes fluttering as a familiar coiling heat begins to pool low in your tummy, winding closer with every harsh smack! of his hips into yours.

"can you do that f'me, my love?" dilf!nanami's words have begun to slur, eyes glossy as his throat bobs, pushing your legs up higher 'n higher. "have my babies again?"

drool has begun to seep out of the corners of your lips and with a mindless nod, you find dilf!nanami's hips bucking sloppily as he gets closer.

"say it."

you feel your tummy knotting achingly tight and with a hoarse cry you practically scream out, "k-ken' make me a mommy again! please!" before you're cumming, and cumming hard, creaming all over his cock until it's forming a little ring at his base.

dilf!nanami who is cumming seconds after you, your filthy words sending him over the edge with a soft groan as ribbons 'n' ribbons of hot, milky cum are shooting into you, filling you endlessly up until you're clawing at his back and crying with how stuffed you feel.

dilf!nanami who shudders and jerks over you, whispering small praises as the last wispy remnants of his seed empty into you, fingers coming to stuff the glossy dredges beginning to seep out of your ruined pussy back in.

you hiccup softly, whilst dilf!nanami shushes and coos at you to take it all, lovingly stroking your cheek and placing small kisses on your face while you recover.

dilf!nanami who after giving you a couple more orgasms and tiring you out, hears the babies begin to wail from the other room, tucking you in snugly before whispering “i’ll do it, you get some rest my pretty mama..”

LIKES AND REBLOGS APPRECIATED!

tagslist: @stickyyyv4mp @iluvgogurt445

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reinam00n

9 months ago

big beefy men who whine for you to let them cum! big beefy men who whimper while you bounce on their lap! big beefy men who hold onto the furniture and beg to “please, please let me touch you!” big beefy men who cry from how good it feels! big beefy men who hide their faces in embarrassment from the noises they make on accident! big beefy men who cling tight to you while fucking you so they can be as close as possible! big beefy men who whine and beg for you to give them a kiss while they’re balls deep! big beefy men who

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reinam00n

1 year ago

hello !! so like, i suddenly got a fever due to flu season (just when finals was over 😭) and i have this scenario in mind where mizu takes care of sick!reader/the other way around.

mizu w/ sick!reader

i imagine her to not be so good at it, only handling stitches and gash wounds whenever she gets hurt. so, when it's about fevers/other internal illnesses (+ the fact that no one probably showed her how to treat and deal with it), i think mizu goes on auto pilot and does whatever she thinks might work 😭

of course, being the kind soul that he is, ringo may offer his assistance. but mizu wants to be the one to take care of you.

[ + bonus points if mizu and reader has some sort of distance instead of having a close bond. imagine mizu grumbling how weak reader is and reader just goes, "you don't know what you're doing, do you?" ]

reader w/ sick!mizu

mizu rarely gets sick, she doesn't even remember the last time she had it. or the feeling of someone treating her while she laid down, vulnerable, somewhere hidden from view─or in bed, if she were lucky.

i think she's the type to neglect herself. saying "it'll pass" while wobbly holding her sword. this also explains why she doesn't know how to treat others, (ahem, you), as she had only sucked it up and dealt with it like another obstacle on the road.

im so sorry this is kind of long 😭 i love your works so much!!

a/n: THIS IS SO SWEEEET. and yes, mizu is 100% a girlfailure when it comes to this sort of thing

warning(s): swearing

word count: 710 words / 3,782 characters

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pairing: mizu x fem!sick!reader

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“could you lie down, please? for gods sake,” mizu narrowed her eyes at you, ushering you back toward the bed. she heads for a table on the other side of the room, littered with poultices.

did she have any clue what to do with them?

hell no.

but she would try whatever she thought could work, you being sick would only hinder your progress on the quest. and no way could she have that.

and she didn’t want you to be hurting, either.

you gaze at her across the room, your face was red and puffy—hot and under the weather. you can barley see her, due to your disoriented feeling, but she knew for a fact she had no fucking clue what she was doing.

“.. mizu,” you rasp. “you don’t know what you’re doing… do you?”

mizu freezes, if only for a second. she sighs, grumbling something under her breath.

“no,” she answers blankly. “I do not.”

“then why didn’t you take ringo’s help? I’m sure he knows something,” you murmur, your eyes trained on her as she walks over to you. she settles down on the edge of the bed.

her hand gently brushed the side of your face, “I want to be the one to care for you,” she whispers. “you’re my responsibility. I brought you out here, it’s my job to care for you.”

you’re not sure your face could get anymore flushed, but it somehow does, your heart pounding in your chest as your stomach drops.

“oh,” your mouth forms a cute little “o” shape, casting your gaze downward.

she chuckles, taking your hand and pressing a quick kiss to it.

“you’re going to get yourself sick,” you protest, watching as she gathers herself back to her feet—and heads for the table again.

“I don’t get sick, (y/n).” she shoots back.

“everyone gets sick at some point, mizu. even you. doesn’t matter if you think you’re built of—“ you cough in between words, “—steel, even.”

she scoffs, “I don’t think I’m made of steel. steel is a pure, strong metal. something I am not. nowhere close to it.”

you sigh. you never liked the way she talked about herself.

“whatever you think you are, mizu.. everyone gets sick. even you.” you reply.

she decides not to respond, this time, not wanting to argue you when you don’t feel well. she listens as the door opens, revealing ringo with a bowl of soup. he smiled, and placed it down on your bedside table.

“thank you, ringo,” you rasp, returning his infectious smile.

“of course, (y/n),” he replies, glancing at mizu. “are you sure you do not need help, master? I heard—“

she cuts him off with her hand, “I’ve got it, ringo. thank you.”

he seems surprised she even thanked him; but he nods his head and slides out of the room.

she grabs a poultice from the table, and walks over to you. she sets in down in your hands, gesturing for you to drink.

you look at her, skeptical that this is one that will even work.

“it isn’t poison,” she grumbled. “I know what poison looks like.”

you chuckle weakly, “I’m sure you do,” you gulp down the poultice, gaging a little at its bitter taste. “my fucking god.”

she laughs at your reaction, reaching over you in the bed and grabbing the bowl of soup.

“.. are you going to feed me?” you giggle, watching as she slides the noddles onto the chopsticks. for a minute, you thought she was joking. “oh. you’re serious?”

your heart flutters at the thought.

“does it look like I’m joking?” she raises an eyebrow.

you advert yourself gaze, “no.”

“than why are you asking?” she offers you the food again, waiting for you to take it.

you lean forward, and slurp the noddles into your mouth. “not sure,” you mumble between your food.

“then eat and be quiet,” she murmured.

you do as your told; smiling as she gently fed you. mizu was never so.. gentle. but you could see her hands shaking, she was scared she would fuck something up.

but here you were… sitting in front of her, having her feed you in your time of need.

you couldn’t help but love her.

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pairing: sick!mizu x fem!reader

warning(s): swearing

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mizu’s breathing was a bit raspy, a bit heavy as she held her sword wobbly in her hand. being sick was not something she dealt with often.

“mizu,” you narrow your eyes, “you need to sit down.”

“no.” she said firmly, her voice a bit raspy— “it’ll pass, (y/n).”

“I don’t care if “it’ll pass”. you need to sit down. now.” you commanded, grabbing her by the shoulders and pushing her down.

her eyes widen, staring up at you. she was never so forcefully handled, everyone was always so scared of her cold demeanor.

“.. okay,” she whispered.

“lie back in the bed—and I’ll get you some soup and some medicine. i think ringo’s almost done,” you gently gesture for her to lie down.

she does as she’s told, for once in her life. listening to other people was never her strong suit. but she didn’t feel well, and you wanted to care for her.

being cared for wasn’t… normal, to her. she never had a caring mother. her ex-husband tried to turn her in for a bounty.. care from someone else was new.

when you returned, you came back with a bowl of soup, and some medicine. a sticky, disgusting poultice.

“you need to take this,” you hand her the poultice. she gazed at it, disgusting in her hand. but she quickly took it, repulsed by the taste. “it’ll help, I promise.”

“.. right,” she rasped. her eyes travel to the bowl of soup, her eyes alone asking you to hand it to her.

“in a sec,” you place it on the table beside the bed, pulling at her overcoat. she almost jumped out of her skin. “relax.”

you pulled off her overcoat, taking off the layer beneath it, as well. all she was left in was her wrapped, binded chest.

“It’ll make you more comfortable,” you whisper. “eat.”

now, she was happy to do that.

she grabbed the bowl and slowly began to eat, making sure to be slow and steady—she didn’t want to be throwing up her guts later. not in front of you, at the least.

you slide into bed next to her, gently rubbing her sides with your fingers.

she leans into your touch almost instantly. god, why was she so weak to you?

“you’re going to make yourself sick,” she whispers.

“I don’t care,” you grumble back. “my only job right now, is to care for you. sound good?”

she scoffs, adverting her gaze. “.. sounds good.”

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a/n: HEYYYY holiday is over, back to your regularly scheduled programming!! (I did get p!nk tickets tho guys so that’s cool <3)

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