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VIKTOR TWT LINKS
INCLUDES— fingering, clit play, cunnilingus, making out, groping, blowjob/throat fucking (?), hand job, body worship, grinding, breast/nipple play.
WARNINGS— 21 links, all of these videos are for afab readers/viewers, don't like don't read/watch, make sure to be logged into twt/x beforehand, if some of the links stop working please lmk !
when making out and groping turns into fingering with viktor
riding viktor after he gets home from the lab
he loves being able to suck on your boobies
you asked him to be a little bit rougher with you
he said he was tired so you did the work for him
sub!vik has never had such a foul mouth before
squirming on his fingers
viktor loves your lips wrapped around his cock
he can't leave his pretty girl unsatisfied
asking for his cum inside of you
feeling each others arousal
vik likes to spend a good amount of time on foreplay
rutting against his face like this
more of him loving your tits
keeping warm together
he knows if he takes his head out of the pillow he'll be a moaning mess
eating you out is always one of his favourite past times
he's embarrassed to show his red face
you're always so sexy whenever you get a new set
he knows it's a little pathetic jerking his cock while you grind against his fingers
you're already sticky with his pre
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What a good one to round it out
viktor x reader writers. Lactation kink. On my desk. Now.
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viktor x reader writers. Lactation kink. On my desk. Now.
#heres hoping#she said having not even watched a single episode#viktor x reader#viktor arcane x reader#mama needs it please
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and if i said he totally and desperately ruts into you like a dog and cums quick while whimpering sweet nothings….?
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More mommy dom sub!Daisuke shit guys idk i think i have brain worms
CONTENT WARNING CW:
fem! Reader the authors poorly disguised mommy kink teasing bdsm elements
🌺 sub!Daisuke who lets you tie him up, his arms behind him, kneeling in front of you.
🌺 tonight, you made him a promise. “Make me cum, and I’ll let you fuck me.”
🌺 so, you hover just above him, pussy just inches away from his face.
🌺 and he tries so so hard to get his mouth on you, to taste you. But the fist in his hair tipping his head back is preventing him from getting any closer.
🌺 that’s the catch, of course.
🌺 “Come on, Dai. Don’t you want to cum? You wanna be a good boy for mommy?”
🌺 And he does, he really does. But after while, you sigh and let go, and step away from.
🌺 “Well, that’s alright. Maybe we can try again later.”
#daisuke juarez#daisuke nsft#guys im mentally sick i think#mouthwashing x reader#daisuke x reader#i want to be his mommy#desperately.#daisuke juarez x reader#nsft#nsft text#reader insert
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btw this applies to my own work
when the grammar is so bad but the content is so sparse you have to just power thru
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Daisuke likes to tease. It’s just an aspect of him you have to accept. Maybe you even like it, a little. But you’d be damned before you let him think he could get away with it without some sort of reciprocation.
CONTENT WARNING CW:
edging/ruined orgasm sub!Daisuke handjobs dacryphilia (crying but like, sexy) dubcon? or at least not negotiated kink implied but not said mommy/daddy kink because i am a coward
🌺 Pulling Daisuke away from his work one afternoon, into a utility closet in an empty part of the ship.
🌺 He thinks it’s for a quick make-out session. Which is A-OK with him. He often did the exact same thing, wandering away from the task he was supposed to be doing to find you and pull you away from your own work.
🌺 Sometimes it was easy. You would roll your eyes affectionately and follow him somewhere dark and quiet, where all manner of things could take place. Other times, however you took more convincing.
“Dai, really, I need to finish this.” You sighed, feeling his arms wrap around your waist from behind.
“y/n, pleeeasee…” He pleaded, making sure to sound as pathetic as possible.
You turned, intending to give him a stern look, but instead were met with the saddest look you had ever seen. Teary brown eyes and a pushed out bottom lip, it was a pleading look well practiced. And it was impossible to resist.
🌺 He’s surprised you are the one to initiate it, pleasantly so. In the darkness of the closet, he leans down to meet your lip. And continues down, down, down… until he realizes you are not standing in front of him. You’re on your knees.
🌺 and Hey, this is even better than a quick make-out!
🌺 He holds back a nervous bubble of laughter as you pop the button to his jeans. No matter how many times you do this, do anything, there’s always a little nervousness. Not that he’d ever admit it.
🌺 You slowly, slowly peel away his stupidly tight jeans. And already, he’s leaking, clear pre-cum leaving a wet stain on his briefs. The small sliver of light from under the door makes the sticky, shiny spot obvious.
🌺 He whines desperately as you pull his cock free. It’s hot and heavy in your hand, and he lets out another pathetic noise at your touch.
🌺 “Aww so messy baby…” You coo as your thumb drags through the clear fluid steadily leaking from his tip. He whimpers sweetly above you, hips thrusting uselessly into your fist. You pinch his hip threateningly, a warning to behave.
🌺 You begin to pump him slowly, methodically. Almost like you’re milking him for all he’s worth. The small room fills with his sweet sounds and the wet sound of flesh on flesh which increases steadily.
🌺 It’s embarrassing, how wet he is. Or at least, he would be embarrassed, if he was at all aware of it. But he was too lost, chasing each drag of your hand with a weak thrust of his own.
🌺 You can tell when he’s getting close, even if he doesn’t say it. His breathing picks up, and his pace becomes sloppy. The muscles in his thighs tense, and you know he’s almost over the edge.
🌺 “Y/n- I’m-“ He manages, voice strangled and cut off by a desperate sob, high in his throat. He’s so close. Just a bit more-
🌺 And just as he cums, you drop your hand. He sobs pathetically, orgasm ruined by your cruelty. It was so close, but it wasn’t enough, and you both knew it. You’re thankful for the dark, as it hides the smile that creeps across your face.
🌺 “Y/n, please-“ He sobs, fat tears welling in his eyes.
🌺 “Oh, my poor baby-“ You coo sweetly, voice syrupy and sympathetic. “My hand must have slipped. I’m so sorry sweet boy.”
🌺 And you start again. He comes apart so easily under your touch, unable to do anything but rut into your hand like an animal. His sounds are pathetic, moans becoming sobs as he chases another orgasm.
🌺 And, again, as he’s about to cum, you let him go again, thrusting into the empty air. This time, he does cry, tears spilling over his flushed cheeks. It’s a shame you can’t quite see it in the dark, but judging by his pleading, its probably exactly what you imagined.
🌺 He can barely hold himself up, overstimulated but desperate to cum just once, to chase the pleasure instead of having it taken from him at the last minute. He leans forward, forehead pressed against the cool metal of the door. His eyes are closed, but he knows you are sitting there, watching him fall apart.
🌺 “Please- pleaseplease please-“ He whimpers, lip quivering.
🌺 “Hmm- but I already let you cum twice… don’t tell me thats not enough for you, greedy boy..” You tease. You push yourself up onto your feet, standing in front of him now. You take his chin in your hands, gently guiding him to look at you. “Why should I let you cum again, Daisuke? Really, this has taken up more of my time than I would have liked. And it’s not my fault you’re just so messy my hand slipped.”
🌺 He leans into your touch, cheeks hot as if he was running a fever. “Please…” He pleads, looking up at you with that same puppy dog expression.
🌺 And well, who were you to deny him.
#daisuke x reader#nsft#nsft text#daisuke nsft#daisuke mouthwashing#daisuke juarez#guys i am not proud of this
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Sweet
Summary: Privacy is hard to come by on the Tulpar. Daisuke and the old porn magazine he found while cleaning a storage closet are harder.
Sub!Daisuke x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 1.9k
Warnings: Smut, NSFW, 18+! Very minimal plot. Sub!Daisuke, needy!Daisuke, fem!reader, Daisuke is very sexually frustrated, Daisuke jerks off to a model that looks like reader, little bit of hair pulling, some degradation + praise, oral (F receiving), face sitting, kind of thigh riding?, male masturbation, choking, premature ejaculation, slight overstimulation, use of "good boy", cum play?... I think that's all!

Daisuke flips through the pages of the stupid magazine he found. At least half of them are ripped out - Whoever left it in the storage closet must have kept the ones they liked. That doesn’t leave much material for Daisuke. He’s left with half-dressed, bikini-clad, censored models. He has a good imagination, but not when he’s trying to jerk off! He just wants something to look at for fuck’s sake!
The very last page is the jackpot. She’s naked except for her panties - Daisuke can work with that! It helps she has similar features to you. Really helps.
Really, really helps, apparently. He’s already leaking precum when he gets his dick free, smearing a glob on the inside of his boxers. He shudders and curses under his breath, wrapping a shaky hand around his throbbing cock.
“Fuuck…” He groans, holding the magazine tightly enough that it bends in around his fingers. “Y/N…”
He bites down on his lip. He can’t be making any noises right now. His quarters don’t have a lock. The very last thing he needs right now is someone walking in - Especially you. If you heard him saying your name while he jerks off, you would not only hate him, but you could report him! His career would be over before it even began, and he’d be outcast on the Tulpar for the rest of the mission. Even Jimmy would hate him.
Daisuke lets his eyes shut so his imagination can take over. The model who looks like you is posed with her legs spread, her underwear covering her vulva but her tits out, ripe for viewing. He tries to imagine you sitting in front of him like that, your perfect boobs and your warm pussy just inches away, on display just for him. He would bury his nose in that thin, damp cotton and just breathe you in for as long as you’d let him. He would pull the fabric aside with his teeth and lick your slick away until it’s all replaced with his saliva.
If you’d let him, he would fuck you. Oh, he would fuck you. He hasn’t had sex in a couple years, but he thinks about it constantly, especially since he boarded the Tulpar. It’s been torture being trapped in space with no privacy and no material. This magazine was supposed to be his saving grace, but it’s just not doing it for him.
Imagination just isn’t enough for him. He needs some porn or something, something where the plot is already there for him to enjoy. He’s not good at coming up with it on his own!
He huffs out a frustrated breath. This is so not fair. He’s basically still a teenage boy, he shouldn’t be subjected to this kind of torment. It’s painful, truly painful.
He tries to stroke faster, squeeze harder, fuck up into his own fist. It doesn’t do much. He just needs something more.
“Daisuke?” A voice calls from the hall. There’s only two women on board, and that’s definitely not Anya’s voice. Daisuke’s eyes go wide with panic. He crumples the magazine in his hand and tries to pull his pants up as quickly as he can.
He’s not fast enough.
“Daisu- Oh! There you are, I’ve been looking for you!” You only spot his face at first. His guilty, flushed face. That expression makes you look him over, from head to toe. “Oh.”
He swallows, trying to subtly cover his unzipped fly with his forearm. “Hi. Hello. You were looking for me?”
“Uh-huh…” You narrow your eyes, unconvinced by his innocent act. “Yeah, I was… What’re you up to?”
“Um,” He looks around aimlessly. “Nothing.”
“Right.” You step into the room and close the door behind you. Daisuke tenses. His dick twitches in his pants. “Nothing.”
He nods weakly, his eyes locked on you as you walk closer. And closer. And then you’re right in front of him, cocking your head to the side as if you already know everything he was doing.
“Nothing,” You move his arm out of the way, planting a knee down between his thighs on the creaky mattress. He tries to move it back, cover up the tent in his pants, hide the evidence, but you don’t let him. “You weren’t doing something dirty, were you?”
He lets out a shallow little breath, a failed attempt at a laugh. “N-No. Of course not.”
You move your knee higher up between his legs, letting it press against his bulge.
“You sure?”
He whimpers. Truly fucking whimpers. It’s pathetic and guilty and so inviting.
“Thought so…” You murmur, grinding your knee into his clothed cock, watching the way he starts to squirm. “Did I interrupt?”
“I wasn’t…” He tries to deny it - It’s a real, honest attempt - But it’s no use. You know. “Yes…”
“Oh, you poor thing,” You coo, resting your hand on his cheek. He leans into your palm like a cat. “Were you close?”
He shakes his head. “No… Can’t do it…”
You smirk, tilting his head down so he’s watching you knee his dick. You press your forehead into his so you can watch as well. “Aw, you can’t? Do you need some help?”
His groan is more than enough of an answer. He looks up at you, his head still tilted down. It’s the prettiest fucking thing you’ve ever seen.
“Please.”
It’s the prettiest fucking thing you’ve ever heard.
Your hand wraps around his throat, squeezing gently at the sides. You can tell by the way his lips part and his eyes unfocus that he likes the feeling.
“I’ll make sure you’re taken care of.” You whisper, moving your other hand down to his pants. You only have to pop open the button and tug the denim down. He’s straining in his boxers and started soaking through the fabric.
But you don’t take his dick out. Instead, you start to take your own pants off. Daisuke is half expecting (and hoping) you’re wearing a strap-on or something - The way you take control is making him think of things he’s never considered before. If he was gonna let anyone peg him, it would be you.
But there’s no silicone instrument under your pants. Just a pair of blue underwear, which is even better right now. Daisuke wants to lick you.
And then your underwear is on the ground and Daisuke really wants to lick you.
“Y/N.” He mumbles, his eyes locked on to what he can see of your cunt. He feels spit pooling in his mouth. If he opens it again, he’s sure he’ll drool.
“Daisuke,” You climb onto the bed on your knees and slowly push him down onto his back. “Are you gonna be a good boy? Gonna lick my pussy?”
Oh, fuck. He whines, shifting impatiently on the bed. His hands have a mind of their own. They find the back of your thighs - God, your thighs - And urge you up towards his face.
“Sit on my face,” He pleads softly, feeling desperate. He’s never felt so foggy before. All he wants is to taste you, feel your thighs around his head, breathe you in. “Please.”
You thread your fingers through his hair, holding his head in the right position. You slowly crawl up towards his head, setting your knees on the shitty mattress on either side of it. You don’t sit down just yet.
“Make me come,” You tell him, no room for disagreement. Not that he would ever dare to pass up an opportunity like this. “If you don’t, we’re never doing this again.”
He tries to lick you, lifting himself up as much as he can before you pull his hair and guide him back to how you want him.
“Did you hear me?” You sound stricter this time.
“Yes, yes…” Daisuke shuts his eyes, frustrated. “I’ll be good, I’ll make you come. I’ll be a good boy.”
“Mm… that’s what I like to hear.” You purr, slowly lowering yourself down onto his face.
His mouth is ready. He’s licking messy stripes up your cunt before you’re even down all the way. The round tip of his nose bumps your clit. You can tell he’s going on passion alone, but it makes you feel good, much better than you were expecting.
You don’t tell him that, though.
“C’mon,” You chastise, voice breathless. “I know you can do better than that.”
He whines into your pussy, sucking your clit into his mouth and flicking his tongue across it until you moan. He’s proud of himself for getting that reaction out of you, laving his tongue down your folds until he’s at your hole. He pushes his tongue past the pulsing muscle, his eyes rolling back as he gets a good taste of you. You’re heady and sweet and so fucking delicious.
“That’s it…” You tighten your grip on his hair, absentmindedly rolling your hips against his face. “Good boy.”
Fuck, that gets to him. He feels his hips buck up off the bed, his cock twitching, achy and leaking.
He could stay between your legs forever, lapping up your juices and nuzzling your clit for hours on end. If you’d let him. Maybe you would. You are letting him do this, after all.
All of his focus is on making you come. He’s never made a girl finish before, admittedly. Not for lack of trying, but simply lack of skill. But he feels confident this time. What he lacks in skill he makes up for in sheer need.
He wraps his hands around your thighs, pulling you further down onto his face. He can barely breathe, but he doesn’t need to breathe. He needs to get you off. Needs to prove to you that he deserves your attention, your touch. That you should let him do this again - Everyday, if he can.
It’s actually embarrassing how quickly Daisuke gets you off. It feels like almost no time has passed when your legs start to shake, your back arches, and your thighs tighten around his head. He makes a noise, a high-pitched keen, almost a squeal, but you barely even notice it as you come. You gush onto his tongue, into his mouth. He’s squirming under you, lapping your wetness up and kissing your damp skin as much as he can.
You lift yourself up onto shaky legs, holding the headboard to keep yourself upright. Daisuke is panting under you, trembling even more than you are.
“Did you come?” He whispers, looking up at you pleadingly, his pretty eyes genuinely worried that he failed.
“Mhm,” You brush his hair out of his face. “You did… so good, honey…”
“Tell me I’m a good boy…” He licks his lips, and then around them, trying to get his tongue to reach his chin and nose.
“You’re a very good boy,” You coo, wiping your slick off of his face with your thumb. He eagerly sucks your thumb into his mouth. “A very good fucking boy… Jesus…”
You sink back onto your butt, trying to catch your breath. It’s then that you let your eyes drift down to his boxers.
His soaked boxers.
You push your palm down, feeling the cum stick to his dick under the fabric. He twitches and gasps, sitting up onto his elbows.
“Oh, honey,” You purr, smearing his cum around in his boxers, ruining the cotton and coating his cock in his release. He’s not fucking real. He came from eating you out. “You’re fucking perfect.”
He mewls, his legs squeezing together and bending at the knee, trying to push your hand away from his sensitive bulge. “Y/N…”
“Alright, alright,” You smile, taking your hand off of his boxers. You give his thigh a comforting squeeze and feel him relax under your touch. “Next time.”
Maybe Daisuke won’t have to worry about being pent up anymore.

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chat i need kim pine x fem!reader content so badly please i yearn for it
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scott pilgrim definitely humped wallace wells thigh while he was reading the newspaper at some point in their roommate-ship.
#trans scott or cis scott this applies to both#nsft text#nsft#scott pilgrim#scollace#wallace wells#scott pilgrim nsft#scott pilgrim smut#smut#thigh riding#trans scott pilgrim
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