requiemofthewinds

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Set after Jayce returned from the alternate timeline and smashed Salo..

Read from left to right (open the images to have a clearer order)

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it was so painful to watch for simon, watching johnny plow you into the bed while you moaned and whimpered that scottish dummy's name while he was forced to just sit there and watch was some sick form of torture, anything worse than what they taught in the military

it was because simon had been a bad boy, being bratty all day and having an attitude with you, and you were incredibly needy of some dick so what better way to get back at simon than to have his best friend fuck you in front of him

and you knew simon wasn't gonna do anything, you specifically told him sit right there in the chair and lord knows that man does what he's told especially if it's you telling him what to do

"fuck Lt your bonnies hole is so fuckin' good" johnny moaned thrusting deeper, just hearing those words had simon gripping the arms of his chair, you could see the obvious boner in his pants but you told him no jerking off

"shit simon, johnny fuck me so well, so fucking deep in my ass" you grin knowing just saying those words is ticking him off more and more, you knew the moment this was all said and done simon was dragging yo to his room to fuck the sonic coins out of you

but right now this was to fun "m'gonna cum" you heard johnny mumble "cum in me" you moaned locking you legs around his waist, johnny looked up at simon to see him staring back at him with furious eyes.

"mm mm don't look at si, i said fill this hole" you grabbed johnnys chin and made him look at you and he god did you look hot doing that, johnny just let his load out right into you, fucking it deeper and deeper as he rode out his high before finally finishing and plopping down next to you

just to rub it in a little more you leaned over and gave johnny a nice wet kiss while looking simon directly in his eyes, lord knows you wont be able to walk tomorrow morning but this was so worth it

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GUYS GUYS GUYS. hear me out. dune arcane au? i will figure it out. do i draw it? do i write it? drawing will take longer.. but i have to think more about writing.. hm.

(i probably will just write it either way)

(also i’ve only read half of the first book so it’d probably be based off the movies)

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They crashed the dunerunner :c

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cuteness aggression

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revised! i felt like it was a little empty so i did a lil chibi version of them >:)

first piece of art i’ve been happy with in a while 😔

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Powder finds a friend :)

this is how meeting jayce went

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full on my [ X | Bsky ] + i left something extra on my Patreon too!!

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@crowwkui 's butch Bruce Wayne 😋

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I have in mind to do a little series of drawing of this kind, like “Jayce tend to Viktor” or something similar. I love to make them this intimate

Slight NSFW of the blue/pink one undercut, full picture on ❌ and 🦋

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"you should be at the club" I should be working on my fanfic

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drain you

viktor x transmasc reader (t4t)

cw: angsty smut, dom!viktor, overstimulation, fingering, subdrop, sprinkle of gender dysphoria, aftercare, banter, mention of switching, smoking, hurt/comfort, cuddling in a dry bathtub, reader needs therapy, titled after a nirvana song

summary: viktor drains you and then refills you again. (he basically takes care of you when you're having a sub drop)

note: this req is from so long ago it's pathetic ><

hodný chlapec = good boy

nádech, výdech = breathe in, breathe out

jde ti to skvěle = you're doing great

art by @petitesieste, edited by me

First, he storm-tossed you by dipping his fingers in your hole and finding the sensitive spots. And his face showed that grin you always saw when he got hit with the awareness of control.

Your fingers hurt from clutching the sheets.

After this, his starved mouth met your folds, and you let him indulge in your depths. You dripped on his tongue, offering him your liquid. Your legs were shaking, but he held your thighs and what was between them, he ate till the bones were bare.

Then, he filled you with the glass length he measured for your inside. All that time, he spent lying between your open legs, not bleeding the limited energy out of his body.

And now, he drained you with tides of his unsatisfied cunt rubbing you where it impacted. And like these tides, you came again and again, drying a little and returning to that state, again and again. It returned and soaked you, again and again.

How many times have you came? The mattress was ocean abyss. Made of slick, sweat and tears.

You were a resilient man, indeed. A steady pillar was what the people's eyes saw in you. But not Viktor. In that unbreakable shell lied a pearl available only for him.

You let him open you, knowing he craved drops of control his frail physicality deprived him of.

He dyed your mind the color of air, and dipped you in the ocean, controlled by the will of his currents.

Despite the rest of his small body being cold, his core felt warm. Viktor rubbed your growth with his, quietly whimpering and putting on an accomplished smile every time you ejaculated waters onto his thigh and trembled under him. You were prepared for him stroking your head, while making you lick it off his thigh. He held you in place by his shoulders.

You felt small in the vast waters, despite being so much stronger than him. And you could always drop him off yourself, but why? Not now, at least.

Viktor praised you by tangling your fingers with his and putting up your hand to kiss it.

“Hodný chlapec.” He whispered. Your hand was trembling between his fingers.

Viktor’s clit pulsed evenly and grinded on yours so precisely, like he calculated every move. Typically calculating to create, now doing it to destroy you. Playing with your holes for an unknown time, just to stimulate his for when arriving to the finish. You hissed and Viktor stroked your cheek, covered in sweat and tears. You leaned to the touch, whining like a deprived cat.

He dripped down your growth, seeing your eyes watering and wet lips parting. You squirmed, or at least tried under Viktor’s pelvis and his lithe hands that grabbed your wrists and pinned them over your head. You were a tough man that had handled the delicate and precise fingers that spent their time tinkering and now could handle the cunt that nourished itself off your disarray.

Until you didn't.

Until the pleasure withered out, leaving just pain that made your body quake.

You gasped for air, splitting all the waters out of yourself. You pulled yourself up with your hands, as if you actually were saving yourself from the death by drowning. And trickles of sweat dripped down from your soaked skin.

"Ah-, fuck." You breathed, tears streaming down your cheeks. "Hydrangea..."

Viktor stopped, but you were still covered in salt.

“Do you wish to stop?” He said with soft voice that pulled you to the shore.

“Yes, please.”

“Okay.” A quick, innocent word, as he slid himself down your thigh. But you were still shaking, barely breathing. Tears dried on your cheeks and formed in your eyes.

“Miláčku…” His words were a light in the water. “Breathe with me.”

You focused on his breath – loud and manual, coming out of weak lungs. You tried to replicate it. But your body was still a puddle after everything he’s done. You swallowed air.

“Nádech, výdech.” He knew his mother tongue was an anchor for you. “Jde ti to skvěle.” He whispered, stroking circles on your chest.

Your chest was rising and falling, evening its tides, as Viktor murmured Czech words between his lips.

Viktor put on his boxers, grabbed his cane and stood up. After lighting up his cigarette, he threw you your sweatshirt and boxers. But your muscles were liquid, like the tears quietly flowing down your face. Viktor wiped them off with the sweatshirt.

Slowly, your shaking hands dressed you in the clothes. You sat on the bed. Your sight disturbed before you and your mind felt heavy. Viktor stroked your head and looked at the bed – a pond.

“You might be a bit dehydrated.” He sat down and handed you a glass of water from the bedside table. Sipping from a straw, you laid your head on his sharp, narrow and bare shoulder. Viktor, unlike you, was wearing just his boxers, not even braces.

“Do you need anything?” He said, stroking your head. “A bath, perhaps? You smell horrible from all this sweat.” He chuckled.

“Well, you’re guilty.”

Viktor only snorted in response and blew out cigarette smoke.

“Yes, I’d like a bath.”

Viktor stood up, steadying himself on his cane. With the other hand, he helped you stand up. Your legs wobbled.

“Ah, fuck.” You landed on a wall. “That’s your fault too, Viktor.”

Viktor sneered, leaning on his cane. “Do not pretend you didn’t enjoy how I destroyed your hole.”

“Next time I’m destroying yours.”

“I would be happy to agree.”

He let you lean on him, and this way you two went to the bathroom. The light switch clicked under Viktor’s hand. The glow pierced your eyeballs. You squeezed your eyes shut.

“Can you-”

Viktor only nodded, as if reading your thoughts. The bathroom changed back onto the comforting gray.  

A thing in you told you to do it – you sat in the empty bathtub, still clothed. Maybe you were just too tired to undress. The cold of the armature surrounding you felt weirdly comforting. You were hiding in it like a fish in the rocks.

Hiding, from what?

Viktor wanted to say something. But your breath shortened, and his grin faded. Just now, it hit you, the feeling of your chest having been spread open and drained of all blood. Air scratched your organs. You have opened yourself for Viktor to relish and now felt the pain. But… you agreed to this, didn’t you?

That’s why you couldn’t pinpoint the reason for another round of tears running down your face. You hid your face in your hands.

Viktor called your name.

“Hm?”

“Are you alright?” He was sitting on the edge of the bathtub, with cigarette in his hand.

“I don’t know… I don’t know what is happening.”

Viktor left the cigarette in an ashtray you have bought him. He put his healthy leg in the bathtub, then the other, kneeling between your ankles. His cold hand stroked your cheek and made you look at him, with your red eyes.

“Do you need something?” His voice was full of concern, with a scatter of self-disappointment. “Did I-”

“No!” You interrupted, tears staining your cheeks. “It’s not about you, I promise… It’s just me being hysterical and irrational.”

Words from your mouth made you want to tear off your skin, but that was just a fact – despite all your metamorphoses, right now you were a hysterical and irrational thing.

“You’re a human and humans are irrational creatures.” He said, getting closer. His face maybe centimeters from yours, and the distance gradually minimizing.

You felt his eyelashes stroking your forehead, and chapped lips kissing your tears. You wrapped your hands around his small torso and pulled him closer to yourself.

Viktor nuzzled his nose into your shoulder. Despite his body being so cold, he gave you such warmth.

“Oh, Viktor… If you knew what you make me experience.” You started. “As tough as I may be, you of all people make me feel so weak. But like, without a danger. Like I can open you my ribs and let you caress my insides, knowing you won’t rip anything out…”

Viktor lifted himself up, scrunching his nose. “How did you come up with that metaphor? Were you watching something in darknet?”

You giggled between tears. “And I don’t think they fully closed yet.”

“Your darknet tabs?”

“My ribs…” You laughed feebly. “I'm still not quite in the real world. I need time, and you. Come here Vik.”

Viktor laid on you again. You focused on his body weighing on yours, and a light pain caused by your shoulders uncomfortably pressing against the bath surface. But it was bearable, grounding even. And Viktor was here. Here, on your chest, pinning you not to let you swim away. Like an anchor. One of your hands traveled to his soft, brown hair, the other on his bony back. The world gradually became real, as real as your partner’s love and patience for you.

Your body became real too. Your skin sensed Viktor’s bony hand sliding under your shirt, landing on your ribcage and floating with your rising and falling chest, at the same time feeling your heartbeat. Your lungs were breathing air, heart beating, and your stomach was grumbling.

You tapped Viktor’s back to get his attention.

“Let’s order pizza.”

“That comes from your funds.”

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wgatever….. spills my jayberries everywhere

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Jayvik glances/stares S2 Act 3 pt.2

pt.1

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Jayvik glances/stares S2 Act 3 pt.3

pt.2

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Another childhood friends jayvik comic! I just love this au a lot okay ToT

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hey so guess who got his period.. which means that i’m confined to my bed which ALSO means that i’m probably gonna be writing moreeee

so prepare for writing fueled by pure agony and the angst of a guy getting his uterus punched