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zomaeliet · 2 years
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Sometimes I like to imagine what Viktor would be like absolutely RUINED.
NSFW, implied female reader but no pronouns mentioned (or just someone wearing makeup), oral, sexual descriptions
/If you see the asterisk (*), see the end for meaning or translation/
His usually unkempt hair matted and stuck to his forehead and the nape of his neck
His pupils blown wide in adoration and lust as he gazed at your form so perfectly perched between his thighs
Whimpering and stuttered begging in that thick accent that fans the flames in your stomach, thinking of the /other/ things he can do with that pretty tongue of his if only you merely mentioned wanting it
Viktor's pretty porcelain skin smattered in hickies, the shades of red and purple beautifully contrasting his paleness around his bobbing adam's apple
Lips bruised and swollen from your kisses and how hard he has been biting at them to contain himself
His beautiful, sculpted hands gripping onto whatever he can get them on, one buried in your hair and the other clawing at the sheets
Lipstick and love bites trail down his torso, peaking from his hastily unbuttoned shirt and pants
"моя любовь*, please - I'm abo - MMmph - about to-"
You don't let him finish what he's saying of course, you know you've teased and edged him for far too long and he's been just /so good/ for you, engulfing him in your mouth and sucking him off with new-found determination
The sounds he'd make would be absolutely downright UNHOLY. His groans are enough to make your knees buckle, your own hand working beneath you as you meet your end along with him
He'd sigh contentedly as his whole body relaxes from how tight he had been wound up, utterly exhausted from the whole ordeal.
He'd relax, that is, until he felt you atop him, your hips gyrating into his own, whimpering but truly he /loves/ the overstimulation - the way you manage to make it too much yet not /enough/ is his favorite thing in the world
His mind has been long wiped of the stress he carries with him when he returns from the lab, the only thing on his mind is /you./
You both know there is a long, long night ahead of you - and he'll love every second of it
*моя любовь or moya lyubov, means "my love."
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zomaeliet · 1 year
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Viktor, who smells like coffee and cedar, but also sometimes ash
Viktor, who's eyes are like liquid amber
Viktor, who's sly grin warms you to your very core
Viktor, who celebrates his victories in the way he stands a little straighter and he feels as though his leg hurts a little less
Viktor, who despite his shortcomings physically, is one of the most confident people you've ever met
Viktor, who clawed his way from the undercity and it far from weak
Viktor, ambitious, beautifully sculpted, intelligent and ever watchful
Viktor, who normally doesn't drink, opens a bottle of cheap wine with you and it still tastes like the best thing in the world as he kisses your slightly intoxicated lips
Viktor, who loves to cuddle but can't stay in one position too long without his body aching
Viktor, who would lay there for hours just to feel your heartbeat against his
Viktor, who loves you like he does with everything in his life, passionately and confidently
Viktor, who's cold fingertips touch you with such reverence, like it was you who could break from a gentle breeze
Viktor, who contemplates by pacing even after his body aches to the point of near collapsing because the movement helps him think
Your Viktor, the one you love with all your being
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zomaeliet · 2 years
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Bakugo Katsuki, Sleepless nights
Snores fill the otherwise silent room as you lie awake, staring at the boy you loved with all your heart as his eyelashes occasionally fluttered or he mumbled incoherently in his sleep, as you reach to brush a lock of hair from his face, his snoring stops and his eyes opening as ruby red orbs meet your own, a ghost of a smile spreading across his lips.
Scratchy from sleep, he mumbles "You're still awake? Just cuddle up to me, you damn nerd - I can't sleep when you're staring at me like that."
A soft chuckle leaves your lips, "but you're so pretty to stare at, I could just eat you up "Katsudon.""
He groaned, rolling his eyes as he held you against him, his warm breath fanning against the nape of your neck as he breathed in your scent. "You're lucky I love you, nerd."
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zomaeliet · 2 years
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Why are the people I follow not posting enough for me to devour?? I want your cool writing and I want more now >:(
(please take your time you guys are doing wonderful)
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