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carcarcraziiv2 · 1 month

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good afternoon, a request please, a request from the LOL boys, viktor, sett and the boy of your choice x reader how do you react if someone bothers the reader who is a vastaya cat or rabbit as you like

Oh my god, yes.

Yes YES YES I LOVE VIKTOR AND IM SO EXCITED TO WRITE FOR HIM WTH??!?!?

These are head cannons for Viktor, Sett, and Draven!

<3 Here you go! I hope you enjoy it!! :3

CONTENT / TW: General pushy person behavior (i.e. persistently asking out, messing with, touching), teasing/bullying behavior, defensive s/o, jealous s/o

VIKTOR~

Viktor! is observant. He likes to study your reaction and resolution to things, keeping a level head.

Viktor! notices a lot more about your reactions than you think- like how your ears perk up and your luxurious tail whips ever so slightly when you're excited, or how you fold in on yourself when you're upset.

When Viktor! came out of the dressing room with a few shirts hanging over his arm to see your ears pressed flush against your head, your tail wrapped like a coiled snake around your leg, his vision turned white.

Viktor! didn't wait to ask what was going on when he approached the man who had you pinned against the wall. Your eyes were wide as you sheepishly stood there.

Viktor! didn't take his time- he grabbed the man by his shoulder, turned him around and swung his cane into the man's ankles.

"Do not touch who is mine," Vik snarled, before grabbing you by the elbow and briskly leading you out of the shop.

"If that ever happens again," his accented voice still airy with adrenaline as he speaks, "yell for me. Understood?"

Sett~

Sett! Rarely leaves your side. Arm constantly wrapped around your shoulders or midsection. You don't mind, you feel safe with him like that.

The one time Sett! left your side, he saw a dear friend at the park the two of you were at, and you gave them some space to catch up for a little bit.

Sett! has always been protective- so when he turns to glance at you and see's a bunch of teenage boys messing with your tail and ears- tears threatening to spill from your eyes, he swiftly cut off the conversation with his friend.

Sett! is a big, and I mean big, man. It is very few and far between that people aren't intimidated by him, even though you knew his true golden retriever nature.

The boys didn't see him approach, startled slightly when he spoke.

"You kids want to try that shit with me?" When they turned and coward, Sett! reached his hand up and flicked his ear to enunciate his statement.

"Bet you won't." His eyes were fierce as he stood there tall and awaiting response. The kids didn't even respond, they just turned and ran away.

"Th- thank you," you sniffled, seeking refuge against Sett's body.

"Anytime, baby. I really can't let you out of my sight, can I?"

Draven~

Draven! is a showoff- to the max. There are no bounds to his pride, showing off his possessions, and that includes you.

Draven! adores your attitude and ability to handle tough situations on your own. You very rarely call to him for aid about anything, so when he heard your sweet voice bellow his name at the battle arena, he knew something was seriously wrong.

"Leave me the fuck alone," you had snarled, two eager fans of Draven! obsessing over whom they called, "his new little toy".

"What, you really think with all his admirers he'd pick a ratty Vastayan like you?" one of them snorted, grabbing your arm to yank you out of Draven's! seat in the overhanging viewing balcony.

You dared a quick glance down into the arena to see a sweaty muscular Draven! cheering along with the audience over the fallen man before him.

Seeing him so feral, you wanted to see what he'd do in response to your current predicament. So you yelled- and loud.

"DRAAAAVENNNNN!" The speed at which his head whipped in your direction was uncanny, creepy almost. You smirked at the poor fools who promptly released your wrist.

"Bye bye," you smiled, as you watched Draven's blade soar past your face.

#Viktor x reader #Sett x Reader #Draven x reader #League of legends x reader

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carcarcraziiv2 · 2 months

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aphelios and squirting plz i need him so bad

I love this so much. I am sorry to you and to everyone else with requests how long this has been taking me- but like I said I am going to get the ball rolling! Here is this one in (kind of) HC style :3 Here you go bb. I hope you enjoy <3

18+ MDNI~~

TW: squirting (obviously), sex, cum... I mean there's not much else to it. Fem! Reader (idk if that wasn't obvious, cuz squirting). AS ALWAYS ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK :3

Word Count: 309

Aphelios was shy at first.

Aphelios always gets absolutely flustered anytime you teased him. He can't stop thinking about eating you out, playing with your tits, or pounding with his cock until your pretty voice screams his name.

The first time the two of you went further than making out, the feeling of his long fingers plunging and out of your leaking cunt and his warm wet tongue stroking your clit had you in an abyss of ecstasy.

You were both surprise when you squirted all over him and the bed. You had never done that before.

It made you shy. It made Aphelios feral.

Thereafter he was insatiable. Basically begging you to let him get between your thighs with his tongue and long skilled fingers.

That initial incident, AKA the most insane orgasm you ever had, wasn't the last surprise. Once the two of you finally fucked, it was Phel's mission to feel your squirting and clenching around his cock, too.

It wasn't long after he angled your hips beneath him and placed his fingertips against your clit in a consistent rhythm that he felt you constricting around him.

Through your squinted pleasure filled eyes you could see him nodding at you, enticing you further with his eyebrows creased and bottom lip between his teeth.

The sight alone would of had you gushing, but seeing his frame shaking as if to stop himself from coming too soon made you feel even more in depth with the waves of pleasure that were washing over you. Soon enough, you were squirting so hard that he had to pull his cock out, just as he came all over the pretty face of your pussy.

Later on, he wrote to you on his phone while you cuddled in bed-

I can't wait to tell Sett about this.

You just scoff, slapping him on the chest.

"Absolutely not."

#Aphelios x Reader #Heartsteel Aphelios x Reader #Hearsteel x reader #League of Legends x Reader #Anon Requests~ Heartsteel #Aphelios Smut

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carcarcraziiv2 · 2 months

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Here are my eye banner headers i did for daddy Jhin... feel free to use but make sure you cred me if you do :3

#jhin lol #khada jhin #jhin the virtuoso #league of legends #jhin league of legends #jhin

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carcarcraziiv2 · 2 months

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Holy mother of pearl 👏👏👏👏

Men With Big Noses

You accidentally let on to Hiromi Higuruma that you find his big nose sexy-- so he shows you exactly what he can do with it.

Warnings: 18+ as always, Higuruma is nearly face-sat to death and would absolutely die a happy man.

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"Why have you poured me another glass of wine?"

"Why not? You've had a long week. I've had a long week. And I don't want to finish the bottle alone, so..." Hiromi pressed the glass into your hand, planting a deliberately sloppy kiss on your cheek as you laughed, slapping him away, "Drink up."

Feigning disgruntlement, you mumbled into your wine as you shot Hiromi a side-eye.

He loped, slim and wiry, to the windows, swirling his wine glass thoughtfully, one hand in his pocket as he stared out over the Tokyo skyline. Your relationship was new, only just into the early stages of physical intimacy, but you caught yourself looking him up and down over the rim of your wineglass.

It was his brain that had attracted you at first. Fiercely intelligent, Hiromi appeared to see straight through you, and adore you anyway. His passion certainly wasn't limited only to his career. He was dry and sharp, but conversely so mellow at points. He kept you guessing, but never about how he felt about you. You had never found a partner so unusually thrilling as him.

But you couldn't deny...there was a certain something about how he looked that made the gears deep in your belly whir, puzzled and magnetic in your attraction towards him. But you couldn't work out what that something was.

You approached him slowly, breathing in the heady fumes of your wine as you appraised him; his eyes, and the way they turned into pools of pitch black when he looked at you? No. His fine-boned hands, so articulate and clever, that you wondered what else they could be clever with? No, not that either. His body, lithe and slim but deceptively strong? You sighed, unable to puzzle it out. You were halfway through your third glass of wine now, feeling loose, warm, intimate--

"I can't work out what it is that you find attractive about me."

You jumped, your remaining wine sloshing as he turned to you, his sloped eyes sparkling with curiosity, inquisitive and dark. You gaped for a moment, your brain short-circuiting as you swore he had read your thoughts, and said the first thing that came to your head--

"Your nose." Hiromi snorted into his wineglass, hand over his eyes now as he shook with mirth. His hand lowered, fingering his big, hooked nose, and he laughed again.

"Be serious," he chastised. Your inhibition had abandoned you, emboldened by the alcohol.

"No, I...I mean it. There's something sort of...sexy about it. Men with big noses."

"Oh?" He approached you slowly, hand still in his pocket, a slow, sloping walk, "All men with big noses? Is that a kink?" Oh, those eyes. Dark and glowing, like little coals in the dark, and looking at you like that, you felt heat rush through you, so scrutinised--

"Or-- or maybe-- just yours I think. A you-specific kink. I wonder what you could do with that nose, other than-- other than--" You flushed, downing the rest of your wine. He was close now, and your skin felt electric. Not breaking eye-contact as he stared into you, he slowly reached out to take your empty glass, draining his own now and placing them both on the table.

Pulling you in with one hand on the small of your back, and the other creeping up the side of your face, he leaned over you. Still teasing you, his big eyes hooded, he ghosted the tip of his nose over the side of your neck, tracing shapes against your pulse point.

You pressed one hand against his chest, the other into his hair as you shivered.

"--other than?" he prompted. He laughed again, rich and bold, "My nose," he scoffed, "Where would you like my nose?" You blushed, mortified, and tried to shove him away for teasing you, but he held on tight, rubbing his nose gently against yours now. He kissed you, leaning you backwards, deep and convicted in his hold on you.

Your head wasn't swooping just with the wine now. Plaiting your fingers behind his neck, you suddenly didn't feel embarrassed to tell him what you wanted. You pulled away from his kiss, and he leaned his forehead against yours, nose to nose, as he stared into your eyes, your gaze shy and averted.

"Between...between my legs, maybe." You regretted it the moment you said it, hands up to slap over your eyes, cupping your red-hot cheeks, and Hiromi still didn't let go of you, his nose and lips pressing soft, tipsy kisses to your decolletage. He whispered to you, only deepening your regret.

"You could sit on my nose, if you like. Undressed, obviously." You felt his hips pressed against you, and felt his cock against you, now half-hard and growing--

You nearly imploded, stammering, "Oh please, no man actually likes that. Face-sitting is just one of those stupid things you joke about. Men don't actually like giving women oral," you scoffed, cynical and embarrassed. Hiromi raised his eyebrows, releasing you now, looking mildly offended.

"Oh dear. Another sceptic. Were your other boyfriends that bad?" You swatted him with a cloth.

"Pretend I never said anything!" You shouted in from the kitchen, "Forget about it! I'm going for a shower. There's more wine on the side if you want it."

You honestly considered drowning yourself in the shower. You'd barely even got past heavy make-out sessions, and you'd just told him you wanted his nose between your legs, you could just die of shame--

Stepping out from the shower and into your bedroom, you squeaked to find Hiromi lying on his back on your bed, the top of his shirt unbuttoned, and as he saw you, he smiled loosely and rubbed one of your pillows over his face.

"What are...what are you doing?"

"Polishing your seat, of course."

You melted against the wall, mortified, gripping your towel in one hand and covering your eyes with the other. You heard slow footsteps creep up behind you, long-fingered hands pulling you against a hard torso, feeling Hiromi's nose rub behind your ear. Despite yourself, your eyes fluttered closed, wanting him.

"I think you'd like it," Hiromi insisted, voice low and convincing, "and I like it when you tell me what you want. It's...bold. Honest. Sexy." You moaned softly as he pressed into you from behind, his cock hard and insistent against your body, and he loosened the front of your towel to snake his clever fingers to your breast, fingers brushing it softly at first before cupping and giving an appreciative squeeze.

"So please sit on my nose. And the rest of my face." You bit your lip...and slowly nodded. You felt warm air huff out of Hiromi's nose behind your ear, "Good girl."

Spinning you round, Hiromi pulled you in for a deep kiss, the wine heavy on both of your tongues as he slipped his against yours, probing, curious. You accepted warmly, your hands tracing down to untuck his shirt from his trousers, your hand slipping flat against his abdomen and trail of dark, wiry hair, and Hiromi shivered, tongue trembling against yours.

He fell back onto the bed, pulling your legs up to straddle his lap, panting and kissing the sides of your throat as you unbuttoned his shirt, your fingers gliding over the taut muscles of his shoulders in appreciation. He nuzzled you, hooked nose rubbing over the shell of your ear, unintentionally bucking his cock up against your unclothed sex as your fingers grazed his nipples in their exploration of his torso.

"I can't wait...I want to taste you," he insisted, breathless, his eyes dipped and flinty as he fell back onto the bed, pulling you with him, but holding you upright by the hips. Suddenly shy, so aware of your body with those smouldering eyes looking up at you, Hiromi sensed your hesitation and grabbed your knees, scooting you up his body so you were straddling his upper chest.

With your legs parted, you felt his breath roll over your folds, now so wet with your arousal, and Hiromi stared up at you, seeming grave in his devoted assessment of your face as he traced his hands up your thighs, two fingers slipping idly between your legs to rub a long stroke from entrance to clit and back again. He sighed, thrilled to feel you plant a hand on his abdomen, grounding yourself as he started to rub smooth circles over your clit.

"You're perfect, and those other guys didn't deserve you," he insisted, slipping his fingers teasingly close to your entrance as you let out a breathy moan, and Hiromi stared at his fingers, scientific in his appreciation of how your arousal was glazed over them.

Raising his fingers to his mouth to lick them clean, Hiromi stopped, considering. He placed his wet fingers over your towel instead, gripping your hips.

"No," he puzzled, "I want to taste you straight from the source." You squeaked as he dragged your knees and hips upwards again, your pussy now hovering directly over his face. Hiromi lifted his face, looking at you with a glint in his eyes, "Sit."

You hesitated, and Hiromi pressed his nose up, nuzzling it between your folds and pressing it firmly against your clit, holding your hips tightly as you jolted and gasped, never realising that nose could feel so good on your aching core. Thighs trembling, you lowered your weight until you sat directly on Hiromi's nose, mouth and chin.

Hiromi got to work like a starving man, groaning with desire as he nuzzled his nose and mouth between your puffy folds, his nose rubbing firmly over your clit as his tongue sank as far as it could into your hole, and you cried out, gripping his hair tightly with one fist, and grasping his hand on your hip with another.

As the firm tip of his nose rubbed insistently on your clit, making you burn with pleasure, you involuntarily ground your pussy down onto his face, and mewled when his shaky moan vibrated through you. Hiromi began to move your hips above him, encouraging you to hump his mouth and nose while his tongue alternated between dipping into you, and flicking against your clit as Hiromi sucked it into his mouth.

Your pleasure building, your cries and the hand grasping his hair becoming more and more urgent, Hiromi squeezed his rigid cock through his trousers, determined not to embarrass himself by cumming untouched while you humped his face. But as precum leaked through his trousers, wet on his thigh, Hiromi was drunk with the taste of you, sweet and natural, and he felt his cock throbbing as he neared his release.

Hiromi rocked your hips urgently against his face, his nose creating a constant alternating pressure on your clit, and you felt your belly tighten, pressing yourself down on his nose in a desperate need to cum, babbling his name in sweet praise.

With one last determined nuzzle against your clit, you shook, waves of pressure breaking through your whole lower body and Hiromi moaned, hips bucking against the air as he tasted and smelled you, overwhelmed by the authentic intimacy of the moment, feeling streams of cum soaking his boxers as he came completely untouched.

You moaned, short little mewls as you came down from your high. Gathering yourself, you shifted yourself down onto Hiromi's chest, looking down at him, blushing and concerned. You had never seen a man look so delighted with so much cum on his face. You were baffled, and of a mind to marry this man.

"Any man that actually likes women, sweetheart," Hiromi panted, dazed, "Would happily die like that."

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Love you Hiromi Higuruma, MWAH! 😌☕

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carcarcraziiv2 · 2 months

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Im finally gonna get the ball rolling this week my friends... the content is COMINGGGG <3

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carcarcraziiv2 · 2 months

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С первым днем весны.

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carcarcraziiv2 · 2 months

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Gojo not taking care of brats more

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carcarcraziiv2 · 2 months

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So gooooooood oml

kento nanami x fem!reader / ceo!nanami

kento nanami is a calm, collected man with insurmountable self control.

he’s a level headed ceo who cares about his co workers but also lets them know what is expected of them. he doesn’t push too hard, unless he has a particularly stubborn employee (gojo), and then he has a tough love approach.

you earn his respect, you don’t simply obtain it.

nanami is described as rather stoic and sometimes unapproachable in the work space, but if you have genuine concerns and needs, he listens, and will do everything in his best efforts to help his co workers.

unless they cause him grief (gojo), in that case, there’s a few lessons they need to learn first.

he’s nothing but respectable, especially towards his female co workers, and that doesn’t change when you start working there. he’s pleasant. a gentleman who holds the door for you and says after you when you greet him first thing in the morning at the lift.

he never stands too close as you both wait to reach the correct floor and wishes you a pleasant work day as you spilt off to your respective destinations.

not a soul would know, not even you, that secretly he’s hot under the collar and fighting the urge to look at you at any given opportunity. nanami can’t say he’s ever been interested enough in a woman to have her on his mind constantly, but there’s something different about his newest employee. there’s something different about you.

he’s always had the intention to play out his career to its fullest potential and then only when he’s completely satisfied with his success will he attempt to settle down. even now, in his late twenties, he’s still convinced that relationships will weigh him down - but he finds himself entranced by the woman that laughs at his deadpan jokes and offers him coffee when she’s heading to the office kitchen, and places a little chocolate biscuit on the coaster for good measure. a simple gesture, but he can’t seem to shake the fact that she only does it for him.

and you’re simply divine. skilled, hard working and good at your job. kind, thoughtful and respectful towards your superiors and colleagues. smart, interesting and, something nanami cannot deny, even in the slightest, incredibly beautiful.

the entire package. the woman of his dreams, it would seem. you’ve made an impact on him like no other, and now he lies awake at night contemplating how unprofessional it would be to ask you to dinner. is it wrong for him to see you this way? is it wrong that he can’t seem to stop thinking about how those plush looking lips of yours might taste…

oh it’s so wrong, he tells himself. to have such thoughts and desires about a fellow employee. but he can’t help himself - he’s mad about you, and when you wander into his office, papers in hand and that sweet, kind look on your face, he almost gives in.

“excuse me, sir,” you say, tapping on the door to announce yourself, “here are the meeting minutes you asked for. shall i leave them on your desk?”

“miss y/n,” he rises quickly and a little clumsily from his desk, “please, do come in.”

you cross his office and place the documents on his desk, that same nervous feeling you get whenever nanami is nearby. when he looks over your shoulder and compliments your work, or when he sips the coffee you made for him and hums in satisfaction, there’s a spike of excitement and a swirl of nerves that makes your palms sweat and head a little dizzy.

it’s wrong, you know it is. he’s your boss. but there’s just no helping it - you’re attracted to him.

“here you are, sir,” you said as you place the papers down, “i take it you’re having a good day?”

anything to stay in there a little longer. small talk is all the conversation you can make with him at work. the tall, blond haired man moves around his desk to stand a comfortable distance from you. he looks as sophisticated as always; his hair neat, freshly pressed suit and a cologne you could drown in.

“yes, thank you,” he clears his throat a little, adjusting his suit jacket, and you can’t help but notice how large his hands are, “and yourself? no one giving you any grief, i hope.”

“no, sir, i’m perfectly fine, thank you,” you reply, keeping your gaze on him when his eyes finally meet yours, although it’s fleeting, “just a normal day.”

nanami can’t look at you for too long. the restraint he prides himself on escapes him entirely. you’re everything he’s ever wanted in a woman, and his desire for you only grows tenfold when you’re in close proximity with him.

“good,” he says simply, leaning over the desk slightly to glance at the papers you had brought, “and gojo? has he stopped flirting and done some work today?”

you laugh at that. nanami’s heart flutters. the sweetest sound to ever grace his ears, and when you move a little close to him and lean against his desk, he almost blacks out from the lack of air in his lungs.

“he’s not doing too bad today, sir,” you said, watching as his long fingers glide across the pages, admiring the veins that run along the expanse of his hands. neutral thoughts, you tell yourself, neutral thoughts, “i believe he made a sale this morning.”

nanami scoffs, but it’s light hearted.

“about time,” he looks up and catches your eyes, a smile at his pink lips. he should look away. he can’t openly admire you - it’s almost rude, but your eyes don’t leave his. instead, you smile back with a soft, gentle expression.

“you look nice today, sir,” you compliment him quietly, and a dusting of pink paints the apples of his cheeks, all the way up to the tips of his ears. immediately he pulls his gaze from you, clearing his throat once more and fiddling with his tie.

as much as you probably shouldn’t have said that, his reaction was more than worth it.

“i take it you have some work to finish?” nanami said, returning to his desk chair and continuing with his previous work, “if there’s nothing else to discuss.”

“of course,” you said quickly, standing up straight and patting down your skirt, “apologies for keeping you, sir. have a good rest of the day.”

burning with embarrassment at the slip of your tongue, you head for the door and the immediate privacy of the girl’s lavatories, to splash your face with the coldest water.

“miss y/n,” he calls back for you, and you spin on the spot and clasp your hands together.

“yes, sir?”

nanami looks up from his work and visibly swallows. after what felt like a millennium of silence, he speaks with a nervous tone and a slight wobble in his voice.

“do you have any plans this evening?” he asks, and when your expression softens and a smile appears, he thinks he might be dreaming.

“no, sir, none at all.” you reply, and nanami nods.

“would you, perhaps, care to join me for dinner?” he finally asks you, “and i don’t mean as colleagues.”

his heart was thundering against his ribcage, completely unaware that yours is too, his grip on the biro in his hand so tight that it might snap at any second. he waits with a painful anticipation, but it soon disappears when you giggle joyfully.

“i’d love to have dinner, kento,” you answer, now walking out of the door and looking back with a look that makes his legs feel like jelly, his name rolling off your tongue like it belongs at your lips, only leaving him yearning to hear it again, “not as colleagues.”

i do not own jujutsu kaisen or any characters associated with it

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