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arcane + receiving bjs

cw: smut, fem!plus sized reader, muzzling (finn's), touch-starved, virgin bjs (viktor)

Vander

Warm, calloused hands cup your cheeks the moment your tongue laps at the pearling bead of cum on his tip. His breathing is slow, thumbs smooth over the soft skin. His cock is very thick with swollen, round balls--he's not stupid, he knows he's big. He's in no rush for you to take him, he wants you to go at your own pace though he can't hide how he's very visibly throbbing and twitching as cum leaks from his tip, pooling down onto your waiting tongue.

The moment you actually, fully take him as far as you're able his body has tensed up. He's white-knuckling his worn-down chair with one hand while the other rakes through his short slicked-back hair. He hates how quickly you make him cum, he hasn't had the privilege of a girlfriend in a very long time much less a pretty mouth to empty his load down all the while cooing sweet praises.

"'Atta girl, take every last dop down that cute throat of yours. That's a good girl, my pretty girl. Did so fucking well, darl. Gonna make me cum again just by looking at ya. Open your mouth, let me see. Swallowed it all already? C'mere, darl, it's your turn."

Silco

Sucking him off or having him eat you out hadn't been a bridge you'd yet crossed in your relationship. You had both left your interactions as soft, quick kisses or lingering touches. You'd place your palm to his chest, leaning up to press a feather-light kiss to his scarred jawline tjat would leave him flustered. He would often hold you by your waist, a guiding hand on your elbow pulling you away from an unimportant conversation, or even secure his hand at your lower back.The want to please him in such a way had been there and one day, you decided to bite down your fear and go for it.

You approached him at his desk, where he mindlessly signed his signature on new contracts and fees for other buildings that he had now come to own. You say nothing as you crawl beneath his desk despite feeling his duo-eyes burn into your back. Your hand slides up his thigh, rubbing at his pelvic bone. "May I?" You ask softly. With a rather stunned expression, mouth slightly ajar Silco nods. You undo his zip with newfound confidence.

"Gods," Silco moans head falling back against his chair hips stuttering when you take him all the way back to your throat. It's so tight and hot and went, he can't think properly not when you suck him off so well. His hands pet your hair softly and he spares a glance at you and cums on the spot, your pretty siren-like eyes staring up at him in awe through your lashes. He moans out a grunt when you swallow around him, drinking down every drop before slowly pulling away and opening your mouth at him. He smirks. "What a naughty girl you are, dear. My precious darling. Thank you for that... Come, sit on top of the desk. Part those delicious thighs for me. I believe it is my turn to repay the favour."

Finn

"Since all you do is run your mouth, maybe this will help keep you quiet." You grin, procuring out a black muzzle. A silver bar runs through the center of it, something for him to bite down on. You fix the muzzle onto his, pearly white teeth bared down on the metal bar. His bright eyes are wild, narrowed and staring you down. The bare expanse of his tattooed chest is heaving and you haven't even touched where he needs you the most.

Heavy, large cock pressed tight to his previously loose-fitted pants. Precum stains the fabric, definitely knowing he's messy beneath and absolutely dripping with anticipation. Finn lets loose a shaky breath the moment you circle your finger along the curve of his cock before freeing him of his materialistic confines. His massive girth falls out thudding to his stomach, soaked with precum as expected.

Finn is not able to make much noise with the bar clenched between his teeth. Only able to communicate that things feel good through strained moans, broken off whines, and the stutter of his hips as he pushes more of his thick cock down your throat. He lives for the way he feels your mouth constrict around him and the soft choked gags you make when he thrusts too far. It doesn't take him long to cum with a strangled cry, whining meekly when you continue to suck to the point of overstimulation. You remove the muzzle from him, giggling at the way saliva coats the bar and clings to his lips. He looked positively fucked out already.

Viktor

I'm sorry, you want to what? He assures you he doesn't need that sort of stimulation, as erotic as though as it may be, he has work to do. Your solution? Suck him off in the lab of course! :] If he can't leave his work, you'll come to him.

He absolutely can't help but stare at you the moment you pull his achingly hard cock from his trousers. Your touch is warm and extremely gentle. He'll never admit he's often thought of this and to see your small hands wrapped around his long cock, the sight alone sends arousal pooling in his belly. Ropes of precum already sliding down his head to his shaft.

Your tongue feels absolutely delightful. Viktor can't possibly think about the Hexcore, not when you're sucking him off so diligently. You're all the way down on his length, nose tickling the soft auburn hairs at the base and your free hand is so tenderly stroking his braced leg. Every bob of your head makes your tits bounce beneath the white blouse you'd been gifted for your birthday. All Viktor can do is arch his hips forward and press his hand gently to the back of your head, encouraging you to keep sucking.

"Oh, dear, that is so good. Your mouth is so hot and wet. I'm going to cum soon. Will you swallow for me? You've taken me so well, I'm so grateful. You look delicious like this-- all for me. That's it, take me all the way. Oh, fuck, princess."

Jayce

Pretty dumb boy loses all train of thought the moment your pretty lips wrap around the head of his cock. Your breasts all but falling out of the cups of your bra, he can't help himself but to reach down and grab a handful and squeezes.

The slurping noises are so fucking obscene, Jayce is doing all he can to keep this image of you ingrained in his memory for future use. He's stroking your hair, no matter the length he's helping you hold it back by using his hands as a makeshift hairtie. He's doing little micro thrusts into your mouth, drunk on the way you take him deep in your throat. A few more strokes and he's cumming with a loud shout of your name.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, baby. So fucking good, so fucking good." He's babbling, spit dribbling down his chin, his voice is embarrassingly high. Rolling his hips against your face, he takes to fucking himself into your mouth just a bit more til he's cumming hard. Your name graces his lips as he continues to pump his cum down your throat. His cock is twitching, burning with the raw bite of overstimulation gathering any cum that spills out on his thumb and pushing it back into your mouth. "Good fucking girl, my pretty baby. C'mere, c'mere gimme a kiss. Want your mouth on mine, fuck."

Viktor: это все твоя вина

Jayce, sighing: yeah, I know

Caitlyn: I didn't know you spoke russian

Jayce: I don't. I just know the phrase "this is all your fault" in every language he speaks

Uptdated Dimma's ref sheet, i really wasn't happy with her previous outfit.

The redesign costs her a leg though. Good thing Aicantar knows a thing or two about dwemer tech.

body worship + finn (giving) inspired by this lovely piece by the talented @whooshhhhhh

''What, not so tough when you're on the receiving end?'' Finn grins impishly, slowly crawling on top of you, holding himself up with one hand while the other grasps your chin, tilting your head to meet his eyes. ''Color me surprised,'' he huffs, sarcasm dripping off his husky voice as he drinks in the sight of you writhing under his large frame with hungry eyes.

''Look at you,'' he coos, ''I haven't even started and you're already squirming. Where did all your attitude go, hm?''

''Fuck you,'' you spit out, brows furrowed, though, with the way your voice cracks and heat climbs up your face, it comes off as desperate rather than intimidating.

''You will. Eventually,'' Finn chuckles, ''If you behave, that is.'' and god dammit, you wanna wipe that cheeky smirk off his face so bad. Your heart is beating in your throat, breathing rapid, and you can't even squeeze your thighs to get some friction because his knee is lodged right against your core, and you'd rather not give him any more material to tease you with. You can feel your arousal soaking through your panties, and being sopping wet in anticipation when he has yet to grace you with his touch is just... plain embarrassing.

...Is this how he felt when he was the one trapped beneath you?

Calloused fingertips trace your lips, Finn releasing a huff of amusement when you let out a shaky breath. Feeling more vulnerable than ever, you're practically trembling from the nerves under his touch, and he notices, he always does, bringing his other hand up to cup your cheek, his thumb swiping over your cheekbone soothingly. Small as the gesture is, it helps you feel better.

He takes his time, his lips and hands brushing over every inch of your skin, every mole, every freckle, every mark. Neither of you has to say anything, he can deduce just where you're sensitive by the mere hitch on your breath and he lingers there, sucking small hickies all over as if he's trying to paint a blank canvas, as if he wants to leave evidence of his presence. He's seen you trace the lovebites on his skin and yours on the morning after, a soft smile on your face as you remember the events of the night prior, a flush creeping up on your face, and he intends to leave a lasting impression tonight.

''Not to parrot you or anything, princess,'' he starts, ''But I've always been fascinated by your lips,'' he pushes two thick fingers past your lips, and you don't hesitate to suck on them eagerly, your eyes slipping shut as you hum around his digits. ''They look so pretty, wrapped around my fingers,'' he chuckles, and you crack your eyes open to shoot him a warning look that screams 'don't you dare—', but Finn pays you no mind, ''They look much prettier wrapped around something else, but oh well,'' he sighs wistfully, ''That's a conversation for another time.'' He slides his fingers out of your mouth, leaning in to press his lips to yours.

''You're an ass,'' you mumble against his lips, giggling into his mouth when you see the curl of his mouth peek from the gold prosthetic.

''...And?'' he raises an eyebrow, ''You still like me. So guess which one of us is winning,'' he sneaks in another kiss, ''I hope you don't expect me to wax poetic bullshit, sweetheart. You know damn well I'm not good at that,'' he shoots a half-hearted glare when you snort in agreement, ''Plus, I would much rather show you instead.''

His large hand wraps around your throat, ''Like the way your mouth falls open when I do this,'' he squeezes lightly, and as if on command, your lips part as you suck in a sharp breath. His hand lingers a moment longer on your throat, feeling your heartbeat thrum under his fingers before it trails down your collarbone, stopping when he reaches your chest and you brace yourself for a twinge of pain, ''Ah— there it is,'' he snickers, ''You know the rules. Two for flinching,'' he swiftly delivers two flicks to your pebbled nipples, tugging for good measure as he watches you grasp the sheets in an effort to still your body with a dissatisfied whine.

His hand ventures lower, hooking a finger under the elastic of your underwear, dragging it down your thighs tantalizingly slow, not breaking eye contact as he takes it off, lifting your leg and propping it on his shoulder before he drags his cock between your wet folds, ''See? Your back curves into a beautiful arch every single time,'' he murmurs as you keen in his touch, the piercings doing down the length of his cock providing you with much needed extra stimulation, but he doesn't give you anything more but a short bark of a laugh when he sees the way you're dripping onto the sheets.

''Unlike you, I'm not a merciful lover,'' his voice turns commanding, ''Beg.''

''Make me,'' you grin as you narrow your eyes at him, daring him to try. He has never been the one to back down from a challenge, his eyes crinkling with a knowing smile as if he was expecting your response, ''Oh, I will,'' he starts, cogs in his head already turning with all the ways he can torture you so sweetly, ''Count on it.''

OKAY ALL I CARE ABOUT IN RE: CHAPTER 25 is

AYATO GOES TO SAVE NAKI

AND SAYS “チンタラすんな馬鹿ナキ“ (Chintara sun na, BakaNaki)

Calls Naki ‘BAKANAKI’ OMGG

Uses the term ‘チンタラ‘ WHICH IS SLANG SUPPOSEDLY USED BETWEEN CLOSE FRIENDS

Basically means “Don’t be sluggish/slack off, BakaNaki”

THANK YOU ISHIDA FOR GIVING US THE AYANAKI MATERIAL WE CRAVED

SOME SPOILER IMAGES HERE AND HERE

Headcanon about Dwemer women. My take: Young women preferred to wear light clothes and didn't get a lot of piercings. The older ones wore more clothes, more status jewelry, and grew beards. The length of the beard determined the social status of a woman and her position in society. Braids were woven from beards and decorated. It was also a sign of maturity and wisdom.

ah yes. the best carnage fic on the web

Angela hunts Venom 1602.

From Secret Wars: 1602 Witch Hunter Angela #2 (2015)

In case you’ve not yet seen, the text, pdf, and the sketchbook for C0DA are now available on c0da.es. The sketchbook features the work of M.C. Barrett, Manuel Dupong, Katy Hargrove, Darya Makarava, Ksenia Mamaeva, Andrew Rai, and myself.

Jinx-Arcane Fan Art by Bin Yang