#viktor detc

I think I'm going through a faze.....

Found this new brush and oml I am OBSESSED, tho I don’t think I will be able to use it do actual drawings, it’s too messy..

I am having an art block on the comic so I wanted to sketch some of my fav men🤭

Also sketched to keep this acc alive.. I hate not posting for too long

brought some meal

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Don't Eat The Cashier

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. Asking to get pregnant.

. A special dinner for each of them

. Girlfriend kind, loving and outgoing

. How would he react to passionate kisses?

. Y/N changes, who doesn't speak - only uses mimicry, expressions and body language to communicate.

. Provocative and confident woman

. (The box) that is a werewolf

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Malewife! Malewife alert!

I took a long time on this one because I become too much of a perfectionist where Viktor is concerned I'm afraid to not do him justice. Frankly still not super pleased with this but I gotta call it at some point! Hope yall like it. I'm happy to be done with all three love interests we currently have.

content: sub!viktor, gender neutral reader, reader is interested in david, masturbating, blowjob, degrading, exhibition kink, viktor is freaky

He feels so embarrassed, right now. No way he is touching himself to someone he just met at a gas station. And yet...

"Sorry, cute boy. I got a date with a vampire this night."

He felt his stomach and heart ache and be torn around before getting back in place. He knows you weren't flirting with him when he asked you to help him about that incubus stuff, but still... Wasn't he cute? Wasn't he attractive enough? His tits showing just enough to make someone drool and yet yearn for more wasn't a show that made you want to bend him over the counter and take him ? Because, not like he wanna brag, but if he was you, he would have definitely did all of that.

Well, he's not a creep, so when you rejected his offer, he left you alone — as he should — and went back to his home. But he couldn't help to indulge these thoughts he had. He kept replaying your meeting again, wondering about all the things that could have happened if he wasn't so insecure and if he knew how freaky you were.

As he took off his pants, freeing his hard cock, he imagined it was you teasing him there, whispering scandalizing stuff to his ear as you both sat on the dirty floor of the station. "Why are you letting me touch you there?" You ask him in his imagination, your voice deep and wonderful, making his member twitch as he wraps his hand around it, letting himself leave soft moans on his couch, allowing himself to be loud because he has the chance to live alone. "Aren't you afraid someone catches us? You want them to see how much of a slut you are?"

Viktor cries out, his finger circling around the tip, collecting the pearls of precum to use it as a lube, pumping his cock as he closed his eyes and imagined more. This is so wrong. He thinks, biting on his lower lip as he gasps, his member getting more and more sensitive to his touch, twitching as he strokes it, chasing something he can never have.

Like for example, you asking him to lay on the floor of the station, and like a good boy he obeys. Watching you fully undress him; opening his black shirt to reveal more and more of him to you. He gladly lets you do whatever you want. He's all yours. Far better than this vampire guy you mentioned. Then you smirk at him as you show him your tongue, tasting the tip of his dick with a tender pace, letting him feel your warm tongue on his most intimate part.

"Oh my God—..." He whimpered as he pictured this, stroking his cock faster, wanting to drag this on. He needed to imagine more. He needed it to come, or else he would have a boner for who knows how long. He imagined your mouth fully taking his cock, your nose brushing his pelvis, and he swears he can feel your tongue and warmth. It's like you are right there, taking him, making him squirm and move his hips to chase more of that feeling. Viktor gets louder, biting on his free hand as he desperately strokes faster, hair sticking to his forehead due to the sweat on it, pushing up his hips to your mouth — that is only pure imagination — to get more.

"Mmnh—!" He yelps against his mouth, tears of pleasure falling from his eyes. Then he opens them, pulling his hand away and grabbing onto his couch, crying out. "I-I'm— C-Cum—!" He can't finish his sentence, suddenly arching his back as cum slips out of his cock, landing on his shirt and dirtying it, crying out and shaking as he does so. He lets go of his member, laying on his couch, looking at the ceiling with a mindless and empty face, cooling down from the intense orgasm he just experienced. Once he comes back to his mind, he sighs, looking down at his cock, resting softly against his tummy.