#i wanted to draw her with the sharp teeth but mouth hard to draw

[bodaciousbird]

Guess who finished punk hazard!

[fushiguho]

warnings. primal play + predator/prey chase, biting, smelling, crawling

“run.”

it’s just one word, but his voice is threateningly low, veering toward something dangerous. a sharp glint flickers across those honeyed irises. his jaw ticks and you hesitate, hitching a gasping breath.

he jerks his head, shooing you off. “you’re wasting time.”

you take off, heart beating everywhere except where it’s meant to. every step you take echoes in the silence, but it doesn’t matter. he’s already hunting you. you can feel it. not just the sound of his heavy, looming strides, but the heat of him drawing closer and closer and closer.

“i can hear your heartbeat.” he notes, unhurriedly trailing behind you. while turning a corner, he hums. “you scared?”

nanami sheds his usual restraint as you bolt through the dimly lit apartment, breathless. you don’t make it far at all — strong arms encase you from behind, hungrily yanking you back with a low, feverish growl against the thrumming heat of your neck.

“gotcha,” he murmurs against your twitching ear, dragging you down to the carpeted floor with him, and pinning you against the shag with a single hand as he mouths your throat. “really think you can run from me, silly girl?”

a burly knee is forcing your thighs apart and you whine, your woozy head nodding into the plush carpet. you don’t fight him off like prey should. instead, you’re letting him devour you whole; you wanted to be caught like this — breathless, panting. legs falling open so easily while his big palm cups the warmth of you through your pretty lil’ panties.

“oh,” that smile. slow, crooked, devastating. “you like being hunted, don’t you?” his pearly teeth catch the skin behind your ear, marking. “makes that pussy so fucking sloppy, doesn’t it?” he kisses where he’s bitten, the heat of his voice branding your flesh. “let me feel her then… let me feel the mess you made.”

something loud and unrestrained leaves your throat as he nudges your panties aside with nimble fingers. nanami can feel the depraved arch of your back, your breasts pressing against the hard planes of his chest while his greedy fingers draaag from your pretty little hole to the head of your quivering clit.

“feels like you wanted me to catch you, no?” he lets off a something of a laugh, his big fingers circling over your clit once. twice. “all this mess from me chasing you? huh, nasty girl?”

god, the way you’re nodding up to him — blown, lustrous eyes threatening to cross like a whore, your trembling bottom lip caught between a row of chattering teeth, and a desperate whimper trapped in your throat — is enough to make his cock twitch.

“oh, you really are my perfect prey, aren’t you?”

you feel him everywhere. so many fingers on your pussy and inside your mouth. digits creeping up your jaw and pulling your head so far back that the column of your throat is brazenly exposed.

nanami’s thumb is prying your jaw wide, the taste of your hot, erratic breaths like candy on his ravenous tongue. he’s greedily dipping his head to kiss you but it’s far from respectful — it’s sloppy, hungry, anything but.

“fuck, you’re sweet,” he mumbles as his wet, messy lips descend to the erratic pulse that hums below your parting jaw. a hand grabs ahold of your pretty face, forcing your head back even further. “you taste different when you’re afraid.”

the heat of his tongue is akin to a flame, trailing up the expanse of your throat as he nips and bites your flesh like a man starved. the tip of his nose sits tucked beneath your ear, inhaling. he moans into your skin, mouth open, breathing you in like it hurts to hold back.

“please—oh,” you whimper, hips rutting mindlessly in desperate pursuit of friction.

his nose is continues to creep down the craning slope of your neck, over your collar bone, and between the valley of your breasts. he inhales between gritted teeth like an addict. loud, shameless, unfettered.

“you smell scared.” it’s whispered into the crook of your neck, the timber of his voice narcotic.

you twitch in his hold — not from fear, but from the molten ache that pools low in your belly, gnawing and unbearable. he notices. of course he does.

“hurts, doesn’t it?” he mutters into your skin, not with pity, but reverence — like your suffering is sacred, like it feeds something deep inside him. “that pretty little ache between your legs. all that wetness… and no relief.” his fingers ghost down your stomach, not touching where you need him, but so close that it makes you wince.

you nod, shaky, desperate, willing.

“then crawl for it.”

the command is soft. final.

nanami backs away, standing to his feet. your body moves before your mind can catch up — down to your hands, wobbly knees pressing into the carpet, chest heaving. you can hear the low drag of his breath, the slow clench of his fists, the way he grits his teeth like it hurts to watch you obey so perfectly.

“that’s it… crawl for my cock. i’ll decide if you get fed.”

oh.

[misswynters]

Ambessa/Sevika ignoring you in public, affectionate in private

warnings. suggestive, ambessa lowkey crushing you on the bed but who cares,

requested by @schlagglovr (everyone thank them <3)

ambessa medarda

Murmurs and laughter spread across the grand. A sea of sharp-dressed politicians and councilors, their voices filling the room. Ambessa Medarda was in her element, towering over most of the crowd. With her presence commanding attention without even trying. You, on the other hand, were left to hover at her side, your hand occasionally brushing against hers. So desperate for a small chance of acknowledgment. But as always, Ambessa's focus was razor-sharp. Her words spilling out in calculated precision as she discussed trade routes and alliances. It was as if you weren't even there. Like a ghost.

She didn't glance at you, not even once. It caused a sting in your heart as her disregard grew sharper with every passing second. You swallowed your frustration, telling yourself it wasn't personal. That you knew her well enough to understand this was her battlefield, her war to win, and her affection couldn't bleed through here. Still, it didn't stop the ache in your chest as her laughter rang out. It was so warm and inviting but it was directed at someone who wasn't you.

Countless hours passed by and by the time the last diplomat was shown out, your patience was wearing thin. You slipped into your shared quarters ahead of her, fuming silently. But when the door finally creaked open, there she was. Discarding her armor as her gaze locked on you like you were the only thing that mattered in the world. "Come here," she rumbled, her voice softer now, devoid of its earlier sharp edges.

You didn't hesitate, the fight draining out of you the moment her arms encircled your waist. Pulling you flush against her. "You ignored me all night," you muttered, your voice muffled against her chest.

"I know," she admitted, her lips brushing against your temple as she guided you to the bed. "I hate that I have to. However out there, I'm a general. Here.." Her hands tilted your chin up, her golden eyes meeting yours with a smoldering desire. "Here, I'm just yours."

She kissed you slowly with passion, her lips lingering as if to make up for every second of neglect. How much you missed her lips on yours.

Ambessa’s lips crushed against yours with an intensity that stole your breath, her hands large and possessive as they gripped your hips. The need between you was palpable, her every touch sparking something wild in you. With a low growl, she hoisted you effortlessly, your thighs wrapping tightly around her waist. The cold press of her armor against your skin was a stark contrast to the searing warmth of her body, and it only made you want her more.

“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” she rasped against your lips, her voice rough and dripping with hunger. Her teeth grazed your lower lip before she claimed your mouth again, deepening the kiss. She carried you toward the bed as if you weighed nothing, her presence utterly dominating.

“You’re the one doing this, Ambessa,” you breathed against her, your fingers tangling in her short hair, tugging hard enough to draw a soft groan from her. “I can feel how much you want me, right now.”

Her smirk was wicked, her lips finding the sensitive curve of your neck as her teeth scraped along your skin. “Oh, I don’t just want you,” she murmured, her voice low and teasing. “I’m going to have you, all of you.”

Your back hit the mattress, and Ambessa didn’t hesitate to press you down, her powerful body pinning you beneath her. The weight of her, the sheer strength in the way she handled you, made your pulse race. She leaned down, her lips brushing against your ear as her voice dropped to a sinful whisper. “Tell me, do you enjoy driving me to madness? Watching me lose control over you like this?”

“You’re the one who’s in control,” you replied, your voice trembling as her hands roamed your thighs, her thumbs digging into your skin to pull you closer. “You always are. Isn’t that how you like it?”

Her chuckle was dark and full of promise as her lips moved to your collarbone, her teeth nipping at the sensitive skin there. “Careful now,” she said, her voice dripping with suggestion. “Keep talking like that, and I might not stop at just kissing you.”

“Who says I want you to stop?” you countered boldly, your hands sliding over her broad shoulders, pulling her closer. The challenge in your voice made her pause, her dark eyes locking onto yours with a heat that stole your breath.

“Bold little one,” she said, her tone edged with a mix of warning warning and desire. Her hand slid up your thigh, gripping it firmly as she pinned you even tighter against the bed. "You're making it very hard for me to stay patient."

"Please don't," you whispered, your lips brushing against hers in a teasing kiss.

Ambessa growled, before claiming your mouth again with a ferocity that made your head spin. As her hands roamed your body and her weight pressed you deeper into the mattress, the world outside her chambers melted away. Here, underneath her, you were hers. There was no place you'd rather be.

Her hands roamed your chest, strong and steady. When you tried to pull away to tease her again, she caught your lower lip between her teeth, stopping you in your tracks. "Stop with the teasing, darling," she murmured, her voice low. "Just let me show you how much little patience i have."

sevika

Smoky haze filled The Last Drop. It was as suffocating as it was intensifying, the crowd's cheers echoed through the bar as Sevika sat at her usual corner table. Her sharp eyes scanning the room. She was stoic as always, her posture a mix of casual confidence and barely restrained menace. You sat at her side, nursing your drink in silence. Silently hoping for even the smallest flicker of recognition from her. But she didn't look your way. Not once.

Instead, Sevika was all business. Barking orders to her lackeys and exchanging brief words with Silco's former enforcers. The air around her was heavy and her mechanical arm was gleaming under the dim light as she tapped her cigarette against the ashtray. It was like you didn't exist at all. While you knew this was her world and her job, it didn't make it hurt any less. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, trying not to let the frustration show on your face. Unfortunately you hid it horribly. Much to your distaste.

When the meeting finally ended, Sevika stood and stretched, her gaze finally landing on you. "Come on," she said gruffly, motioning for you to follow. You bit back the urge to snap at her, deciding instead to trail behind her as she led you through the winding corridors to her private quarters.

The second the door shut behind you, the shift in her demeanor was quick. "Alright," she said, her voice softer now, her lips quirking up into a half-smile. "Let me have it."

"Let you have it?" you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. "You ignored me all night, Sev. Do you have any idea how embarrassing that was?"

She stepped closer, her warm hand curling around your wrist as she tugged you toward her. "Embarrassing, huh?" Her tone was teasing, but there was a glimmer of something genuine in her eyes as she leaned in towards you. Her breath warm against your cheek. "Didn't seem to bother you when you were sitting all pretty beside me."

"Don't start," you snapped, but your voice wavered as she closed the remaining distance between you. Her metal hand rising to trail a cold line down your arm. Her touch sent a shiver racing down your spine, and she knew it.

"You're cute when you're mad," she murmured, her voice dropping lower as her lips brushed the shell of your ear. "But I think you're forgetting something."

"And what's that?" you shot back, even as your breath hitched when her warm hand slid to your waist, pulling you against her.

"That you're mine," she growled, her lips crashing against yours before you could respond. The kiss was searing, her teeth grazing your bottom lip as her hands roamed your body. Her touch overwhelming as she backed you up against the wall. "I don't ignore you because I want to," she rasped, her lips trailing hot kisses along your jawline. "I ignored you because if I didn't, l'd drag you into my lap in front of everyone and let them know exactly who you belong to."

Your breath caught as her words sank in, her hands gripping your thighs to hoist you up against the wall. Instinctively you wrapped your legs around her waist, locking them together. "Sevika..." you whispered, your voice trembling as her mouth moved to your neck. Her teeth scraping against the sensitive skin below your jaw. “You're such a-"

"Say it," she demanded, her lips curving into a smirk against your skin. "Go on. Tell me how much you hate me right now."

You groaned, threading your fingers through her hair and tugging hard, earning a low growl from her. "I hate how good you are at this," you admitted, your words barely more than a breath as she bit down lightly, soothing the mark with her tongue.

Her laugh was low and dark, her breath fanning over your collarbone as she pulled back just enough to meet your gaze. "You love how good I am at this," she corrected, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

You rolled your eyes, but the small smile tugging at your lips betrayed you.

"Maybe," you conceded, your voice softening as she set you down gently, her hands lingering on your hips.

"Definitely," she teased, brushing her lips against yours one more time before pulling away slightly, her forehead resting against yours. "Now, let me make up for tonight in a more proper manner."

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[owuwi]

SHAUNA SHIPMAN.ᐟ

➤ dom!teen!shauna x afab!sub!reader

⤷ cw: shauna taking her anger out on reader, mean shauna, bitting, shauna spitting on reader's face, rough fingering, a bit of dumbification, kinda dubcon if you squint..

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Fuck them.

Fuck all of them—fuck Mari, fuck Nat, fuck Tai.

But specially Mari.

If that bitch got mad because of some spit in her soup, then she doesn't even know what Shauna is capable of doing. A week of house arrest as consequence for smashing Mari's face against the ground? She can handle that; after all, she's been through worst.

Shauna wasn't surprised when you ran after her, though, she was hoping you'd do it.

The minute you stepped foot in her shelter, her chapped lips were on yours—kissing you with bruising force, a kiss that would've disgusted you if it wasn't coming from your girlfriend—.

She didn't hesitate to basically throw you onto the floor and climb on top of you, not once separating her lips from yours. Shaky and warm hands quickly slid beneath the dirty clothes you were wearing with raw desperation, dry palms groping every inch of skin they had access to.

"Shauna hold on—" You tried to speak yet it was useless, she wasn't in the mood to talk. "Shut up. I don't want to fucking hear you." She growled the moment she—miraculously—pulled away from the kiss. Her lips then traveled down and hovered over your throat, sharp teeth digging in and bitting you. Hard.

Your scream of pain only fueled that deep hunger she had and she didn't even care if someone heard. Her hands proceeded to pull your shorts and panties down, revealing your cunt.

Her fingers found your clit and started drawing quick, harsh circles on the bud—her teeth still holding onto the sensitive skin of your neck with enough strength to cause you to bleed.

"Fucking bitch... i'll give her something to be mad about..." She babbled against your flesh—clearly talking about Mari—, a mix of her saliva and your blood now beginning to dribble down and stain your shirt.

Suddenly, her fingers brushed against your folds before dipping past your hole, not wasting a second before she started sliding them in and out of you—not caring if you weren't wet enough—. Despite the burning feeling the invasion of her digits were causing you, you couldn't help but feel a hint of pleasure.

Shauna could beat the life out of you and you'd still like it.

"She can't handle some spit mhm? What a fucking moron.." She rambled, though she pulled her mouth away from your neck after finishing her sentence—no longer slobbering all over you—. "You can, though, right?" She abruptly asked you yet didn't wait for your answer before she spat right on the middle of your face.

The feeling of her warm, thick saliva splattering all over your face immediately caused a whine to slip past your lips, your hips unconsciously bucking against her fingers—the tip of her digits lightly pressing against that spongey spot that turned you dumb—.

Shauna didn't care if you responded or not, she simply kept talking—knowing you were listening. "Yeah you can, you always take everything i give you..." She whispered, her breath coming in short puffs while she sped up her fingers.

The vulgar act of her spitting on you made your pussy wetter than it has ever been—gods, you loved it when Shauna went feral on you.

It was now easier for her long fingers to thrust into you; the lewd, squelching sounds your cunt made as it swallowed her digits were loud enough for the other girls to hear—yet once again, she didn't care.

It didn't take long before you started to tighten around her, her strokes becoming sloppier as your arousal slowly traveled down your thighs. Your hand wrapped around her forearm as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, the combination of her fingerfucking you and talking to you like that making your brain fuzzy.

"S-Shauna..." You whined out her name, your back arching off the cold floor and your hand gripping her forearm rougher than before.

Shauna being Shauna just couldn't get enough of you—she needed more; more of your sounds, of your reactions, and she knew how to get them.

Slowly, she added a third finger into your spasming hole; the sight of you jolting and moaning being the reason for her smirk.

Was it too much? Definitely. Yet, for some reason, the pain felt too good.

"Take it, i know you can." She told you—almost commanding you—before leaning down and messily kissing you again while she stretched you out.

Before you could warn her, your body shook. A loud, breathy moan erupted from your throat as your orgasm hit you like a damn train. Whimpering against her mouth, you couldn't help but trash around beneath her as your walls fluttered against her fingers—the stimulation you were receiving causing tears to swell up in the corner of your eyes.

The brown-eyed girl's problems immediately faded away as you came. Even with how rough she was being, you were the most important thing in her life—the only thing she had left. You knew how to make her feel better and the best part was that you didn't even need to do anything.

She dragged her lips away from yours and pressed them all over your face, leaving a wet trail in their path, before slowly pulling her fingers out of your drooling pussy.

Shauna will get back at them one of these days—she'll make them regret treating her like shit—, but not today.

Right now, you were all that mattered.

[shotmrmiller]

Simon is enthralled by you, John Price's cat. Oh, how beautiful you look on all fours, rubbing your face on his jeans. How lovely the mews that spill from your lips sound— music to his ears.

He grabs you by the hips to lift you onto his lap, mindful of your tail and brushes his covered nose against your cheeks. "Aren't you just precious?" Simon lifts his mask enough to expose his lips and nips the tip of your human ear. "I wonder if this pretty kitten has a pretty pussy, too," he softly says. Your half-lidded eyes look at John, who's chosen to be just a spectator tonight.

"You heard him, kitten. Show Simon what he's asking for." The bell in your collar clinks as you lift to turn yourself around in his lap, and he grabs your waist with his large hands to assist. "Careful, I don't want you falling off and getting hurt." Simon extends his long, thick legs which gives you a bit more space to work with.

Keeping your knees together, you place your bare, dainty feet on each shoulder, and with a trembling exhale, your knees drop open.

Simon intakes a sharp breath through his teeth at the sight of your glistening cunt spread open— a flower in full bloom. The grip on your waist tightens to what should be considered pain, but to you is just acute pleasure.

"She's a fuckin' sight, sir," he admires without looking up. He drags a blazing trail with his fingers from your waist to your mons, pad of his thumb hovering over your swollen, slippery clit. "I'm curious, though, kitten," You look at him, cheeks flushed, and answer him with a tiny little mewl. "I'm curious if you'll purr for me, too," and draws agonizingly slow circles, that is exactly what you want, yet not enough. The whimpers slithering out of your throat make his cock achingly hard, and if you turned around, you'd see a sizeable tent in John's trousers too.

John's voice is thick with arousal as he says, "She likes it when you let saliva dribble from your mouth onto her pussy, isn't that right, kitten?"

You bob your head, mouth open, a bit of drool at the corner of your mouth. Simon's touch is magical. You've got liquid fire in your veins, every precise circle rubbed onto your nub tightens that coil in your lower stomach, and when he spits onto your pussy, the warm glob of spit that lands directly on your clit almost has you coming from it alone.

Simon notices how your hips start moving on their own, picking up speed, forcing more friction on your clit when he stops touching you, removing all stimulation. The keen you let out is primal, a high-pitched whine. "Oh, I know, I know," he coos at you, "I just gotta ask your owner for permission, s'all."

He tips his head to the side, looking over your shoulder, and nods. John must've agreed to whatever he's thinking because Simon's dark eyes gleam as they meet yours, a feral, toothy smile on his lips.

Simon taps your hips lightly and orders, "Hips up." Your feet lower from his shoulders to flatten on the couch— thighs spread wide from how broad, how wide his body is. Your hands rest on his knees behind you, and you rest your weight on them to lift up. Simon lets out a snarl and completely hooks your knees over his shoulders forcing your arms to give way. Your head lolls on his thighs, upper body almost completely upside down, and his hands cup your arsecheeks—mindful of the tail— and raise. What—

His warm, wet tongue licks through puffy lips, and flicks at your clit. The arousal that had waned comes back, and it comes back harder, faster, more intense. He's eating you like you're his last meal, and now you definitely sound like a cat, albeit a dying one.

Simon gives your bud a suck and your neck cranes back at the sensation, and that's how you see John, upside down, leaning back, one arm on the backrest holding his drink— the other stroking his cock through his trousers. He looks—

A sharp slap to your arse has your spine curling, legs tightening around Simon's half-covered face, stubble prickling into the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. "Eyes on me, kitten."

Your spine curves and you realize that you can see Simon, his dark eyes locked onto yours, and that he can see you. You wanted to care about the unflattering angle he's got you in, but it all melts away when his mouth opens wide to lick a stripe from your hole to your clit, and his lip is curled on one side, so you can see his unnecessarily pointy canine.

Once Simon realizes he's got your full attention, he eats. Unrelenting as he chases your climax like it was his own. The pulse of your heartbeat is deafening in your ears, your vision darkens as he forcibly drags you to your finish line, and with one final lap at your stiff bud, he tugs on your tail, and you burst.

Mind-numbing pleasure sweeps through your body, wave after wave of ecstasy crashing into you, prickling at your nerve endings, leaving you a shaky, slobbering mess on his thighs.

Simon doesn't even give you a moment, doesn't grant you reprieve because, within seconds, he's manhandling you and sinking you down onto his massive cock, spearing you in half, stretching your soaked channel to its absolute limit. It burns, it stings and yet the only thing that comes out of your mouth is an airy moan.

"Atta girl. Your pussy's suckin' me in like it wants to keep me in it forever," and his head tips back as he groans, "You're squeezing me so tight, m'not gonna last."

John's gruff voice comes from behind you, commanding. "Then don't, Simon. Fill her up."

Simon's answering smile is, honestly, a bit scary. He looks like the predator he becomes on the battlefield, the one who snuffs out life like a fire on a candle wick. Vicious, cruel, ruthless.

"Yes, sir."

He spreads his thighs, feet flat on the floor, and picks you up with his forearms, only to bring you back down on his cock. Impaling you. The tip of his cock is hitting so deep, you vaguely wonder if the flared head is being pinched by the tiny hole of your cervix. He's destroying you, but at no point in time does it ever turn into physical pain. Simon is using you like a pocket pussy, yet is angling your hips to hit your sweet spot. And oh so sweet it is, because it takes you exactly seven (7) thrusts of his hips to make you come around him, frothy, milky essence coating his cock.

"Fuckin' hell, pet. Fuckfuckfuckfu—" and he brings you down harshly, grinding his hips up, as he shoots rope after thick rope of cum into you.

Simon's exposed chin is dripping sweat, as he pants harshly in front of you, trying to catch his breath. Your body begins to slump tiredly when you feel your tail being caressed, beard scratching your neck as John peppers your damp neck with kisses.

"It's my turn now, isn't it." The bell on your collar chimes as John pulls you to kneel on the floor, face pressed in near Simon's softening member. Faintly, a zipper opens, and the swollen, long length of John's cock pushes into you, pushing out Simon's cum, dripping down your abused cunt to make space for him.

"Mewl for me, kitten," and grabs you by the hair, craning your neck to look up at Simon, who's gazing down at you with heavy-lidded eyes. He curls two fingers underneath your collar, restricting your breathing, and says, "Go on. Let us hear you."

what a delightful day to be John Price's cat

[hy6erion]

𝐄𝐮𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚 - 𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

✰⍣..𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲, 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲- 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟

⇢ 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭, 𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐦/𝐬𝐮𝐛 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐳𝐚𝐮𝐧

𝐯𝐢𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐮 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 o( ❛ᴗ❛ )o

Zaun never sleeps.

Somewhere in the distance, metal scrapes against metal, a high-pitched whine of machinery grinding through the underground streets. The scent of smoke lingers, thick and acrid, seeping into clothes, into skin, into everything that makes this place what it is.

But in here, in Viktor's small, cluttered room-where the air is thick with oil and old books, with sweat and something sharper, something charged-there is only him.

And you.

You never done this before. Not with him. Not with anyone.

He knows. Of course, he knows. He notices everything. The slight tremor in your fingers when you touch him, the way your breath catches before you even realizes it, the way you keeps shifting, as though your own skin doesn't quite fit right.

Viktor watches you like you’re something to be studied, analyzed.

Not in a cruel way-he isn't unfeeling—but in that slow, careful way he approaches everything, taking his time, committing every reaction to memory.

You swallow hard, nails scraping lightly over his shoulders. "You're staring."

His lips twitch. Not quite a smirk, but something close. "Am I?"

You huff, shifting slightly beneath him, and the movement draws a slow inhale from his parted lips. He's warm—warmer than you expected. His body, lean and sharp as it is, presses down against you, keeping you pinned.

Not that you mind.

"I'm nervous," you admit, almost reluctant, eyes flicking away for a moment before dragging back to his.

"Aren't you?"

Viktor hums, tilting his head slightly.

"No." His fingers trace the line of your ribs, slow, deliberate. "Should I be?"

You frowns. „I don't know. Maybe."

He chuckles softly, pressing his lips just beneath your jaw, his breath fanning warm against your skin. "I have waited long enough for this." His voice dips lower, something dark curling around the words. "I will not let nerves ruin it."

Your stomach tightens.

He knows what he's doing. You’d wondered if he would. He isn't like the men who linger in the dark alleys of Zaun, greedy and impatient. No, Viktor is methodical, deliberate in everything he does.

And right now-right now, he is unraveling you piece by piece, taking his time, savoring every flicker of hesitation, every shaky exhale.

His fingers slip lower, dragging over the sensitive skin of your hip. "You want this?"

You nod.

Viktor's grip tightens suddenly, fingers pressing firm into your skin.

"Use your words, love."

The sharp authority in his tone sends heat curling through you.

"I do," you breathe.

His lips brush against your ear. "Good girl."

Your whole body reacts to the praise, something embarrassing and hot twisting in your stomach. Viktor notices-of course he does. His mouth curves against her skin, amused, satisfied.

"You like that," he murmurs. Not a question. A fact.

You don’t answer.

He laughs softly, his breath warm as he drags his lips down your throat. "Ah, you are shy now?" His fingers tease at the edge of your clothes, pushing fabric aside like he's peeling away layers, stripping you down to something vulnerable, something fragile.

It should be uncomfortable.

It isn't.

"Stop thinking so much," he murmurs, shifting against you, pressing you deeper into the mattress. "You do not need to be so tense."

You huff a short laugh, hands gripping his arms. "Easy for you to say."

His teeth scrape lightly against your pulse. "I could make it easy for you," he muses, voice dipping lower. His hands slide up, pulling your thighs apart with slow, deliberate pressure.

"Or-" He breathes in, exhales slow. "I could make it harder."

You exhales sharply, your head tipping back against the pillow.

Viktor's tongue flicks out, tracing a slow line along your throat. "Which do you prefer?"

You don’t know.

He hums, dragging his fingers up the inside of your thigh, spreading you open. "No answer?" His voice is soft, teasing. "Hm. I think I know already."

You swallows. „Viktor-"

He presses a single finger inside you.

Your whole body tenses.

It's too much and not enough at the same time, the stretch of it unexpected. You exhale shakily, fingers gripping his wrist before you even realise what you’re doing.

Viktor stills. He doesn't pull away. He waits, patient as ever, watching you closely.

"You are alright?"

You nod, trying to breathe through it, but he catches your wrist and stills you.

"I did not ask for that." His fingers flex slightly. "Say it."

You exhale slowly. "I'm okay."

His expression doesn't change, but something in his gaze softens, just barely. He leans down, pressing a slow kiss to your temple.

"Tell me if it is too much," he murmurs against your skin. "I will be careful!"

You believe him.

When he moves again, it's slower, more patient, his fingers working you open, his breath warm against your cheek. You feel stretched, unpracticed, but there's something about the way he watches you, the way his mouth parts slightly when you react just right—

You grip his shoulders, head tipping back, and he smiles.

"There you are." His voice is pleased, teasing. "It is not so bad, hm?"

You exhale sharply. "Shut up."

His laugh is quiet, low.

He doesn't shut up.

But when he finally pushes into you—

You forgot how to speak, anyway.

[moonchildcovenxx]

Making Sevika Beg

a/n: this was so fun to write guys. Sub/switch! Sevika finally begging bc hell yeah

told @justhereforsubsevika that I was maybe probably definitely gonna write this… look at me holding myself accountable

Sevika was stubborn. As her girlfriend, you probably knew this best. Whether it be something trivial or a moment like this: A vibrator pressed to her clit, no relent in sight. Despite her previous three denied orgasms, your girl was just too headstrong to beg for anything.

“‘m not gonna—fuck—I’m not gonna beg for shit.” Sevika punctuates gritty. You delight in the drunken slur that dampens the harshness in her bitten out sentence. You’re not surprised that she’d held out so long, but you enjoy how the cracks in her demeanor deepen with each passing second. “Think of how many times I could’ve fucked you already baby.” You purr watching as Sevika shudders at your words, biting down on the inside of her cheek to stop the whines from leaving her. All muscle and sharp tongue, a puddle beneath your touch.

Sevika’s arm flies up to cover her face as you turn the toy up a setting. This had to be the highest level, right?  She’s embarrassed of the mewls that are leaving her—devastated, desperate, and filthy. “Oh Vika.” You coo, feeling the pit in your stomach flip at her noises.

You’re moving the vibrator in cruel, teasing circles, and as Sevika’s abs tense, she realizes with sickening resolve that she is close again. Sevika swears loudly as you pull it away again.  “It’s not that hard honey.” Your saccharine lilt makes Sevika groan—in annoyance or pleasure she was yet to decide. “Just let me fucking cum.” She grunts, attempting to move your hand back to wear she wants it. Her arm that outstretches usually with confidence is shaky, and you marvel at the effect that you have on her. You wriggle out of her grasp quickly, and Sevika’s gaze turns lethal, leaning back on her elbows to eye you with a look that would scare anyone—unfortunately for her, it wouldn’t work on you. 

You giggle merely, shrugging. “Like I said, you don’t have to beg. But I’m not helping you cum.” Sevika grits her teeth, still glaring at you.  Her eyebrows furrow however, when you press the vibrator back to her clit, you smirk as her whole body jumps. Sevika whimpers, hips bucking up, the stimulation all too much and all too little. 

You hum as Sevika’s hands fist into the sheets, eyes rolling back. “You close Vika?” You murmur smoothly. She nods slow and wordless, afraid of what sounds might come out if she opens her mouth.

You tut carefully, hand caressing her boobs as you begin to pull the vibrator away again.

Sevika finally snaps letting out a guttural sob. “Fine! Fine— please I need it— I need you to—”

She goes dead silent. You’ve turned the vibrations up even higher and Sevika lets out an unrestrained keen as she grabs at your arm shakily trying to keep it there.

“I’m gonna let you cum now honey.” You drawl satisfied. Sevika intakes a swift breath as you press the toy harder down into her. 

“Fuck—oh my Fuck—“ Sevika lets out a strangled surprised moan.

Her whole body continues to shudder as she rides out her orgasm. It feels all too good as she pants out your name in insistent, quiet, gasps. 

You’re not turning it off. She realizes a beat later when the sensitivity sets in, a nearly unbearable buzz in the back of her mind.

“What are you doing—I just—ah!” Sevika bites her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. “I just came.” She finally gets out, looking at you for pity. “I’m not done.” You say simply, making her roll her eyes. It amuses you to see her attitude still shining through. Her attempted glare quickly falls as you run the vibrator slowly up her soaked heat.

“Please don’t— I’m close— please.” Sevika groans out hoarse. You’re sure there is a damp spot in your panties from this. Seeing Sevika this flustered was a rarity. She trembles as you move the toy back to where her clit is pulsing with need. Neither of you expect the wail that leaves her lips as Sevika squirts, eyes rolled so far back you can only see the whites. 

“There we go honeyyy.” You smirk down at Sevika when her cheeks flush, legs canting closed. Small hiccuped whimpers fall past her lips no matter how hard she tries to suppress them.

“Oh fuck—no more.” Sevika rasps urgent after a second. You finally nod listening, turning the vibrator off with a click. 

Sevika’s lying there, hands pressed to her forehead as her muscles jump every so often. “I can’t believe I let you fucking do that.” She huffs. You chuckle crawling up near her. “Not so fun when you’re on the receiving end, huh?” you quip, shrieking as her arms circle you manhandling you to her chest. “I almost feel bad for you.” She tsks, placing a kiss to your jaw. “What for?” You bait knowingly, smiling triumphant, until she flips the two of you, arms on the either side of your head. You gasp. “Well I just know after this you’re gonna wish you were a bit nicer to me.” 

You swear harshly as her calloused hands begin to trace down your figure.

[secretl1fe0fm3]

17, actress!reader where one of her co stars on set constantly tries to flirt with her and harasses her. Billie wants to handle it, but reader doesn’t let her. Billie visits reader on set one day, and they fuck in reader’s trailer while the co star overhears.

miss possessive - billie eilish x fem!reader

prompt #17: “let’s give them a real reason to be jealous.”

warnings: implied smut, jealous!billie, dom!billie

18+ minors dni!!!

You’ve gotten used to Olivia’s flirting by now. Every day on set, it’s the same routine with her casual touches, the way she leans in just a little too close when she talks to you, the slow drag of her eyes over your body with no shame. It’s harmless, but it’s also exhausting for you. She knows exactly what she’s doing.

Billie knows, too. And she hates it.

She hasn’t caused a scene, yet, but you’ve seen the way her jaw tightens when you mention Olivia, the way she flexes her fingers like she’s physically restraining herself from losing all her self control. You’ve reassured her many times, told her it’s nothing to worry about, but that doesn’t mean she exactly believes you.

Billie arrives on set without warning, walking in with confidence. You notice her immediately, your body tensing with worry. Olivia, standing beside you, notices too. You see the way she freezes, the flicker of recognition in her eyes as she approaches, closing the space between you.

Her arm wraps around your waist, pulling you into her side as she presses a firm kiss to your temple. A blush creeps up on your cheeks.

“Hey, baby,” she murmurs, voice low and possessive.

A small smile tugs at your lips as you lean in closer to her. “Hey, Bils.”

Olivia’s smile falters as she clears her throat, trying to remain unfazed. “Didn’t know you’d be visiting today,” she says casually.

Billie meets her gaze. “Wanted to see my pretty girl.” Her fingers tighten around your waist instinctively. “Make sure she’s being treated right.”

Olivia’s jaw tenses, her composure slipping for just a second before she forces a laugh, nodding. “Right. Well, I’ll see you later,” she mutters, walking off towards another area on set.

Billie watches her walk away, turning to you with a smirk. “That was cute.”

You roll your eyes, amusement etched on your face as you lace your fingers with Billie’s, pulling her toward your trailer. “Come with me.”

The second the door clicks shut behind the both of you, Billie is on you. Her hands grip your hips, backing you against the wall as her lips find your neck. You let out a sharp inhale, tilting your head to give her more access as she drags her teeth along your skin, leaving small marks.

“You have no idea how hard it was not to say something earlier,” she mutters, her voice still filled with frustration.

You smirk, fingers slipping under the hem of her hoodie as you pull her body against yours. “I think you said plenty.”

She chuckles against your skin, nipping at your jaw. “Not enough.”

Her hands are impatient as they push beneath your shirt, fingertips trailing over your breasts before she yanks the fabric over your head. It barely hits the floor before she’s guiding you backwards toward the couch, her knee pressing between your legs as you gasp out.

Her lips brush your ear, her voice a quiet promise. “Let’s give them a real reason to be jealous.”

You let out a small whine as Billie’s lips crash into yours with fever, claiming every inch of your mouth with hers. Her hands roam lower, slipping beneath the waistband of your pants, rubbing small circles over your heat through your underwear.

She takes her time, teasing you, drawing out every sound from you, making sure that when you moan, it’s loud enough to be heard beyond the thin walls of the trailer.

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[shalomniscient]

feixiao x reader [nsft utc]

"w-when i said we should do cardio after you finished, i didn't me-- ngh--!"

feixiao cuts you off with another sinful roll of her hips, bullying the head of her thick cock already buried full in your squeezing cunt against that one spot that has your toes curling. your thighs tremble as she has you face down ass up on the bed, her large hands squeezing the meat of your hips appreciatively. you have to crane your head to the side to look over your shoulder up at her, and her expression is pulled into one of shameless smugness, a fanged grin wide on her lips.

"what was that?" she teases, snaking a hand down to tease your stiff clit with her thumb. you groan at that, half-muffled against the sheets, and her ear twitches at the sound. "c'mon, you're not complaining, are you?"

with what little brain capacity you have left, you huff, inner walls squeezing around her in a way that has her sucking in a sharp breath. "n-no," you manage, fingers curling into the sheets as she languidly moves her hips, her hips clapping against the back of your thighs. feixiao chuckles, leaning down to kiss between your shoulder blades, along the curve of your spine. you shiver at the feeling of her warm breath against your skin, and then the plushness of her lips, reflexively pushing back against her as you chase more of that sweet friction.

"that's what i thought, princess," feixiao croons as she bends over you like a crescent, one hand sliding over the back of yours and intertwining your fingers while the other continues to work lazy circles around your clit. she's a lot more relaxed this time, some of her energy having been worked off by her training. she's indulging fully in the way your velvety cunt wraps snug around her shaft, fluttering and clenching each time she draws back only to snap back inside. she noses and nips along your shoulders and nape, sucking and biting little marks into the skin there. she can taste the tang of your sweat salty on her tongue, and she licks a stripe along the column of your neck just to hear you whine. the sound goes straight to her cock, twitching inside you, and her ears press flat against her skull.

despite the slowness of her pace, it isn't very long until you're squirming beneath her, the muscles of your abdomen flexing and jumping as your orgasm creeps up on you. she feels it too, a coil low and heavy in her gut and a pressure under her skin trying to expand outward. she trades her long, deep strokes for sharp grinds against you, keeping her cock snugly buried in your tightness. it allows her to target your g-spot with ruthless efficiency, pulling hoarse moans and cries from your lips. her chest is pressed to your back now as she leans as far forward as she can to chase your mouth, eager and needy to swallow your moans in a bruising kiss, although it's much less of a kiss and more of a dance of teeth and tongue. your breath mingles with hers, praise intertwined with breathy pleas of her name, and she swears upon the stars she's going to give you what you want. everything, anything you want.

"that's it, princess," she grunts as she feels you cum around her with a low cry into her mouth, "that's it. pretty girl, so pretty for me, so perfect." your pleasure-addled noises slowly taper off into sweet begging for her, for her to fill you up and cum inside and god she wonders if you know the things it does to her. you probably do, on some base physical level, which is why you so often mewl it to her even when your brain is leaking out through your pussy around her dick. feixiao ruts harder against you, a rumbling growl building in her throat as she feels her balls draw up tight and her heart skip several beats in a row to the time of her thrusts. when she finally cums she sinks her teeth into your shoulder, not hard enough to break skin but certainly hard enough to leave a mark, and you must enjoy it because you cum again, pussy squeezing and fluttering around her length like you're trying to drain her dry. her hips stutter of their own accord, fucking deeper into your addicting heat before she feels the edge wear off, and she slowly lowers herself down on your back, her face pressed against your spine as she pants for breath. she doesn't pull out, not yet, she knows you don't like it when she pulls out too quickly, so she stays within you as you both recover, idly smoothing her hands up and down your sides. when she hears your breathing even out, she presses another kiss to your sweat-damp skin.

"alright?" she asks, and you only make an affirmative noise in response. she laughs a little breathlessly, rolling over with you in her arms so she's not smothering you with her weight. the movement jostles her cock in your cunt a little, making you whine, but she soothes you with another kiss to your shoulder. her hand sneaks down to brush over the bulge she forms in your tummy, and she feels that heat pulse low at the base of her spine, but you're so thoroughly fucked out as it is that she decides to keep it to the back of her mind. for now.

(maybe it'll be a different story when you both make it to the shower. whenever that is.)

a minute later, her wristwatch beeps. right, she'd forgotten to take it off. she glances at it--then grins like a cat more than a fox; three perfectly filled cardio rings shine innocently at her from the screen. she knows what she's doing for cardio from now on.

[vidalsbeloved]

HER TROPHY pt. 2

Rio Vidal x Female Reader!

Warnings: smut (literally), light degradation, orgasm denial, overstimulation (kinda).

Words written: 1.2k

Note: Idk why but I had a really hard time writing this part so I apologize for it being so short and boring and maybe confusing? I have no idea. I had to go back so many times and try and get inspired from part 1 lol. Anyway, enjoy!

It is late in the night when she returns to you— you stir in your sleep, feeling the buzz of her magic surrounding you, the fire igniting in your veins that sends jolts of wanton need through your being. But you don’t see her when you wake, disappointment flares in your stomach when the realization hits you that it’s another jest that Rio had settled up at some point and time since she’d last left. Making you think she was back when in reality, it was her way of torturing you since she couldn’t be there physically.

So this night to you felt no different, how naive of you not to realize that your back was to her. You feel the bed dip behind you and her breath ghosting your neck— you gasp, leaning back into her body as she places a kiss at your pulse. A hand came up to rest on your neck, tilting your head back to rest on her shoulder as the other drifted lower and over your stomach.

She reaches for the hem of your silky white nightgown and traces her sharp acrylic nails across the skin of your thighs, you buckle against her and whimper, feeling a heat building between your legs.

She nips your ear with her teeth and laughs against you, “Needy little thing, aren’t you, trophy?”

You nod against her, sighing when her touch inches your gown higher up your thighs, achingly close to your barely exposed center. You grip the sheets below you when her fingers make contact, tracing the outline of your underwear.

“Rio,” you gasp. “Please..”

She cups your aching center and scoffs, “How pathetic, baby girl. I’ve barely even touched you and you’re already drenched..”

The hand on your neck drops, and suddenly, with a flick of her hand your undergarments are pulled from your body and her hand is burying itself in your folds. One of your hands reaches to grab the back of her neck and she lets you— pressing your lips to hers in a desperate needy kiss. Her teeth nip at your lower lip, drawing whimpers from you.

Her free hand grips your hips, stilling your movements and you mewl into her mouth— she pulls back just enough to look into your eyes and when she does, they are dark and filled with lust. You swallow and pull at her again, drawing her back in. She doesn’t let you, her grip on your hips tightening.

You look up at her, your eyes pleading, desperation taking over as the heat inside you builds— your shallow pants fill the air surrounding the two of you and all you want is the feel of her body against yours. The look in her eyes as she stares at you is nothing but predatory, as if at any second she would devour you all in one go. You watch as her eyes drift over your form and watch the way you desperately try to jerk your hips to meet the thrust of her fingers.

She bites her lips as her gaze travels back up to your big doe eyes and with a low growl she’s pulling her fingers out of you, tearing apart your nightgown and pushing you down onto the bed. She’s feral in her moves, but you know you’ve got her.

Her hands grope you as she dives down to nip and suck at your neck and chest, leaving her mark on your skin. A reminder of who is in charge. Of who you belong to. And what you are to her. A trophy.

You belonged to her, you always would. And though part of you despised yourself for being so willing to walk into her with open arms— you couldn’t resist. The pull you felt in your stomach denied your resistance, your want to stay away. Because you were bound to her, her mark upon your skin by her knife, her power tethering you to her very being. She owned you and though you hated it you couldn’t help but also love it.

She kisses her way down your stomach and over your hips, nipping at your skin and sucking marks. Her hands tweaking your nipples as she made for your thighs, pulling them apart and over her shoulders. She sucks at your inner kneecaps, then bites, listening to your gasps of pain as she travels higher and higher until she’s where you want her most.

Her breath on your aching cunt is already enough to have you mewling and arching your back— she chuckles darkly against you, teasing you as she leans in to lick up your slit, purposely, slowing down to tease you as she grazes your clit.

“Rio,” you mewl.

She hums, then does it all over again, deliberately, slowing to edge you, knowing it was driving you crazy. You reach out to fist your hand in her hair, but she grips your wrists and pins them down at your sides, digging her nails into your skin in warning.

She pulls back, looking at you through dark luscious lashes, “Such a needy girl, aren’t you? Can’t even keep your hands to yourself.”

“Rio—“

“Hush,” she whispers. “Be a good girl for me, can you do that? Or are you too needy?”

You nod and she smiles sadistically, cooing, “I knew you would be.”

She delves back into your cunt, sucking your clit into her mouth and holding your hips as they jump to meet her tongue. She chuckles against you, eyes straying on your form as she devours you.

A single tear stream down your face, the pressure of her presence, her power, and her pleasure crashing over you in waves, becoming too much. And you love it.

Her tongue flicks over your clit, then sucks harshly. You whimper, calling out Rio’s name as she nears you to the edge— only to pull back when she feels you pulsating on her tongue. Your gargled moans fill the air as you search out her presence, the feel of her on you.

She climbs up your body, taking your wrist in her hands and pinning them above your head in a suffice grip. Her breath fans your skin and your eyes meet, her eyes are dark and filled with an intensity that sends shockwaves of pleasure down to your core— forcing your hips to jump, and her grip tightens.

“You are mine,” she growls the words out, possessively, the hand on your hip coming up to wipe away your tears.

You nod once as she rubs your cheek, eyes softened.

“Yours,” you murmur.

Her eyes search yours— finding that familiarity, the truth of your words. “So beautiful,”

And then she’s kissing you again growling, all her softness gone just as quickly as it was there. “Mine.”

And she brings you to the edge, once, twice, three times more— taking you over and over again until she knows you won’t be able to walk the next morning. Her marks on your skin were a reminder that you were hers and hers alone. That if anyone ever laid a hand on you, she’d know.

For you see, being Deaths Trophy, was a gift. A gift to cherish for centuries, because just as you were special in her eyes, she was special in yours. You loved her. Whether that be against your will or not, you were.

You lay there, naked in Death’s arms, her enveloping you in such a way nobody in the world would. Her grip taut as she presses kisses to your head and whispers sweet nothings into your ear. Lulling you, until you are fast asleep.

She untangles herself from you, kissing your head once, whispering. “I’ll be back, my trophy.”

And then she’s gone, but her kiss lingers.

[senseichaos]

Hey, can you have a Lucifer going down on a female reader until she’s completely over stimulated? Trying to push him away, him using his magic to keep her still that sorta think? TIA🤤

Your wish is my commannndddd!

IMAGINE

"Amh.. Luci s'.." Your words get swallowed up by another moan that goes through your body, legs trembling as Lucifer's hand keeps them open with a strong grip. A blush goes over your face when his eyes peek up at you as he works his tongue against your clit, circling the sensitive bud at a tantalizing pace that makes you go dizzy.

You pull your blanket to your face, lower lip trembling as the pleasure from Lucifer's tongue continues to go through you. Gasping, you feel Lucifer's tongue dip into your hole, the pleasure from the action causing you to squirm and whimper loudly in an embarrassed pleasure.

"Duckling.." you hear him mumble into you, the vibrations causing you to continue trembling. "It's not nice having you squirm when I'm treating you, hm? Remember this is a punishment," oh you remember all right. You'd accidentally ripped a hole in one of Lucifer's expensive shirts, he wasn't mad (he's never mad) but he was definitely looking for that opportunity to punish you all the same; his punishment was simple, he was going to eat you out as many times and make you cum as many times as he pleases.

So far, he is doing a fucking good job at doing just that.

"Sorry! It's just so dirty.."

He chuckles, the vibrations making your cunt clench around nothing.

"That's just how I like it, silly duck. Now stay still for me, hm?" He asks, and under his soft yet authoritative gaze nodding without any thought but his beautiful lips as they kiss against your clit.

as Lucifer laps his tongue against your clit whilst his fingers massage into your thighs, you feel your first high begin to tighten inside of you. Once again feeling your body tremble as you bite your lower lip, closing your eyes shut tightly whilst Lucifer puts his oral skills to good use. You press the sheets to your mouth, letting out a high pitched whimper when your thighs threaten to close around Lucifer's head. He doesn't allow it, though; he makes sure to keep your thighs open nice and wide for him even if that means using a large amount of force.

"Lucifer! Careful or m'!" You moan, the knot in your stomach itching to unravel your orgasm.

"Mhm?"

"M' gonna cum!" You cry, and Lucifer chuckles, nibbling his sharp teeth against your clit as his tongue draws circles against it. With that movement you are inched to your high, the knot inside of you unraveling so hard you squirt a little. But Lucifer doesn't stop, he continues to eat you up, taking what he wants from your choicest of fruits. He doesn't care that you squirted on his chin, he doesn't care that tears are beginning to fall down your cheeks, he continues to lap up all of you. He's determined to do as he chooses.

"Daddy! S'too much..!"

Lucifer laughs, sucking against your swollen clit for a moment before withdrawing, mouth pressed to your mount. "Well, you should have considered that before ripping Daddy's shirt, hm? Be a good duckling or I'll make you cum even more than I plan," He says, a sadistic glint in his eyes as he kicks a long strip against your entire pussy.

"But I'm gonna fall asleep.." you whine, holding the sheets of the bed to yourself tightly. You try to push him away, you really do! Even going as far as to shock him on the arm with your (weak) powers. Though, this all doesn't appease Lucifer. If anything it makes him more ravenous to eat all of what he can from your pussy. This all amounts to his own powers keeping you still, a throb of a sort of ache-y pain entering you.

"Well if you do, I guess I'll just keep going. I didn't teach you to resist punishments like this, little ducky.."

Once again, he dips his tongue into your hole, fucking his tongue into you for a moment before going back to teasing your clit. It just goes like that, he'll suck, bite, lick your clit and then fuck you open with your tongue.

You can't even begin to recall how many times you came. 5? 8? 10!!?? By the time you awoke your pussy felt moderately used. And yet it was all worth it when you awoke nestled against Lucifers chest, his light snores filling your ears.

(not proof read!)

[cyripticchronicler]

Hiii I have a request for Matt Murdock I was thinking him with an reader who’s job has gotten more stressful and it starts to get to them they get dizzy and lightheaded but brush it off until it happens around Matt and he can sense that it happened and he gets all protective and caring

Preferably fem reader but gn is also totally fine so everyone can enjoy it !

If this isn’t your cup of tea I totally get that !

In His Arms

Thank you for requesting, sweetie. I kind of went off track a little and I'm sorry :( (If you want me to rewrite it I happily will!) But either way, I hope you enjoy it!

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: Overwhelmed by your growing workload and the pressure to prove yourself, you keep your struggles hidden—even from Matt. When the stress leads to a breakdown, he pulls you back, reminding you that love means sharing the load.

TW: Panic attack, mentions of anxiety, pet names (I can't help it), swearing

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Stress was a familiar feeling to you. Its sharp claws seemed always to be gripping onto you tightly. You’ve learnt how to manage the lack of air in your lungs and the painful squeezing of your heart whenever you go through a rough patch. 

That’s why the feeling of anxiety creeping up your spine was carelessly ignored. You regret that you shrugged the feeling away, too focused on your work. It’s much easier to calm your bones' nervous trembles before it worsens. 

But now it’s too late. 

You’ve been so distracted by your work. Your colleague had just gone on maternity leave after giving birth to twins. You weren’t sure what would happen to her workload, but you certainly didn’t think it would all be passed down to you. 

Now all your brain can seem to focus on is the deadlines coming closer by the minute. They flash in your mind each time you consider taking a break. You never take a break - this is your one chance to prove to your boss that you’re ready to take on more responsibility. The rumours floating around the office of potential promotions, motivating your hard work ethic. 

You’ve always been a hard worker; had always been distracted by what you consider important rather than what was essential- like eating, or sleeping. Each time you got away with it. You didn’t have anyone to look after you. 

Until Matt came along. 

He’s such an attentive man and would be even without his heightened senses. You knew he’d be worried about your desperation to complete your work, completely gone to the rest of the world as your stomach grumbled louder and your under eyes got darker. 

He’s a natural worrier. That’s what compelled you to keep your stress a secret. It’s hard lying to a human lie detector,  so you’ve taken to avoiding instead. It’s easy to avoid him when you’re so busy, anyway. A couple of messages per day seems to keep him subdued for now and you’re glad; it’s all the attention you could offer.

Your lip is pulled between your teeth, chewing hard enough to draw the taste of metallic blood. None of the words before you make sense through your blurry eyesight. As you attempt to read the same sentence for the third time, you angrily rip off your glasses and groan. 

Black spots take over your vision as you rub at your eyes aggressively, hoping the sickeningly dizzy feeling that’s making your throat feel tight will go away. It’s useless, yet you only allow yourself a second break before gulping down some water and returning to work. 

Your phone rings as soon as your fingertips touch the keys of your laptop and a curse slips out of your mouth before you can stop it. You hate yourself for the spark of annoyance that has your blood boiling when you read Matt’s name on your phone. 

He’d already left three messages from before. As well as a voice message that you hadn’t yet listened to; you were practically forced to answer the phone so as not to draw concern. You’re determined not to burden him with your issues - he’s a vigilante for God’s sake, he doesn’t need your petty problems on top of his own. 

“Hey, Sweetheart.” His deep voice crackles through your phone speaker. Instantly, your shoulders relax and your eyes flutter shut. He’s the bright sun during cold days, the flowers during winter; beautiful and everything you long to see.

“Hey, Matt.” You respond lazily, mustering up enough energy to open your eyes and read the words on your laptop screen. You use one hand to type while the other holds your phone to your ear. You can hear his smile in his voice. “I’ve barely talked to you all day. I thought you were coming to mine for dinner. Did you get my voicemail?”

Guilt nags at your stomach. “I’m so sorry, Matt,” the little sigh you can hear through the other line has your heart splintering, “I’ve just been so busy with staying on top of my work as well as Mara’s-”

“It’s okay. I know how busy you’ve been. I could come by with dinner. I can do some work while you do yours.” You hate to diminish the hope in his voice, but you know he'd be worried about your obvious stress as it shines through in your old clothing and unbrushed hair (not that he’d be able to see but feel). 

“Can we do a raincheck?” You whisper, guilt nagging at your stomach. His voice is so sweet. So understanding. It makes you want to cry. “Of course, baby. Try to eat, please. And take breaks. I’ll call you tomorrow; maybe we can go out for lunch.”

“Maybe,” If I’ve got enough work done, “Love you.”

“Love you too.”

You drop your phone on your lap as soon as the call ends. For once, you’re thankful for the large amounts of work, as it distracts you from the guilt that claws and tugs at your skin. 

⚝⚝⚝

The second time Matt calls, you’re nose-deep in paperwork that was slammed down on your desk. ‘More of Mara’s work,’ your boss said before leaving you with the rasing anxiety in your chest. Thoughts of taking your lunch break didn’t even assimilate in the blurry haze of your mind. 

Only the shrill ring of your phone brought you out of your bubble of work. Sighing, you don’t bother to check the name before picking it up, as you already know who it is. “Hey, Matt.” Your hand still scribbles words on the paper, phone pressed awkwardly against your ear by your shoulder.

“Hey. I called to see if you wanted lunch, but you sound busy.” Unlike last time, his voice doesn’t soothe your racing heart. If anything he makes it worse. “I’m so sorry,” you hope he can hear the sincerity in your voice, “I miss you. As soon as the crazy amount of work has subsided, I’ll call you.”

“Is there any way I can help?” You can’t help but smile at his caring nature, wanting nothing more than to be with him. But you know if you went to lunch you’d be too focused on work to be good company. “Remember that I love you?”

His laugh makes your heart melt, anxiety melting away with it. “Of course. As long as you remember that I love you. I won’t call so I don’t distract you from your work, but please take care of yourself. I love you so much, honey.”

“I love you too.” You hang up the phone and instead of returning to work immediately, you just sit there in silence, staring at the piles of paperwork in front of you. The sting of unshed tears joined by a nervous feeling in your stomach is enough to make you want to throw up. You’re so tired. 

You should have listened to your body. You should have gone out for lunch and taken a break. But instead, you got back to work, ignoring the bright red signs of a panic attack on the rise. 

⚝⚝⚝

Having been diagnosed with anxiety when you were younger, you’ve learned to identify signs of an upcoming panic attack. First, you begin to feel dizzy, then a little lightheaded. Your heart begins to hurt, and your stomach starts to turn. Then you can’t breathe, and you’re scratching at your skin to give your lungs more space to breathe. 

Now, as you stand in your kitchen, staring at the piles of paperwork that cover the dining room table, it’s hard to ignore how your body reacts to the sight of the never-ending workload; the feelings you so carelessly ignored before forced to be brought to attention. 

Your eyesight is unfocused, and you are unable to concentrate on the hand you’re using to prepare a small dinner. Your hands violently shake by your side and feel incredibly weak. But that isn’t what worries you; it’s the lack of air entering your lungs that has your eyes squeezed shut. 

Feelings of worthlessness travel up your throat and block your airways. You’re having a panic attack. The realization has you sliding down the fridge and to the floor, tears running freely down your flushed cheeks. You bring your knees to your chest, hands scratching at your throat as if it would allow air into your beaten lungs. 

Your body feels so weak, you’re sure you wouldn’t be able to stand up if you tried. You’re lost to the darkness and anguish the past weeks have wrought upon you; lost to the cruel insecurities your mind created to fool you into this vicious despair. 

No matter how hard you cry, how hard you claw and scrape at your skin, you still can’t breathe. Hopelessness washes over your chilled skin, pulling you into its shadows. You can do nothing but let it take you as its own, the fight for air warring off as you succumb to the darkness that spots your eyes. 

And as your eyes flutter shut, you fail to notice the opening of the window in the living room. You fail to notice the hurried steps and the gloved hands that hold your face gently. Or the man’s desperate calls of your name. 

⚝⚝⚝

The first thing you notice when you regain consciousness is the exhaustion that wracks through your frail body. The second thing is the man who lays next to you on your bed. 

Matt. 

He’s sleeping peacefully, chest moving up and down in slow breaths. You frown, unsure of why he’s here. The last thing you remember was you freaking out about the workload and having a panic attack. You must have fainted from the lack of air, you consider then immediately cringe. How embarrassing. 

“What are you thinking about?” You jump at the sound of Matt’s deep voice, eyes shooting up to watch a small smile grace his face at your reaction. “Why are you here?” The question comes out ruder than you intended, but Matt’s smile doesn't waver. 

“I was on patrol,” he begins, pulling you into his warm embrace, “and figured I’d stop by to check on you. I wasn’t going to come in, just listen-”

“-that’s not creepy at all-”

“-then I heard you panicking. Your heart was beating really fast and you were breathing really heavily. You were already passed out from lack of air by the time I was inside.” He pulls you in tighter like the moment still haunts him. You trace your fingertips gently down his bare arm, ear against his chest as you listen to his heartbeat. 

“What happened, sweetheart?” He asks when it became clear you weren’t going to speak. You sigh. “I’ve been a little stressed lately. And I should’ve listened to my body but I didn’t. There’s just so much work and such little time. I can’t handle all of this workload.” The familiar bite of tears has you shoving your head in Matt’s neck, letting him hold you tightly and reassure you that everything will be okay. 

“Why didn’t you tell me? We could have worked through your stress together,” He questions quietly and you shake your head in response. “You take the burden of everyone else’s problems, and still go out every night to face all the bad guys- I just didn’t want to burden you with my problems on top of all the rest.”

He pulls away and you try not to frown at the lack of contact. Slowly, his fingers move under your chin and compel you to look into his beautiful, unfocused eyes that sparkle in the city lights shining through your windows. “You are not a burden. Your problems are not a burden. I want to be here for you. I want you to tell me what’s going on in that smart little head of yours-” He flicks your forehead playfully before giving it a small kiss “-And I want you to know you can talk to me.”

You nod your head slowly, feeling like a child that’s just been scolded. “Okay.” He lays there in silence for a moment, seemingly contemplating his words before he speaks, “I think you need to talk to your boss,” you open your mouth to protest but he cuts you off with a gentle squeeze, “This amount of work isn’t healthy. I mean, why hasn’t the workload been separated and passed around to all of your co-workers? It’s fucking stupid if you ask me. She’s obviously taking advantage of your brilliance-”

“-Matt,” You cut him off with an amused smile. His eyes glint at the sound of your giggles as if that was his mission all along and he won first place. 

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.” 

“Don’t thank me. If anything I’m being selfish.” He grins cheekily, kissing your palm as it raises to cup his cheek. “And why, pray tell, are you being selfish?” Your smile is sly and knowing. 

“Because I’m doing this to get my beautiful girl back and into my arms. Foggy isn’t as good company as you, y’know.” You giggle, holding him tightly as your mind settles on a decision. “I’ve missed you too.”

Tomorrow you’ll call your boss and ask for a lessened workload. But for now, you’re just going to lay in bed with the man you love dearly and let him hold you tightly. 

[pencil-n-pen]

here after reading your Spencer Reid fic. I was wondering if you could write Spencer x autistic!reader where r gets overstimulated and basically having a meltdown and Spencer like helps her ig? Idk if that makes since, but thank you!!

BUZZ

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anon you have no idea how excited i was to see this ask. i even showed my bestie. thank you sm for the ask !!

summary: police precincts are overwhelming. Spencer knows just how to help :)

cw: detailed depictions of a sensory overload, hurt/comfort

this is pretty short, sorry !!

i am autistic and will be drawing on my own autistic experiences and what helps me during meltdowns :)

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The lights are buzzing.

It’s hard to ignore. The policeman/detective/whoever he is who’s filling the team in on the case smacks his lips in between sentences. This is equally hard to ignore.

The tag on your neck has moved up from a small itch to what feels like a small stab everytime you move your head.

The muscles in your neck jump and twitch in the urge to shake— to firmly overcompensate for the feeling, to establish equilibrium.

But you know where that goes. One shake becomes two, and then everyone’s looking at the FBI agent having “some sort of fit”. You squeeze your hand until your nails dig scarlet crescents into your palms and focus on the pain instead.

But it doesn’t work. The lights are still buzzing, and the guy has stopped talking but now everyone else is talking and it’s louder and all the conversations sound like the same volume, all digging sharp claws into your brain, right under your scalp.

Your entire body itches— absolutely writhes with the feeling of wrong, wrong, wrong, too much.

Your hands twitch and jerk at your sides. You’re to focused on stopping the rest of your body to stop them and it hits you all at once that you have to get out.

But you don’t know where you are in this precinct and you don’t know where to go to find quiet and not the bathrooms because what if someone flushes the toilet and did you bring your earbuds you can’t remember it’s loud and you have to get away—

A tall figure steps in front of you, effectively cutting off your field of vision save for a specific pattern of dark maroon gingham. It’s a button down, and a black tie, and a grey suit jacket.

Your skin itches marginally less now that you can’t see anything, and then large, careful hands slot in place over your ears, applying pressure just shy of hurting.

With the sound gone, or at least muffled, your lungs don’t feel quite as constricted, and your body feels less like an open, raw nerve.

You suck in a careful breath, and then another, and then another until you think you can probably pass for normal now.

You tap Spencer’s arm once, and slowly, as to not shock your rattled brain, takes his hands away from your ears.

“I have your earbuds. Do you want to go to their secondary briefing room? It’s nice. I scoped it out.”

He leans down when he says it, eyes searching your face but not making eye contact. He’s mentally cataloging your expressions to see if you’re still upset. You’re familiar with this process by now.

“Yeah,” You force the words out of your mouth like pulling teeth and he frowns a little. He always knows when you overcompensate.

He takes your right hand in his, squeezing intermittently to keep your focus on him and leads you through the precinct, expression and body language stating very clearly:

Stay away.

You stare at your shoes the entire time he leads you to the briefing room, skin prickling at the idea of how many people saw your not-well-concealed freakout.

You should’ve found this room faster, so you could’ve been alone and no one would have seen—

“Stop beating yourself up.”

You snap your head up to glare at him. “Stop profiling me.”

He’s standing next to you, still not trying to make eye contact, though your hand remains firmly in his.

He shakes his head, then reaches into his pocket and produces a pair of earbuds.

Emphasis on a pair, not your pair.

You stare at where they lie innocently in the palm of his hands. “Those aren’t mine. Mine have a chip right there from when I dropped them getting out of the car.”

“I saw a pair when I was out the other day so I got them. So you’d have a backup. They’re the exact same make and model.”

You blink, unable to tear your eyes away from them.

He bought them. For you. Because sometimes you forget your earbuds and can’t get to them in time. Because he knows you prefer earbuds bc they’re more casual and subtle than noise cancelling headphones. He bought them.

He pushes them towards you again, and you give in, because who can say no to that? It’s easy from then to plug them into your phone and start up the playlist of music you have saved for these specific situations.

He steers you to one of the tables in the back, turning the lights off as he goes, and tucks you both, side by side, into the two chairs in the furthest, quietest corner.

His hand never leaves yours.

ʚɞ

[glorifiedagents]

Heat of the Moment — lilia calderu

LILIA'S FINGERS didn’t stop, her pace quickening, working you open, curling her fingers just right, hitting that spot inside you that made you see stars. She watched you carefully, her smirk widening as your body responded to her touch. “Yeah? You want to cum all over my hand, princess?” she teased, her thumb pressing harder against your clit as she fucked you with her fingers.

SUMMARY: after a short but heated argument, lilia has you against the wall, reminding you who is in charge

PAIRING: lilia calderu & fem!reader

CAUTION: no plot because nah, the usual smut, too lazy to write warnings - SO - 18+

WORD COUNT: 4.6K

AUTHOR'S NOTE: *sighs*

The tension in the room was suffocating. “You just don’t fucking get it, do you?” Lilia snapped, her voice vibrating with frustration as she paced, her hands gripping her hair. She was coiled tight, all fire and raw emotion. You stood still, arms crossed over your chest, doing your best to maintain some semblance of control, but your breath was already uneven, your pulse racing, betraying the heat coursing through you. “Oh, I get it all right,” you shot back, your voice low, challenge clear. “You don’t like it when I won’t just sit back and follow your orders like some damn robot.”

Lilia’s eyes narrowed, and she stopped dead in her tracks, the air between you thick with unspoken tension. There was a dark flicker in her eyes, something dangerous, something she was barely holding back. “You’re such a fucking brat,” she muttered, lips curling into something between a smirk and a sneer. “You push me until you get exactly what you want. Do you even know what you’re doing to me?”

Before you could even think of a response, she was on you, so fast you didn’t have time to react. One hand gripped your jaw, forcing your head back, the other grabbed your waist and yanked you up against her body, your chest flush against hers.

The sudden force left you breathless, but the heat from her body, and the strength in her grip — it sent a sharp jolt straight to your core. You gasped, hands instinctively grabbing at her arms, but she didn’t give you a second to think before her lips were on yours.

It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t sweet. It was desperate — teeth clashing with her tongue pushing into your mouth as if she needed to claim every inch of you. You moaned into the kiss, but she swallowed the sound, dominating you with every thrust of her tongue. The taste of her lingered, intoxicating, and your body responded against your will, already craving more.

Her thigh pressed between your legs, the hard fabric of her pants rubbing against your cunt, and you couldn’t hold back the way your hips ground against her, searching for friction. A soft, needy moan escaped you as you felt the pressure building between your legs, but she pulled back just enough to smirk at you, her eyes dark with amusement. “You really are fucking needy, huh?”

You clenched your teeth, heat flooding your face, but before you could respond, her lips were back on your neck, kissing and biting, drawing another gasp from you. Her hands were everywhere —gripping your tits, her thumbs rolling over your nipples with just enough pressure to make your head spin. She knew exactly what she was doing, making you squirm, making you melt in her hands.

You tried to push her off, just for a second, but she wasn’t having it. She smirked, nipping at your collarbone as her fingers moved down, pulling your shorts and underwear down in one swift motion, leaving you exposed, your breath catching in your throat.

The cool air on your wet cunt made you shiver, but before you could think, her fingers were there, sliding through your folds, spreading your slickness, teasing.

“So fucking wet,” she murmured, pressing one finger into you, just enough to make you gasp, “and you were acting like you weren’t ready for this. Such a little liar.”

Her thumb brushed against your clit, slow and teasing, just enough to make you whimper. “Lilia, pleaseeee...” you begged, unable to control the desperation in your voice as your hips rocked forward, chasing the friction, needing more of the pressure that was slowly building between your legs.

She hummed, her thumb rubbing harder, teasing, before her other hand joined in, pushing two fingers deep inside you, stretching you open. You gasped, your back arching against the wall, your legs weak as the pleasure hit you like a wave, but she didn’t stop. She worked you open with ruthless precision, hitting that spot deep inside you that made your legs tremble, your body reacting against your will.

“Look at you,” she whispered, her voice husky with satisfaction. “So fucking desperate for me. I should’ve done this sooner.” Her fingers curled, hitting that spot inside you over and over, and every time, it was like a wave crashing over you, sending jolts of heat straight through your core.

You moaned loudly, your hands gripping her shoulders for leverage as you struggled to stay upright, the pressure building until it felt like you couldn’t take it anymore.

Lilia slowed her pace for a moment, making you writhe, desperate for more. Her lips were back on your neck, sucking at your skin, marking you as hers. “You want to cum, princess?” she teased, her fingers still working you in that perfect rhythm. “Beg me for it. Tell me how bad you want to cum for me.”

Your eyes squeezed shut, the pressure mounting, your chest heaving with each desperate breath. “Lilia, please, I need...” you gasped, cutting yourself off as her fingers dug deeper, quicker. The words were slipping past your lips, but you couldn’t hold back anymore.

She didn’t stop, not even when your body started to shake with the intensity of it. “That’s right,” she murmured. “You’re gonna come all over my hand, aren’t you?”

And then, without warning, the orgasm hit you like a fucking freight train. You cried out, your body jerking forward, your cunt clenching around her fingers as your vision blurred, your legs shaking uncontrollably. You couldn’t breathe, hell, you couldn’t even think — just the raw, overwhelming pleasure crashing over you, drowning you in sensation.

Lilia didn’t let up. She fucked you through it, her fingers relentless, dragging out every last bit of pleasure as she watched you come apart in her hands. Your body was trembling, your head spinning, and you couldn’t even remember how to speak, the only thing that mattered was the way she was driving you wild with every motion.

When she finally pulled her fingers out, she brought them up to her lips, eyes never leaving yours as she licked them clean, a low hum of satisfaction escaping her. “Good girl,” she said, her voice rough with desire, as she leaned in to kiss you again, her lips soft against yours now, but still possessive.

Your body was limp, spent, your skin burning with the aftershocks of your orgasm, but your mind was still hazy, still craving more.

You were still trembling, breath uneven, fingers gripping the front of Lilia’s shirt like you needed to hold onto something solid to stay upright. Your body was still reeling from the way she’d just wrecked you against the wall, but even through the lingering haze of pleasure, you needed more — you needed to feel her come undone too.

“I wanna return the favor,” you murmured, your voice raw and needy, your lips brushing against her jaw.

Lilia let out a low, satisfied hum, her fingers tilting your chin up so she could look at you properly. The way she gazed down at you—half-lidded eyes, lips swollen from kissing, confidence radiating from every inch of her—made heat flare in your stomach again. She had you exactly where she wanted you, and you both knew it.

“Oh, baby,” she murmured, voice dripping with amusement, “I know you do.”

In an instant, her hands were on you again, tugging at your clothes with an urgency that sent a fresh pulse of arousal through you. You helped her strip away the last barriers between you, your hands moving just as fast, desperate to get her bare, to feel every inch of her.

Lilia didn’t waste time. She was still in control, guiding you down, pressing you to your knees in front of her. Her fingers tangled in your hair, giving it a firm tug as she hooked one knee over your shoulder, spreading herself open for you.

Your breath hitched at the sight of her — slick, needy, absolutely dripping for you.

“Pleasure me, baby,” she ordered, her voice low and commanding.

Your mouth watered, and you didn’t hesitate. You pressed a kiss to her inner thigh first, teasing, making her huff impatiently. But before she could reprimand you, you licked a slow, deliberate stripe up her folds, moaning softly at the taste of her.

Lilia groaned, fingers tightening in your hair. “Don’t fucking tease me.”

You obeyed, wrapping your lips around her clit, sucking just enough to make her shudder. She was so wet, so warm, and you wanted nothing more than to make her fall apart the way she had done to you. You flicked your tongue over her clit, circling it, before dipping lower, pushing your tongue inside her.

“Fuck,” Lilia cursed, her hips rocking forward, grinding against your mouth. “That’s it. Just like that.”

Her leg tightened over your shoulder, her fingers still gripping your hair, guiding you exactly where she wanted you. You let her use you, drinking in her moans, the way her body twitched every time you sucked on her clit, every time your tongue curled inside her.

You could feel her getting closer, her thighs trembling, her breathing turning ragged. She tugged your hair again, forcing you to look up at her. “Don’t stop,” she panted. “You’re gonna make me cum all over that pretty mouth.”

Her words only spurred you on, and you doubled your efforts, tongue working her clit with relentless precision, sucking and licking until her grip in your hair tightened painfully and her whole body tensed.

Then she shattered.

A loud, unrestrained moan left her lips as she came hard, her hips jerking against your mouth, her juices coating your lips and chin. You kept going, letting her ride out every last wave of pleasure until she was shuddering, her breathing uneven, her grip in your hair finally loosening.

You pulled back slightly, licking your lips, looking up at her with dazed satisfaction.

Lilia smirked, eyes still heavy with pleasure as she met your gaze. “You did so fucking good, baby,” she murmured, reaching down to cup your cheek, her thumb brushing your bottom lip. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

Her smirk widened, and the hunger in her eyes sent a fresh wave of anticipation through you. God, you could never get enough.

Your knees ached, a dull throb settling in from the hard floor, but you barely noticed. The taste of her was still on your tongue, her slick still warm on your lips, and the way she had unraveled above you had only made the ache between your own legs worse.

Lilia wasn’t finished.

She grabbed your wrist, rough and unrelenting, pulling you to your feet. Your legs trembled from how long you had been kneeling, but she didn’t slow down, didn’t give you a moment to steady yourself. She didn’t care if she was too rough, and you didn’t either.

“Get on the bed,” she ordered, voice low, thick with dominance.

You swallowed hard and obeyed, crawling onto the mattress, positioning yourself as she wanted — head hanging slightly over the edge, body laid out for her. The anticipation made you shiver. You didn’t know what she was planning, but the hunger in her gaze told you she wasn’t going to be gentle.

You bit your lip as she moved, eyes locked onto her as she grabbed the harness, fastening it around her waist with practiced ease. The deep red strap stood thick and firm against her hips, and your breath hitched at the sight. The way she adjusted it, tightening the straps, rolling her hips slightly to test the fit — it made your stomach clench with a fresh wave of arousal.

Lilia smirked, stepping closer, towering over you. Her fingers curled under your chin, tilting your face up toward her.

“Open,” she murmured, voice smooth, commanding.

You parted your lips immediately, your breath coming out in shallow little pants. Lilia spat into her hand, spreading the wetness along the length of the strap, her movements slow, deliberate — teasing.

Then she pressed the tip against your lips, not waiting for permission before pushing inside.

The thick silicone stretched your mouth open, making you whimper around it as she pressed in deeper, her grip tightening in your hair. She started slow at first, letting you adjust, but it didn’t take long before she picked up the pace, thrusting harder, the harness rubbing against her clit with every movement.

You moaned around her, drool spilling from the corners of your mouth as she fucked into you with steady, deliberate thrusts. Lilia groaned at the sensation, the strap grinding against her, sending waves of pleasure through her already sensitive body.

“Look at you,” she murmured, her voice laced with dark amusement. “So eager to take everything I give you.”

Tears welled in your eyes, your throat tightening as she pushed deeper, her rhythm relentless. You could barely breathe between thrusts, barely think past the heat pooling between your thighs. You slid a hand down, fingers brushing against your own soaked folds, finding your clit and rubbing tight, needy circles.

Lilia noticed immediately.

“You’re touching yourself?” she breathed, a wicked grin curling on her lips. “So desperate, so needy while I fuck your mouth?”

You moaned in response, your fingers working faster, your body trembling from how much you needed release. Your throat constricted around the strap-on as she thrust again, saliva dripping down your chin, your eyes glassy with arousal.

Lilia groaned, her grip in your hair tightening, using you exactly how she wanted, chasing her own pleasure as the harness pressed and rubbed against her clit. Her hips snapped forward, her rhythm stuttering, growing erratic.

“Fuck—” she gasped, her breath coming out in sharp pants. “I’m gonna cum — gonna cum all over this fucking thing.”

Her pace grew rougher, more desperate, her thighs shaking as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak. With a sharp cry, she came hard, her body trembling, her slick dripping down her inner thighs as the last waves of pleasure pulsed through her.

She didn’t stop thrusting immediately, her hips still moving in tiny, jerky motions, dragging out every last second of pleasure while you moaned beneath her, fingers still buried in your own soaked cunt.

When she finally stilled, panting, she looked down at you—your lips swollen, your cheeks streaked with tears, your thighs pressed together as you chased your own high.

Lilia smirked.

“Such a good little slut for me,” she murmured, wiping the wetness from your chin with her thumb before leaning in, her lips brushing against your ear.

Your body was still trembling, your skin burning with the aftershocks of pleasure, but Lilia wasn’t done with you. Not even close.

"Get in position," she commanded, her voice thick with dominance. "Face down, ass up."

You barely had time to catch your breath before obeying, shifting onto your stomach and lifting your hips, pressing your chest against the mattress while arching your back to present yourself to her. You could feel your slick dripping down your thighs, a sticky, needy mess, but Lilia just smirked at the sight.

"Look at you," she murmured, dragging her fingers down your spine, making you shiver. "So obedient, so fucking desperate to be used."

You whined, pushing back slightly, wordlessly begging for her to just give it to you already.

Lilia didn’t make you wait.

You gasped as she grabbed your hips, lining up the strap-on with your soaked cunt before thrusting in, filling you in one ruthless motion. The stretch was immediate, the thickness pushing deep inside you, forcing your walls to accommodate every inch. Your fingers curled into the sheets, a breathless moan spilling from your lips as she set a brutal pace, fucking into you with no hesitation, no restraint.

The wet sounds of your cunt taking her filled the room, mixing with the sharp slap of her hips against your ass. Lilia groaned above you, the harness grinding against her clit with every movement, sending waves of pleasure through her as well.

"Fuck, you're gripping me so tight," she breathed, punctuating her words with a sharp thrust that had you choking on a moan. "So fucking greedy for my cock."

Her hand came down hard against your ass, the stinging slap making you jolt, a gasp leaving your lips. The heat of it spread across your skin, making your walls flutter around the strap buried inside you. Lilia chuckled darkly.

"You like that, don’t you?" she mused, spanking you again, harder this time. "You love being treated like a filthy little slut, don’t you?"

"Yes," you whimpered, voice muffled against the mattress.

"Yeah?" Lilia grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back, forcing you to arch even deeper. "Then take it."

She fucked you even harder, hips slamming into you, the strap stretching your cunt with every relentless thrust. The pressure, the fullness, the way she completely controlled your body — it was too much, not enough, everything all at once. Your moans turned into desperate cries, your legs shaking, but Lilia didn’t slow down.

Her teeth found your shoulder, biting down, marking you as she fucked you into the mattress. One of her hands moved to your chest, fingers finding your sensitive nipples, rolling and twisting them between her fingers, making you whine at the sharp mix of pleasure and pain.

You barely had time to process it before she changed positions again.

Without warning, she shoved your face into the mattress, pressing your cheek down into the sheets, holding you there with a firm grip. Then, she lifted one leg, pressing her foot against the side of your face, pinning you down completely as she adjusted her angle.

"Stay down," she ordered, her voice dripping with authority.

You had no choice. You were completely at her mercy, your body helpless under her control as she fucked you even deeper, the new angle hitting a spot inside you that made your vision blur.

"Fuck, you're dripping all over me," Lilia groaned, her pace growing erratic as she chased her own high, the harness pressing perfectly against her swollen clit. "Gonna cum again, baby? Gonna soak my cock like the desperate little thing you are?"

You couldn’t even speak, couldn’t do anything except take it. Your walls clenched around the strap-on, the pressure coiling so tightly inside you that you thought you might break.

Lilia smirked, grinding her hips in slow, deep circles, making the strap drag against every sensitive spot inside you.

"Go on," she murmured, voice thick with satisfaction. "Cum for me again. Be a good little slut and fucking cum."

The command shattered you. Your body locked up, pleasure ripping through you in sharp, uncontrollable waves. Your cunt pulsed around the strap-on, your cries muffled against the sheets as the orgasm tore through you, leaving you trembling and wrecked beneath her.

Lilia groaned above you, her own body tensing as she reached her peak, the harness pressing perfectly against her clit. She moaned low and breathless, grinding against you as she came hard, her slick dripping down her thighs.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was your ragged breathing, the lingering wet, messy noises of your ruined body against hers. Then, Lilia leaned down, her lips brushing against your ear as she smirked.

"You did so well for me," she murmured, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to the side of your neck.

Lilia pressed slow, open-mouthed kisses against your neck, her breath hot against your damp skin. Your body was still twitching from the aftershocks, your limbs weak, your pussy aching from the relentless way she had just fucked you. You barely registered the moment she unstrapped the harness, tossing it aside before making herself comfortable beside you, her fingers lazily tracing patterns over your thigh.

For a few moments, the only sound was the ragged rise and fall of your breathing, the sheets sticking to your sweat-slicked skin. But Lilia wasn’t done.

"Come here," she murmured, her voice lower now, thick with satisfaction but still laced with hunger. "Sit across from me."

You blinked, still trying to gather yourself, but when Lilia gave an order, you obeyed. Slowly, you shifted, moving to sit opposite her, mirroring her position. Your legs spread instinctively as you adjusted, and the moment you settled, you realized exactly what she had in mind.

Lilia’s smirk was dark, knowing, as she let her own legs fall open, exposing her glistening, swollen cunt. She was just as wrecked as you, her skin flushed, her body still trembling slightly from her own release.

"Touch yourself," she instructed, her fingers already slipping between her slick folds. "I wanna watch you."

Your breath hitched, your body still overly sensitive, but the sight of Lilia playing with herself, the way her fingers slowly circled her clit, had fresh heat pooling in your belly. You swallowed hard, then let your own hand slide down, finding your drenched cunt, fingers parting your folds as you rubbed slow, teasing circles over your clit.

A shudder ran through you both at the same time.

"Fuck," Lilia exhaled, her eyes locked onto your soaked pussy, watching the way your fingers moved. "You’re still dripping. I really did a number on you, huh?"

You whimpered, nodding, your fingers pressing down harder as you matched her pace.

"Uh-uh," Lilia tutted, a smirk pulling at her lips. "Faster. I wanna see you fall apart again."

You obeyed, speeding up, pleasure sparking through your overstimulated nerves. Your walls clenched around nothing, desperate to be filled again, but the sight of Lilia losing herself across from you was enough to send another wave of heat rolling through your body.

Lilia’s head tipped back slightly, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she worked her fingers faster, rubbing tight circles over her swollen clit. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps, her free hand moving to cup her own breast, tweaking her nipple between her fingers with a breathy moan.

"God, you look so fucking good like this," she groaned, her dark eyes flickering back to you. "Fucking yourself, all messy and desperate. Wish it was my fingers inside you instead."

You whined, your thighs trembling, your stomach tensing as the pleasure built. "Lilia—"

"You close, baby?" she murmured, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Yeah, I can see it. Your legs are shaking. You wanna cum for me again?"

"Yes," you gasped, barely able to get the word out.

"Then do it," she commanded, her own fingers moving faster, her hips rocking into her touch. "Cum with me. Make a fucking mess."

The sound of her wrecked moan was the final push you needed. Your body seized up, a strangled cry ripping from your throat as another orgasm crashed through you, more intense than the last. Your fingers stuttered, rubbing frantically over your clit as your cunt clenched around nothing, slick dripping down onto the sheets beneath you.

Lilia cursed, her own body shaking as she tipped over the edge, her head falling back against the pillows as she moaned deep and low, her slick coating her fingers as she rode out her orgasm.

For a long moment, neither of you moved, both of you breathing hard, bodies still trembling from the pleasure that just wrecked you both.

Finally, Lilia let out a slow, satisfied sigh, smirking at you through half-lidded eyes. "Damn," she murmured, voice thick and lazy. "You’re fucking perfect."

You couldn’t even speak, could only let out a breathless, blissed-out laugh as you collapsed back against the bed.

Lilia chuckled, reaching for you, pulling you against her sweat-slicked body. "C’mere," she muttered, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. "I think you’ve earned some rest."

[fourth-wing-stories]

Edge of desire

Pairing: Garrick x reader

Summary: A heated sparring session turns into something else

Masterlist

The clash of swords echoed through the sparring yard, the setting sun casting long shadows as you swung your blade toward Garrick. He deflected the strike effortlessly, his movements sharp and controlled, but there was an edge of frustration in his stance that hadn’t been there earlier.

“You’re pushing too hard,” he growled, their blades clashing again as they circled each other. “You’re going to burn yourself out.”

You narrowed your eyes, panting from exertion. “I’m fine,” you snapped, though every muscle in your body screamed for relief after hours of sparring. Sweat clung to your skin, but you weren’t about to give him the satisfaction of seeing you falter. “I don’t need your concern, Garrick.”

His jaw tightened. Without warning, he knocked your sword out of your hand in one swift motion, forcing you back against the stone wall with a forceful thud. You gasped, back hitting the rough surface, and suddenly, he was there—towering over you, pinning you with the heat of his body.

“You don’t need it?” he snarled, his face inches from yours, his breath hot against your lips. “You’re reckless. One wrong move and you’re dead.”

Glaring up at him, your heart raced—not just from the fight, but from something deeper, something you didn’t want to admit. Your pulse pounded in your ears, your chest heaving with exertion and something far more dangerous. “I can handle myself,” you shot back, though the defiance in your voice faltered under the intensity of his gaze.

His eyes darkened, the space between you crackling with unspoken tension. The shift was sudden but undeniable—where there had been only the thrill of battle, now there was heat, desire. Garrick’s grip on your waist tightened, his thumb brushing the bare skin just under your shirt. The sensation sent a shiver down your spine, pooling warmth deep in your core.

“You’re impossible,” he muttered, his voice rough, his breath ghosting over your lips. Before you could respond, he closed the distance between you, crashing his lips into yours with a fierce, desperate need.

Your mind went blank, the world dissolving around you as your body reacted instinctively. You tangled your hands in his hair, pulling him closer, your kiss just as urgent, just as full of unspoken longing. His hands roamed over your body, rough and possessive, as if he’d been holding back for far too long. Your skin burned wherever he touched, a fire spreading through you as you pressed yourself against him, craving more.

Garrick’s lips trailed down to your neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there, drawing a soft moan from your throat. You arched into him, your hands sliding over the hard planes of his chest, feeling the tension coiled beneath his muscles, the barely restrained strength.

His voice was a low growl against your skin. “I want you,” he whispered, his hands already working at your waistband, his fingers teasing at the edge of your clothes.

“Garrick,” you breathed, your voice trembling as desire coursed through you.

Just as things were about to spiral out of control, the door creaked open, the sound like a bucket of cold water thrown over both of you.

“Oh, gods,” came a startled voice.

Your eyes flew open, heat rising to your face as you looked toward the door. Rhiannon stood there, eyes wide, her mouth agape with barely concealed amusement. Garrick froze, his hands still firmly on your hips, his body taut with frustration and desire.

Rhiannon’s gaze darted between the two of you, her expression shifting into a smug grin. “Uh, sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt… whatever this is,” she said, backing away slowly. “I’ll just… yeah.”

You swallowed hard, still breathless, your face burning with embarrassment. Garrick pulled back slightly, though the tension between you hadn’t dissipated. His grip on your waist lingered, and his eyes, dark with a promise of unfinished business, met yours again.

“This isn’t over,” he whispered in your ear, his voice low and full of intent, sending a shiver down your spine.

You nodded, your body still humming with the heat of the moment, your voice barely above a whisper. “Not even close.”

Garrick’s intense gaze lingered on you for a moment longer before he bent down to retrieve his discarded sword. With one last, smoldering glance, he straightened, his lips quirking in a small, dangerous smile. “We’ll finish this later,” he said, his words filled with certainty.

[shimmerandink]

Pinned & Breathless part 2

Vi x fem! Reader

Smut

Tags: Vi x fem! Reader, dirty talk, nsfw, licking, fingering, Dom! Vi

Summary: after a fighting match with each other you and Vi start escalating the training session.

Part 1 Masterlist

Vi’s breath was hot against your lips, her smirk still lingering even as you hovered over her. Her wrists were pinned beneath your grip, her own trick turned against her. You could see the flicker of surprise in her eyes, quickly masked by something more dangerous.

“Oh, you think you’ve got me now?” Her voice was low, teasing, but there was a challenge in it too.

You leaned in just enough that your breath ghosted over her lips, savoring the way her smirk faltered for a split second. “I know I do.”

Vi shifted beneath you, testing your grip, but you held firm. You felt her muscles tense, the pure strength coiled in her body like a spring waiting to snap, only she didn’t. She stayed right there, pinned beneath you, eyes dark with something far more heated than just competition.

Then she moved, fast.

Before you could react, Vi twisted just enough to free one wrist, her fingers immediately threading into your hair as she yanked you down into a kiss that stole the breath from your lungs. It was fierce, all heat and hunger, like she was still trying to win even now.

But if she thought you were going to make it easy for her, she had another thing coming.

Your fingers tighten in Vi’s hair, tugging just enough to draw a sharp breath from her lips. Her smirk wavers, eyes burning with something darker, hungrier.

“Oh, you’re playing dirty now?” she rasps, her voice lower, rougher. She’s still half-pinned beneath you, but her body shifts, pressing up against yours, making you feel every solid inch of her.

“I thought you liked it dirty,” you tease, just to see how far you can push her.

Vi’s response is immediate. One second, you’re on top, and the next, she’s flipped you, her weight pressing you down, her thigh slipping between yours. Heat pools low in your stomach as her mouth moves to your jaw, your throat, teeth grazing teasingly.

“You have no idea what you just started,” she murmurs, her fingers dragging slowly, deliberately down your side.

Vi’s grip tightens where her fingers press into your hips, holding you down as her mouth moves hungrily over your skin. Teeth, tongue, lips—she’s everywhere at once, setting your nerves on fire. The match was supposed to be about training, but neither of you had cared about that the second you pinned her.

Now, she’s making sure you regret it.

“You like teasing me, huh?” Vi’s voice is low, rough against your throat. “Think you can play my game and win?”

You barely get a word out before she grinds her thigh up against your core, ripping the air from your lungs. A smirk ghosts her lips as she watches you unravel. “Yeah. That’s what I thought.”

Your fingers tangle in her hair, tugging just hard enough to pull a growl from her lips. It only seems to make her hungrier. She drags her hands down your body, fast, desperate, like she’s been holding back too long and refuses to wait another second.

“Vi—”

“Shh.” She cuts you off with a kiss, messy and consuming, like she’s trying to claim every part of you at once. “I don’t wanna talk. I wanna hear you.”

She’s already moving lower, lips and teeth leaving a trail of heat as she tears away the last barriers between you. The second her fingers dip between your thighs, she curses under her breath, eyes dark with hunger.

“You’re already this wet for me?” Her voice is a rasp, half teasing, half wrecked with need. “Fuck, I can’t wait.”

There’s nothing slow or careful about the way she touches you, Vi is all urgency, all rough hands and impatient need. She doesn’t take her time, doesn’t hold back. She wants to feel every reaction, hear every sound, push you over the edge again and again until you’re wrecked beneath her.

And judging by the fire in her eyes, she won’t stop until she does.

Vi doesn’t waste time. She never does. The second her fingers slip between your thighs, she groans, low and rough, like she’s the one being touched.

“Fuck,” she breathes, her forehead pressing against yours as her fingers slide through your slick. “You’re so wet for me.”

You don’t get a chance to answer before she pushes one finger inside, then another, curling just right, just enough to make your hips jerk against her hand.

“That’s it.” Vi’s voice is wrecked, half-command, half-praise. “You’re gonna let me take you apart, yeah?”

You can’t do anything but nod, already arching against her as she starts moving. There’s nothing slow or teasing about it, she sets a relentless pace, fingers pumping into you, palm pressing against your clit with every thrust. The sound of it, slick and obscene, only makes her grin.

“Listen to you,” she murmurs, pressing a messy kiss to your jaw. “All desperate for me. You wanna come already?”

You do. You really fucking do. But Vi isn’t satisfied yet. She wants more.

Before you can break, she’s gone, her fingers slipping out, leaving you empty for half a second before she’s moving lower, dragging her mouth down your body like she can’t stand being anywhere else.

Then she’s between your thighs, and the second her tongue flicks over your clit, your whole body jolts. Vi groans against you, hands gripping your hips, holding you in place as she devours you without restraint.

“Fucking perfect,” she mumbles, voice muffled against your skin before she sucks your clit between her lips, rolling her tongue over it like she’s savoring every second.

The heat coils tighter, unbearable, and Vi can feel it, she can tell you’re right there, trembling beneath her. Instead of slowing, she doubles down, one hand sliding back between your thighs, pushing her fingers deep inside you again as her tongue works your clit in tandem.

That’s all it takes.

Your body arches, your fingers twisting in Vi’s hair, holding her against you as you come apart with a cry. She doesn’t let up, doesn’t stop, working you through every wave, drinking in your pleasure like she’s starving for it.

Only when you’re shaking does she finally slow, pressing one last, lingering kiss to your sensitive skin before dragging herself back up your body.

Her smirk is lazy, satisfied, lips slick as she presses them to yours, letting you taste yourself on her tongue.

“Guess that means I win this round.” She rolls onto her back, stretching with a satisfied sigh. “Think you’ll be ready for a rematch?”