#killing eve au

[morosejackal]

Killing Eve x fem!Sonadow

see my vision 🙏

[moyathermopolis]

the giver 18+

inspired by the giver // chappell roan

villanelle x reader

pairing: villanelle x female reader warnings: smut, daddy kink, dirty talk, age gap, degradation, car sex, spanking, public sex, dom/sub themes, killing eve au, 18+ word count: 1k

firm tender fingers stalked across your exposed skin as you ground your hips against the elusive blonde’s pelvis. your hands were making quick work of the buttons on her dress shirt, in turn she lowered your tube top, exposing your supple breasts. you sucked her bottom lip into your own mouth before swirling your tongue around hers. "mmm, what did you say your name was again?" you moaned, your hands and hips never stopping their fluid movements.

"it's villanelle." she mumbled simply as her big hands palmed the globes of your ass. she buried her face deep in your chest, kissing and kneading the large flesh there.

you two were in the backseat of her spacious tinted four door, grinding on each other like horny degenerates. her thick russian accent mesmerized you instantly when she greeted you in the dive bar. you just happened to be in the middle of nowhere in central florida, staying the night before you got on the road in the morning. you didn’t mind a wild spontaneous night so you gave her your signature fuck me eyes, the mutual attraction unmistakable. you knew she meant business by the confidence in her walk and her oversized blue suit, hence your current situation right now.

"do you want me, villanelle?"

"very much." she chased your plump lips but you turned your head, instead, her teeth sunk into the warm flesh on the side of your neck. she jerked her body upwards, making you buck into her like a cowgirl. “oh, haha, you think you're the one in charge? cute."

pale blue buttons popped off her shirt, flying in different directions when you ripped it open. villanelle's white lace bra was on display now, you smirked running your long nails down her stomach leaving behind red welts. she bucked and hissed, almost looking impressed with you. "i'm not?"

villanelle wrapped her hand around your neck, her biceps flexing as she squeezed tightly. in one swift motion she pulled your body down onto the black leather seats. one hand gripped the back of your neck, firmly holding you in place, while the other hiked your ass in the air. she palmed your ass in slow, rough circles, and then-

smack! smack! smack!

a sharp hiss escaped your lips and you squeezed your eyes shut as her pelvis rubbed against your freshly spanked ass, adding to the sweet torture. that's more like it, slut." villanelle growled, "this is how i want you." her fingers grazed over your lips, playing with the slick arousal around your dripping hole. “you’re dripping all over my fucking fingers.”

“mmm,” you reached for her zipper trying to get into her pants, but she caught your wrist. “i wanna touch you too," you whimpered defeatedly.

"we only have a couple of minutes, let me savor this while i can my love." she placed gentle kisses on your sore ass and deepened the arch in your back. you spread your thighs further apart for her, flaunting your dampened cunt. "mmm, such a sloppy pretty pussy you have, if you can behave, i think i’ll taste you."

"i'll behave... i promise."

"yeah? put your arms behind your back and keep them there." she slapped your pussy lips with an open palm and plunged her fingers inside of you. you hissed and whimpered as she stretched you out, fucking her long fingers into you at a steady rhythm.

“that feels so fucking good, yesss.” you buried your face into the seats to muffle your loud cries. she gave your ass another smack and dug her fingers into your hip, grabbing you roughly. she rocked your hips back repeatedly, matching the urgent thrust of her fingers. you trembled as your shaky fingers moved to touch swollen puffy cunt.

villanelle landed three smacks on your bruised ass, stopping your movements as you let out a strangled scream. "did i say you could touch yourself? you filthy slut.”

her slender fingers squeezed at the sides of your neck and it prompted you to return your arms back to their original spot, interlocking them this time. “i’m sorrrrry!”

"call me daddy slut."

"i'm so sorry, daddy."

"you said you'd behave." villanelle grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked you flush against her. she growled in your ear while cruelly rubbing your slick clit, "are you a liar my love?"

"mmm n-no i promise ah- i-i can be a good girl!"

"good girls put there mouth to good use, did you know that?" you scurried in between her knees embarrassingly fast as she pulled her pants off. her lengthy legs caged you in as her firm hand, placed on the back of your neck, guided you into her center.

your tongue licked up and down through the hole in her navy blue boxers until you found her cunt. you licked through her wet folds before suckling your lips around her throbbing clit. her slick instantly coated your lips and chin, "mmm, you're so fucking wet daddy." you smacked on her cunt repeatedly eliciting throaty groans from villanelle. it drove you crazy when her tongue ran over her bottom lip and she ground her pelvis into your tongue.

"you like it when i use that pretty face of yours don't you?"

you nodded your head enthusiastically as your words muffled over her wet cunt, "yes daddyyy." a firm hand cupped the bottom of your jaw as you slid your taut tongue inside of her velvety walls, massaging them.

villanelle’s brown eyes locked onto yours as she spread her thighs wider for you, you softened immediately. "fuuuuck, good girl my love."

"i told you i could be good." you whined into her, flicking your tongue against her clit before spreading her puffy pussy lips. villanelle was impressed with how well you took her, now she only wanted to give you more. until three pointed knocks on the backseat window pulled your lips from her messy cunt.

a curly haired woman had her hands up to the window, looking into it. you eyed her carefully, your mouth glistening with villanelle's essence while her muffled voice carried into the car. "is it my turn yet?"

you squinted in confusion thinking you’d been caught, "who is that?”

"no one my love, just keep sucking," she shoved your face back into her cunt and shooed the woman. “go away eve!"

"villanelle!" the beautiful brunette shouted and hit the car repeatedly, "get out right now!"

[villqn3lle]

Hear me out: the Killing Eve ending wasn’t as bad as it could be. I’m glad it ended the way it ended because we only saw Eve’s world collapse for a moment and if the show went on then we would’ve seen Eve as a completely different person. I NEED a different ending than what we got but at least the show didn’t go on from there.

[camilleisback]

just watched killing eve because of your these violent delights verse and i have to say it wasn't as good as your writing i was actually slightly disappointed tbh. good thing i can always re read

Oh my god, THANKS????? ❤️❤️❤️

Yeah, uhm, Killing Eve is written very very well...up until a certain point, when the screenwriters have probably started smoking crack or something LMAO

I'm so very happy you liked my work that much, tho ❤️❤️❤️❤️

(if anyone's interested, you can find the whole landoscar verse on ao3)

[comfycomers]

Villaneve // John Wick AU

[lamb-of-wrath]

might honestly really try to finish the chapter of my killing eve/big swiss au soon i really want to post something i miss them aaaaaaaaaaaaa

[exykiramman]

Detective Caitlyn Kiramman investigates the suspicious murder of a high-ranking Piltover Mafia boss with a hairpin.

Assassin Vi continues her missions, communicated to her by Silco, before a navy-blue haired girl catches her attention.

Drawn into a cat-and-mouse game, both women are captivated by the other - but why?

[aziraphales-library]

Hello dear mods ! I read a fic but now I cant find it , so it was basically a killing eve au where crowley is an assassin (vilanelle) and aziraphale is an agent from m15 (eve) and i remember for a fact that crowley is gender fluid and it was a series , I think ? That consisted of two fics. I'd be ever so grateful if you could find it

Hi! You're looking for...

Killing Adam and Eve by orphan_account (M)

Ezra Fell really likes assassins, far more than any of his coworkers think is healthy. But his obsession comes in handy when investigating the newest psychopathic contract killer Anthony. What happens when these people from two opposing worlds find some ineffable connection?

But here are a couple more Killing Eve AUs for anyone interested...

die for you in secret by parentaladvisorybullshitcontent (T)

“You killed that dignitary. They made me look at the crime scene photos, they think I have some sort of – some sort of hold over you-" “You do,” Crowley says, voice low and urgent.

hiss hiss sweet serpent by LeilaKalomi (E)

Crowley—Anthony Crowley—has dreamed all his life of being like James Bond. Unfortunately, life at the Home Office isn't as exciting as he'd thought it would be...until, he hears that Carolyn Martens of the Russia desk needs an MI5 connection to help track an intriguing man suspected of being a part of the notorious international gang, the Angels. Could Crowley be the right man for the job? Or will this be his downfall?

- Mod D

[midnightwinterhawk]

Did I really binge the entirety of season 1 of Killing Eve today just so I could read a FeydPaul Killing Eve AU? Absolutely.

Villanelle is so Feyd coded it's ridiculous.

Do yourself a favor...

little death by @ladybundle

7.7k | Explicit

“Hey, baby,” Feyd says softly, curling up on his bed, phone against his ear.

“Don’t call me that,” Paul snaps.

“Whatever you say.”

———

Killing Eve AU

[iftheyweredogs]

really annoyed that they didnt explore this dynamic more - like ..... hello ... why... like I thought they were gonna have a little relationship u know with this scene . he's like the only guy who actually got eve to open up --other wise her ACtUAL characterization on the show is so annoying ...

like the writers are like, dont worry bruv im gonna make this lesbian so straight and annoying (queer baiting a lot with her though)

she just comes of as this self hating person who cant be vulnerable and who does 180's in her motivations all the time - like she's a mess

[wafflesandkruge]

if i loved you less i'd be a liar (zoyalina)

alina has been working for mi5 for years, and the only thing she can say about her job is that it's boring as hell. so when an enigmatic female serial killer seems to taunt her with a string of bread crumbs and bodies left around the world, she can't help but chase after her like she's a lifeline. or, the zoyalina villaneve au we deserve.

a/n: written for @generalstarkov's birthday!! happy birthday beloved 🥰 finally cracking the list of requests you sent me hehe. this is just a short snippet to start the au, but hopefully i'll write a bit more for it later when i finally graduate and have some time. ANYWAY GO WATCH KILLING EVE IF YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY.

ao3

Alina sighed as she looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. It was her eighth straight hour at the hospital, and it was beginning to show. Her skin looked almost waxy under the harsh white lighting, the dark circles under her eyes more pronounced than usual. Her scalp ached from the tight and professional bun she’d scraped her pale hair into that morning. Mal was going to ask questions when she got home, again, but it wasn’t like she could tell him she’d been recruited by MI6 to track down a serial killer responsible for dozens of murders around the globe. He’d just give her that concerned look again, and be so horribly nice to her that she’d want to scream and break something like one of his elementary school students just to try to get him to understand.

There was something wrong with her, and he couldn’t see it. No one could. 

Alina yanked the hair tie from her hair and relished the painful tingling in her scalp as her hair uncoiled itself. The faucet turned on with a reluctant squeak, and she splashed cold water onto her face in an attempt to rejuvenate herself. She’d be stuck here for at least another two hours. Maybe if she caved and bought a coffee from the ancient vending machine outside the witness’ room, she’d get through it without strangling her new partner. With that cheery thought, she began coaxing her hair back into a semblance of a respectable style.

Alina nearly jumped out of her skin as the door of the one working stall slammed open. She hadn’t even noticed someone else had been in the restroom. So much for working at an international espionage agency.

In the mirror, Alina watched as a woman dressed in dark blue scrubs stepped out of the stall and took the sink beside her. She didn’t turn the water on. Alina paused, her hair half-up. The sense of being watched prickled the back of her neck. 

She turned and found the other woman watching her. She was easily the most gorgeous woman Alina had ever seen with skin the color of teakwood and glossy black curls that tumbled down her back. She had eyes only a shade darker than her scrubs, and they seemed to read every thought and feeling even Alina couldn’t understand about herself. Alina couldn’t help fixating on the tiniest details like the small bruise on her wrist, the gold necklace around her throat, the stray curl that wouldn’t stay down. Alina wanted to study her for hours, and evidently, the opposite was true as the woman continued staring at her, her expression unreadable.

“Can I help you?” Alina asked, her hands still tangled in her own hair.

Her eyes were cold, Alina realized. Cold and calculating. They regarded her cooly for another second before the woman turned away to the sink and washed her hands in a few quick, forceful movements. Her nails were painted cherry red. Alina returned her gaze back to her own reflection and tried to ignore the presence of the other woman. 

Just when the restroom door opened and Alina thought she was almost free, the woman paused over the threshold and looked back. Alina’s eyes were drawn to her like a magnet. The corners of the woman’s lips tugged upwards as their eyes met, and her face became even lovelier, if that was possible. Her eyes warmed, ice melting on the first day of spring.

“Wear your hair down.” It sounded like an order. With that, the woman stepped back and she was gone. The tension in the air bled away and Alina blinked, feeling like a boat that had been unmoored or a kite whose string had been cut, never to touch the ground again. 

Something in the world had shifted, and she didn’t know what.

She left her hair down.

[petite-madames-gallery]

Killing eve season one spoilers

Villanelle!Jason is in front of Eve!Kurt's door after he killed his coworker, but left him a suitcase of expensive designer clothes:

[moyathermopolis]

eve polastri 🍋‍🟩

[villqn3lle]

Brainrot Villaneve picrews because I’ll never be healed from that ending - p1/♾

[camilleisback]

I need a sequel of the Landoscar series “These violent delights” !

It’s a masterpiece ✨ I’ve read it all in a breath!

Oh my god, I'M SOOOO HAPPY ❤️❤️❤️

The thing is, I carefully planned a sequel, alright? But...I'm very much struggling with it, there's a lot of adaptation between Lando and Oscar in their new life as fugitives, and I'm not sure it's going in the direction I intended when I started plotting the closure.

Anyway, it's not a dead project, of course, just delayed. Have little faith in me and sooner or later I'll unlock it, it's only a matter of patience and perspective ❤️❤️

[comfycomers]

Villaneve // Sherlock AU