#ptn deren smut

[sinful-lanterns]

GOING LIVE!

synopsis: (camgirl AU) collaborating with various ptn women for your streams.

featuring: eleven, deren, bianca, shawn, angell

rating: 18+ smut (men and minors dni)

warnings: sub! afab fem reader, dom characters, adult se.x work, camming, fing.ering, strap ons, exhibition, voyeur.ism, deren grows a di.ck, oral, toys, mast.urbation, doggy style, riding, lap se.x, pet names, praise, masked se.x, belly bulge, may be ooc.

art credits: my drunken boss

ELEVEN

With your back pressed against Eleven and her fingers working like magic on your clit, your breathless whimpers were picked up by the microphone in front of you and left hundreds of viewers waiting on bated breath. The audio quality was astounding thanks to the help of Eleven’s professional equipment, but you couldn’t really fawn over it yet because of how good Eleven’s fingers felt plunging into your hot, slimy folds… 

“Welcome back to our Saturday Night special on Call at 3 AM…” Eleven didn’t even seem fazed by the speechless silence coming from you as she was too busy making sure the stream was perfect, “Joining me today is a woman that many of you…heh…are familiar with…” She gave you a soft smile before grabbing onto the camera and making it zoom closer on your face, the viewers instantly spamming the chat with heart emojis and bounties of cash, already kicking your night off with a plethora of fans.

“…Oh my, it seems that my viewers recognize you already.” Eleven cooed, using her free hand to tilt your head back to her before kissing the shell of your ear. As you were distracted, she grabbed the head of the camera and tilted it downwards to focus more on your cunt, the audience getting a high quality view of Eleven’s fingers sinking into your wet, velvety walls. 

The squelching noises picked up from the mic were so lewd. So intimate. For a woman as innocent as Eleven seemed, she definitely knew what she was doing. “Let me hear those moans, pretty girl. I know you can be as loud as the lips down here.” She giggled and teased your entrance with another finger, the tip swirling little circles around your folds before slowly inching in. Right away your leg flinched at the third intrusion, walls spreading to accommodate all three of Eleven’s fingers while she wormed her way inside of you. Even if she couldn’t feel any pleasure herself, you could hear Eleven’s breaths falter as she felt you tighten so sweetly around her fingers. 

“Oh…baby…” Eleven nearly whimpered, her voice making you quiver as she began thrusting her hand up and smacked her palm against your clit, “Enjoying yourself on my fingers? Our fans certainly are…” 

She smiled and adjusted her hold on you so that your back was pushing harder against her breasts. Though currently overwhelmed with the sensation of Eleven’s lithe fingers curling up against that tiny spot you adore, you could feel just how turned on she was by how stiff her nipples were against your back. If you could turn around and suck them in your mouth you would, but she kept a firm grip on your hips and made you face the camera for all to see. Your craving for her breasts will have to wait…

“Uh uh…eyes on the camera, my good girl…” Eleven purred, eyes going half lidded at your adorable expressions, “Everyone wants to see you…give them a show why don’t you…? She laughed and pushed her fingers even deeper than they’ve ever been before, ripping a moan right out of your throat like a primal growl deep within. “Mmpf…right there, baby? Yeah? You like that…?” 

She giggled and continued thrusting her digits faster, finger fucking you until all the chat could hear were your desperate little whines and Eleven’s slaps against your ass. “You’re such a natural at this…look at how many patrons are paying for our show, sweetie…”

Eleven groaned huskily before licking the side of your cheek, suddenly pushing you down on the bed with your ass up and stomach pressed against the sheets. “Don’t worry, chat…for tonight’s 3 AM special, we’ll be going all the way until dawn…. So hang tight, grab some lube, and just enjoy the show…” She winked playfully at the camera before hovering above you and caging you beneath her. “Stay like this for a little while longer, okay baby? We’re gonna be here for quite a while…” 

She kissed your cheek before you felt the thick, stiff prodding of her strap push against your already sopping entrance, the rest of the night a dizzy blur, as all you could see were Eleven’s hair curtaining your head, and the spam of donations coming from the chat…

DEREN

“Ah, well would you look at that. Our first donation of the night and I haven’t even done anything…” Deren smiled lazily as she was currently laying against the bed with you on top of her, completely naked while Deren only wore her jacket and her boxers. Though she was just a director, she was also excellent at filming too, her hands steady on the camera while she gave all your viewers a mouthwatering shot of you about to ride Deren like no tomorrow. 

“No strap. Boring?” Deren chuckled as she read one particular comment from the stream. “Oh, I’ve got something way cooler than a strap.” 

Using her special sinner abilities, Deren was able to conjure up a growing cock from underneath her boxers, stretching the muscle against the cloth of her underwear, until you inevitably freed it by yanking the elastic down. Like a spring, it bounced up due to how hard it was, the blood immediately rushing to the tip and making Deren groan with pleasure. “Fuck…” she licked her lips as she made eye contact with you from behind the camera, the live chat going crazy as no one has ever seen anything like this before. “I shouldn’t have envisioned it so hard already…” 

Yet although Deren was groaning to herself, you on the other hand were smirking and staring smugly at the camera. You were excited to collaborate with Deren for this exact reason; her S-Class sinner abilities that allowed her to make anything she fantasized into a reality. 

“Are you just gonna sit there and drool at it, babe?” Deren rested her hands behind her head and looked up at you, chuckling, “Or are you gonna ride me like you promised to…?”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at Deren’s smug attitude but decided to play along. As you angled your body to face the camera more clearly, you grabbed onto the base of her shaft and gave it a few, steady pumps, feeling along the girth and length of it. “Like it? I tried thinking of a size that best fit you,” Deren hummed, finding pleasure in the way your fingers wrapped around her stubby base. You nodded, clearly excited to get to the main course of your stream and show everyone just how good you could please another woman. Hovering just above her cockhead, you playfully ran your thumb over the tip before nestling it between your entrance, breath hitching as you slowly sank down on her length. 

“Shit…” Deren suddenly cursed under her breath and weld her eyes shut, the feeling of your warm, hot pussy enveloping her making her head go dizzy with ecstasy. “Haven’t even started and you feel like heaven…” 

She tried to play off the amount of pleasure she was feeling but couldn’t resist releasing a small moan when you sank all the way to the base. With just a bit of spit, lube and foreplay, you were already opening up so wonderfully for her, tight walls gripping at Deren like your life depended on it, all the while the director kept a firm hold on the camera. Despite her professionalism in this line of work, her hands were trembling from how good you made her feel, causing the livestream footage to be a little shaky…

“Heh…the watchers love you,” Deren comments, trying to avert your attention away from how pathetic she was being. “Why don’t you start riding me now? The audience is getting antsy for some action.” 

She attempted to relax back against the pillows, before you suddenly bounced on her hips and made her choke on her spit. Instantly, it felt like she was going to pass out from how good she felt, your pussy swallowing her in and out every time you bounced on top of her. “Oh…b-babe…” her face went red with pleasure as the comments immediately flooded in, cooing over how cute you looked riding your director’s dick. 

‘Not so smug now, are you?’ You couldn’t help but think, smiling before letting out the moans you held in while Deren’s fat cock plugged you whole. Sure, Deren was a professional when it came to shooting films and movies, but she sure as hell was inexperienced when in the place of the actor. As more donations and comments flooded in your comment section, you could only smile and listen to every suggestion Deren had to read; cockrings, sucking her off, fleshlights…? Oh, you were certainly going to have a fun time with your dearest director….

The poor woman was going to be an amateur at something after all…

BIANCA

With a shaky camera lens and Bianca’s eyes attentively focused on you, you sat sprawled out in front of her with a dildo in your hands currently thrusting into your cunt. When Bianca said she was an expert in filming things thanks to her job as a reporter, you believed her and let her collaborate with you on set. However, now that you actually had her helping you film one of your livestreams up close, you could see that Bianca’s “professionalism” was starting to slip through the cracks the more she watched you. 

“A-Ah…you’re doing great!” Bianca’s voice cracked, sweat starting to drip down her face as she tried to keep herself from blushing. To be honest, just the sight of you naked in front of her was enough to make her nervous, legs clamping together to hide the wetness forming in her pants, all the while she tried to distract herself by reading some of the livestream comments. 

“So many donations already! W-Wow…your fans really love you!” Bianca giggled, though there was an obvious lump in her throat from how much saliva was gathering in her mouth. Poor girl was drooling so much, her blue eyes trained on that ribbed dildo and silently wishing she was the one pushing it inside of you. “Hnn…many are suggesting for you to try the other toys next…” 

Bianca couldn’t help but gulp as her eyes trailed over to the selection of toys you had prepared for yourself. Dildos of different colors, vibrators, nipple clamps, plugs, the broad selection made Bianca tremble as she imagined you in various positions with different things to make you scream. The urge to touch herself was strong, yet no matter how much she wanted to stuff her fingers down her pants and masturbate to the sight of you fucking yourself live on silicone, she was determined to keep filming.�� 

You, of course, noticed just how riled up Bianca was getting judging by how much she was biting her lip. If you kept up like this for an hour or two, Bianca’s lips would be all bloody and blue. “You can touch yourself, my sweet camerawoman,” you assured softly, teasingly spreading your legs wider to give both your audience and Bianca a better view. “I’m sure my fans wouldn’t mind a little bit of shaky footage.” 

A small gasp left Bianca’s lips as her knees practically buckled in excitement. Resisting the urge to just toss the camera away and tackle you to the bed to have her way, she eagerly pushed her pants down, fingers quickly finding her entrance and swirling them around while she kept watching you. “Oh…damn.” Bianca squeaked, smiling ear to ear while a blissful expression overtook her face. “I could get used to this. No wonder— mmpf, so many people pay to watch you. You’re like a movie star!” 

Despite her excited tone, you could see just how much you were affecting her, her eyes half lidded in pleasure while the shuffling in her pants indicated how fast she was fingering herself. Her lips were slightly parted as if frozen between a moan and a whimper, her cute face going all pink with how hot her body was getting. “Nnnn feels so good…but…I wanna know if you feel good too…” 

Despite not being supposed to talk much during the livestream, Bianca couldn’t keep her babbling mouth shut. She couldn’t help but whine about her needs to finger you and make you hers, to kiss those pretty lips and distract you while she grabs that dildo and shows you how much harder she could fuck you. “Wanna touch you so bad…ah…please…” chatty that she was, silently pleading for you to let her do something. “Please…please, I wanna touch you too…you look so good like this…” 

Unable to resist her pretty begs any longer, you groaned and slid the ribbed toy out of you, using a finger to beckon her closer. “Alright…” you whispered breathlessly, pussy clamping over nothing now as it now craved to have something inside it once more. “Go ahead Bianca, I’m all yours…” 

Your poor viewers could only watch as the camera shook and was scuffled away to prop itself on your desk. The angle was messy and the quality decreased a little, but no one really cared as they all watched in amusement when Bianca lunged herself at you. Ready to give the audience a show that she’d been wanting to do with you all night…

SHAWN

“Keep the camera on my good side. You’ll get more followers that way.”

Cocky that she was, yet Shawn was an interesting collaborator to work with, as her good looks and charisma instantly had your viewers swooning and spamming various donations in your comments for her to demolish you. She was definitely riding a high horse when you asked her to collaborate with you for your “special streams” but Shawn was quick to say yes. How could she ever turn down the opportunity to fuck a pretty girl like you? Especially in front of a live audience on the internet where she could display her talents in pleasing a woman. 

“Ah, many of them seem to like me…” Shawn grinned as she watched all the oncoming messages spew out like flies. She was nonchalant, relaxed almost, if not for the fact that she had you gagging on her strap and drooling so prettily for the camera. “Make her choke some more?” Shawn tsked as she read another slew of comments, a bit impressed by how dirty your fans could be, “My, your viewers are quite the sadistic bunch, aren’t they?”

Shawn gently patted your cheek and gazed down at you rather condescendingly, her hand moving up to rest on the top of your head and nudge you down. “Ease down a little lower, pretty girl. You’re lucky I’m only nice to you.” She couldn’t help but laugh at the thought of ever being rough with you. While she knew you were able to take a bit of rough manhandling from her, she didn’t want to make her pretty girl cry (even though she knew you loved it when she made you cry during sex).

“Deeper…deeper…” Shawn exhaled shakily as she eased you down on her fake cock, eyes trained on the way you greedily slurped on her shaft like it was your last meal. The clear strings of drool that clung to the sides of your lips made Shawn shiver with rogue imagination. “Fuuuck, you’re good at this…” Shawn grumbled, grinning at the way you took it down like a champ, “Your cheeks look so cute when they’re full. We should have you suck me off more often…”

She laughed at the thought, accidentally pushing your head down further and causing you to choke on her strap. “Shit. Sorry, sorry…” she immediately softened and pulled you back so you could slide off, your drool clinging onto the warm silicone and attaching you to the tip by your tongue. Despite Shawn’s rare show of concern however, you brushed off her worries and gave her a look that indicated you wanted to do more. You weren’t here to be babied and coddled, you were here to get fucked and fucked good. 

“Oh…oh…” Shawn’s face relaxed back into its nonchalant state, and she immediately smiled at your show of enthusiasm. “You’re tougher than I thought, kitten.” 

She eased your mouth back down on her strap, grabbing onto the camera to make sure the audience got a full view of your lips wrapping around her head, the girth of it all was making your cheeks puff up as you continued to bob your head down on Shawn. The sight of you on your knees for her, gazing up at her with innocent, doe-like eyes was sending Shawn on a little power trip that made her eyes darken with lust. 

“You know…as hot as you are throating my strap, I can’t help but think it’s lubed enough already.” She snickered a little before tilting your chin up to gaze at her, mouth still occupied with her dick, “On your knees once more, but this time…ass up.” 

A flurry of comments quickly overwhelmed the live chat, reactions and donations alike clearly excited for what Shawn was about to do to you as she pushed you down into doggy position. “Make sure to get on this side. Yeah, this side is where the camera gets my best side.” She chuckled at her words before swirling the tip of her strap against your already soaked folds, her cockiness canceled out by the amount of cock she was going to put in you…

ANGELL

Dressed in an all dark mask that obscured Angell’s identity on stream, the only thing that your viewers could see through the camera lens; were the long dark locs of Angell’s hair, and the lewd facial expressions you made as your “mysterious guest” fucked you silly on her strap. Right away, your viewer count had exploded when your special guest revealed herself for your livestream of the night, leaving many of your viewers spamming heart emojis and comments all complimenting on how hot your guest looked while fucking you. 

Despite wearing a mask, everyone could tell Angell was quite the looker. Strong, chiseled abs pulsing and flexing with each thrust of her hips, her defined jawline showing off how beautiful she was underneath the mask… Not to mention how hot her voice was whenever she grunted everytime you squeezed around her. Everything about your mysterious guest was alluring, and thanks to Angell, everyone was completely mesmerized (including you). 

“S-Slower…Slower…” you whimpered, gripping onto her shoulders as she bulldozed into you at a pace only she could achieve. Her breathing was ragged and hot, her lust for you evident in the way she excitedly nipped at your neck. “Sorry… she grumbled softly, yet her pace barely slowed down, her body struggling to keep itself from thrusting even faster. “I’m…excited.”

Judging from the tips of her ears, Angell was blushing. For a woman as stoic as she was, you hadn’t expected her to be so soft and vulnerable around you, even when you couldn’t even see her face that well. It was clear that having you beneath her, legs pathetically wrapped around her waist and clinging to her like your life depended on it, really shook up Angell’s nerves as she wanted to be as close to you as possible. 

Her abs met with the bare skin of your tummy, breath faltering as she pushed her faux cock even further. She was being so intimate, grumbling to herself as her calloused hands moved down to rest upon your soft belly, feeling the smallest of bulges appear whenever she thrusted in and out. “So deep…” she murmured to herself, mesmerized by the sight of her strap going so far, palm gently applying a bit of pressure on the bulge. You whimpered at the extra pressure, your walls clinging onto Angell’s shaft and keeping her locked in place. As she tried to slip out to thrust into you again, she found herself unable to, groaning at the feeling and holding onto your hips. “T-Tight…” she mumbled quietly, gently prying your legs off of her so she could move. “Relax…easy…” 

Her words made your viewers gush about how soft she was being towards you. While Angell looked very intimidating and they expected a whole dominatrix session between you and her, Angell surprised everyone with how gentle she was, her fingers massaging your thighs so that your cunt could ease up a little, and allowing her to slide out once your walls finally relaxed. 

Finally finding a rhythm she could work with, Angell continued her movements, using her arm strength to lift up off the bed and fuck you at an angle where her tip could brush against your sweet spot. When you immediately whined from how far Angell was spearing you, she took notice and hungrily continued to pound against that spot, making your body bounce pathetically from how hard she was ravaging you. 

Various comments and donations poured in, all eager to see Angell destroy you even when she tried her best to be gentle. 

“Make her cum!”

“Fuck her like you’re breeding her!”

“Make her clean you off later when she cums.” 

As all the suggestions piled up, Angell snuck a glance at the chat and smiled a bit under her mask. Though it was hard to see, it was like a switch had gone off in her head as she began pistoning her hips even faster, her hands gentle but her pace outright brutal. It felt like you were about to cum soon given by how fast she was screwing you, your fingers grasping onto Angell’s back and clawing at it until you felt the band snap within your core. 

Angell growled when she felt your release coat all over her strap and bed, the comments all excited when you finally came thanks to Angell’s efforts. While you took a breather and laid back on the bed to smile blissfully at the chat, it seemed that Angell had other plans, as she let you take a break for a few seconds before hovering her cum-stained strap over your lips. Shocked by how bold she was, you gazed up at Angell with curious eyes.

“One of them suggested you clean me off…” Angell murmured, a little shy but clearly willing as she pushed the tip to your lips. “And…I would like that.”

You only chuckled at her statement before leaning in and grabbing her soaked strap, wrapping your lips around the head and beginning to bob your head up and down. 

[shalomniscient]

HI! i’ve been noticing a LACK of deren content so….can i request filmed sex with dom! deren??

anon i must preface this by saying i started playing after deren's event so i know roughly nothing about her but i did my best to research how she's like through info on s1ns so if this is ooc i'm so so sorry (i know i could watch recordings of the event. but my attention span... is sadly not robust enough 😔😔😔)

video star || deren x reader [NSFT][MDNI]

cw. strap-ons, overstimulation, squirting, filming (consensual)

notes. it's kind of.......... generic. sorry anon 😔😔😔

"C'mon baby, look at the camera, yeah?"

Deren's voice is floaty, barely able to be registered by you as she fucks into you, thick strap bullying into your tight, clenching cunt. One of your ankles rests on her shoulder, your entire leg braced against her body, while the other lies limp on the edge of the bed. The position allows the camera to clearly see the way your pretty pussy stretches to accommodate the thick toy. Your hands are bound above your head, tied in delicate knots to the headboard.

Deren herself stands between your thighs, and the only thing on her skin is the harness of the strap-on she has buried balls-deep inside of you. She holds onto your leg with one hand, while the other holds the camera she's using to film all your sweet little reactions as she fucks you silly.

Blearily, you open your eyes, and look into the camera lens. Deren's grip on your leg tightens by a fraction when she notices the tears in your lash line, and the way you bite your lip. She zooms in on your fucked-out expression, eyeliner runny and smudged, and snaps her hips harder against you, for once not feeling lazy like she normally is. Instead, her blood runs hot in her veins—a frenzy like Mania bubbling in her core.

"Shit, baby—so pretty like this, hm?" Deren breathes, leaning forward to get a close up on your face as you throw your head back, mouth opening wide as pleasure jolts your body. She thrusts deep with each roll of her hips, and you squirm on the bed, near delirious with pleasure. "My little video star."

"'s too much," you whimper, hands scratching at the ropes binding your wrists, "'s too much, can't cum anymore—"

"Shh," Deren soothes, releasing your leg to cup your face and wipe the tears from your eyes. "You can give me one more, right? I know you can. Be my good girl and give me just one more, baby, for the camera."

You sob as Deren speeds up her thrusts, the wet sounds of her fucking into you ruthlessly echoing throughout the room. She shifts back to her original position, moving the camera away from your face and down to your sopping pussy, zooming in on the way her strap appears and disappears, slick and shining when it catches the light. Her free hand goes to further part your folds, exposing your stiff clit, which she starts to rub roughly with her thumb.

You squeal and your hips buck at the sensation, your leg kicking out. Deren remains unfazed, playing your body like a god damn instrument as she directs it to what's undoubtedly about to be a mind-shattering orgasm for you. The camera shakes with her movement, and the footage is going to be barely usable by her standards, but Deren can hardly care right now, not with the way you writhe on the bed and cry her name like that.

When you finally topple off that knife's edge of pleasure, you do so with a scream, your legs locking around Deren's waist. Your cunt flutters and squeezes around her, as if sucking her in, and with a few more harsh flicks to your clit you squirt streams of clear slick all over the director's abdomen. She sucks in a breath, slowing her hips as you ride it out. Some of your squirt lands on the camera lens, creating a glossy sheen on the footage.

It's absolute fucking cinema.

You babble and sob incoherently, and Deren finally starts to slow down, before stopping completely. She sets the camera down, still recording, and leans down to kiss you softly, her large hands wiping the tears from your eyes. "Such a good performance, baby," she praises, and she means it.

Oh, she's definitely doing this with you again.

[beiibeiii]

SORRY FOR NOT BEING SPECIFIC! i was kinda thinking of a newbie script writer getting a few “pointers” from the legendary director herself…. (basically reader gets fucked while deren points out what she could do better) maybe a bit of degradation from deren

DW DW ITS OKAY!! SHE WOULD BE GIVING A FEW POINTERS..

you don't even know how long you two have been going over the script. you've lost count of the amount times you came. your body is pressed against the desk, your fingertips clawing at the wooden texture of it. your taking deren from behind. there was a puddle of cum underneath you two. your tummy bloated from the amount of cum shes fucked into you.

one of her hands tight on your waist. the other with your script in hand, reading out it out as she gave you a one way ticket to pound town. her cock easing in and out of your tight pussy. the wet, sloppy noises of skin slapping together was heard. your high pitched moans mixing in with them as you struggled to keep up with her relentless pace.

"fucking slut, taking my cock like a whore"

she read out from your script, whispering into your ear. her hot breath on your ear made you shiver. her stupid teasing tone making your eyes roll back. you clenched down on her, her words turning you on more.

"good, you like that? dirty girl.."

you nodded instantly, your eyes squeezing shut.

"use your words baby." she continued to read out. her angry cock slamming right into you.

your voice was all hoarse from moaning, you could barely form sentences.

"yes! love it..! more!"

you whimpered out, feeling tears in the corner of your eyes from overstimulation.

she smirked against your neck, feeling your warm walls flutter around her. her cock stretched out your insides, hitting your good spot every time. she nibbles on your neck, making you pant out for more. her fat cock is soo deep into you. god it felt so good. deren could see that white, creamy ring around the base of her dick, turning her on even more. her pace was animalistic, grunting in your ear, making sure you heard every single bit of it.

"we can make improvements on the script, but that can wait.."

she would slap your script on your ass, making you whimper. the pain adding onto the pleasure. making you close to your nth orgasm. your eyes roll back to back of your brain. you both cum with a loud, erotic moan. she doesn't stop her long thrusts, fucking her cum as deep as possible into you.

"we're not finished yet, newbie. still much to improve on.."

[ink-sinner]

introduction.

hi! i write for ptn sinners ♪

just call me brin 💗

ao3 · twt

main blog · kny blog (archived) · hi3 blog (archived)

  masterlist.

s-rank sinners

a-rank sinners

b-rank sinners (tba)

rules.

i accept requests for oneshots, headcanons, and prompt fics.

please keep the amount of characters per ask to three (3).

i can write fluff, angst, and hurt comfort. i won't be able to guarantee a prompt (or any) answer to smut requests.

i will write for all ptn sinners, except for those i haven't gotten yet / aren't released yet, including:

bai yi :((

oak casket

dudu

"suspect r"

deren

lynn

nightingale

this will be updated once i get these sinners / someone uploads their voicelines and stories somewhere.

i will not be writing anything romantic with the following:

hecate

hella

ninety-nine

horo

summer

crache

oliver

pacassi

ignis

mess

owo

 roulecca

basically all the kids / characters i perceive to be young.

my favourite characters are cinnabar and mess 💗 i will probably prioritize writing for them.

requests are open now 💗 i hope you enjoy my blog ♪

updated: 01.20.2023.

[sinful-lanterns]

You brought her up once, I think.

...It would be funny to include Eldritch!Deren to the parade and knock Chameleon out of the park in terms of mindbreaking hazards (and it's not even intentional on her part. It's just the way she "looks"). She looks totally human so as not to melt everyone's brains if they get so much as a glimpse of a smidgen of her true form.

...Imagine her making Researcher wear a blindfold if she wants to be fucked with whatever eldritchs have so bad. Deren can fuck Researcher normally, as a total human, but nooooo. She "needs" the "full experience" (her words, not mine). Unfortunately for her, she can't get the "full experience" unless she wants to go crazy in trying to understand what she was seeing. So, blindfold it is (or Researcher gets put on her stomach and her face shoved into a pillow to prevent peaking). Plus, it's a new experience! Sensory deprivation (of one sense, at least). Researcher thinks it might be interesting in trying to jot down notes later on what she "observed" without sight to aid her.

Also, they probably need to go somewhere where the other monsters can't get to them, or someone happens across them somehow. Don't want to accidently melt the brains of the other monsters because they got a little nosy and/or protective/possessive, after all! That would make Researcher sad :(

OUGHHHHH the concept of Eldritch! Deren is so hot to me. Her true form is so beyond human comprehension that if anyone were to gaze upon it, they’d actually go insane. So Deren settles for a seemingly normal human form to interact with others on a daily basis in order to protect them.

I would consider Eldritch! Deren to actually be at the very top of the Monster Hierarchy, since Eldritch beings are so powerful that their mere appearance can break human minds. Of course, when this comes to being affectionate with the Researcher however, they have no choice but to have sex while she’s blindfolded, if they do choose to smash in her “pure form.”

Sex with an Eldritch being is like nothing the Researcher has ever experienced before. It’s otherworldly intense, and it nearly makes the Researcher feel as if she’s ascended to another plane of ecstasy. Just a few simple touches is enough to get the Researcher orgasming intensely, as that is the pure power of an Eldritch Horror trying to please their lover. The pleasure is even more intensified when you consider that the Researcher has no idea what Deren is doing because she’s blindfolded. The curiosity and sensory deprivation is so hot to the Researcher, that it’s basically an unlocked kink for her at this point.

By the time Eldritch! Deren reverts back to her human form, she’s all smug and satisfied at the way the Researcher is trembling in her bed, tears of pleasure running down from the black blindfold, as the most intense gush of cum rushes down her shaking thighs 💕

Yeah, Eldritch beings take the cake for being the best at sex…

[sinful-lanterns]

GRIND ON ME

synopsis: riding the abs of the ptn women

featuring: zoya, rahu, cinnabar, deren

rating: 18+ smut (men and minors dni)

warnings: sub! afab fem reader (zoya and deren), dom! afab fem reader (rahu and cinnabar), reader on top, ab riding, grinding, mentions of a strap (cinnabar), sleepy se.x (deren), pet names, reader being whiny, short fic, not proofread, may be ooc.

art credits: ruthless

ZOYA

“Oh, you can do better than that, babe…”

Zoya chuckled and leaned back against the headboard as she watched you ride her abs on top of her. She had this cocky, yet lustful expression in her eyes when you emitted breathless whimpers and gripped onto her shoulders to stabilize yourself. Oh come on, can’t your girlfriend give you a break? It’s not your fault her muscles were so large and…defined.

“Zoya— hnn” You groaned and moved your hips more feverishly, coating her chiseled abs in the clear, webby slick that you produced and making them practically shine the bedroom light. “Quit teasing. Help me please…” 

“Tch. You seem like you’ve got it under control, though,” Zoya smirked, gently patting your butt and placing her hands over your hips. Though she wasn’t helping you move in the slightest, her large hands were more than enough to send you over the edge, gripping your waist and making you feel as if you were in the hold of a giant predator. 

“Zoya…” your legs were getting tired from the riding, each bump of her abs rubbing up against your folds so wonderfully and grinding against your clit. “Ah, fuck…”

Like the wolf that she is, Zoya had to wipe away some drool that escaped her mouth. Goddamn. Even if she wasn’t receiving any physical pleasure from you, just the sight of your wet pussy tensing up and sliding down her abs alone was enough to get Zoya turned on.

“Shit, babe…” she growled and cupped your ass with one hand, “Did you cum already? My stomach is practically dripping wet from you…”

“No…” you whined, slightly embarrassed that the amount of slickness you produced made Zoya think you had already come.  “Hah, fine,” Zoya grinned wolfishly and grabbed onto your waist, using her arm strength to forcibly make you ride her as you didn’t even need to move a muscle. “Let’s see how wet you really get when I help you.”

RAHU

“Hey…wait…”

Rahu’s face was so pink, blushing from ear to ear as she watched you get on top of her and plant your bare pussy down on her abs. When you asked to ride her tonight, she didn’t expect you to choose her abs out of all things. She was flustered (and a bit curious) to see how this would work for the both of you, as she had never thought her girlfriend would be so bold as to try this. 

“What? Don’t like the sight of me on your abs, Rahu?” You teased, gently moving your cunt against her muscles and watching as they tensed up from the feeling. 

“Ah— th-that’s…” Rahu’s breath hitched as her eyes turned wide at the sight, watching as your pretty lips dragged across her stomach and coated them in your slick. “Oh…”

She didn’t know what else to do but to sit there and take it, eyes zeroed in on the sight of your dripping pussy like a dog trained on the sight of a treat. “Can I…eat you out later…?” She asked rather ravenously, the slightest glisten of drool leaking past her lips. “I want to show my devotion to you too…” 

“Maybe later, baby.” You chuckled, wrapping your arms around her neck and grinding your hips a bit slower, really accentuating the drag of your folds against her muscles. “I want to see you squirm for a bit.” 

Rahu whimpered and couldn’t help but get extremely turned on at the sight of your precum dripping down her stomach. It was a very…exciting sight for the woman to witness, her breaths coming out in labored pants like a dog who was about to enter a severe rut. 

“Okay…”

You smiled and kissed her cheek, gently grinding your hips a bit further and making poor Rahu groan in desperation, clawing at the sheets. 

“That’s my good Rahu.”

CINNABAR

“A-Are you sure this is safe?” 

Cinnabar’s breath hitches when you settle down on top of her abdomen instead of her strap, your glistening folds hovering over her sculpted abs and 

making poor Cinnabar gulp with anticipation. “I can definitely take you, but please don’t accidentally fall off. If you land on your side the wrong way, it could—”

You cut her off by plopping your pussy down on her stomach and smirking at the way her face turned bright pink. “O-Oh…” was all that came out of her mouth as she stared at the way your legs spread over her sides, giving her the perfect view of your cunt spreading over her tense muscles. “That…wow…”

It was always endearing to see this cute bodyguard grow flustered over your actions, your hands settling over her breasts and using them as a way to stabilize yourself. “Pfft, your face is so cute…” you chuckle softly, gently grinding your hips against her stomach. 

Cinnabar was left lying there, eyes trained on the way you rode her abs as she felt a pang of wetness dampen at the harness of her strap. “I…well,” she smiled shyly and rubbed the back of her head, “As long as you are happy, I don’t mind you taking me like this.” 

“Ohhh Cinnababy…” you chuckled, tracing your fingers down her chiseled stomach and licking your lips at the sight. “You’re always so sweet, trying to please me all the time…” Cinnabar let out a small groan when you began riding her and coating her abs in your slick. You watched in satisfaction when her beautiful abs tensed together and caused them to hit your clit at the perfect time. “Ah…”

Cinnabar tried to hide her face from all the erotic noises you were making, as well as keep herself still so you don’t accidentally fall. “Darling, does it really feel that good?” 

“Tch, of course it does! Everything about you sends me over the edge…” you smiled and pulled one of her hands to rest against your hip, the other hand cupping Cinnabar’s face and making you face her. “Now, help me ride you even faster. I promise to take your strap later if you do.”

“Heh, yes ma’am…”

DEREN

“Hnnnn…you’re doing so much work for me, baby…”

Deren groaned sleepily as she looked up at you with tired eyes under the wide brim of her hat. You had woken Deren up from a nap with the need to ride her and satisfy your pent up desires, but poor Deren was too sleepy to go all the way with you this time. It was until you pulled up her shirt and planted your dripping wet pussy on her stomach, that she finally started to wake up a little.

“Oh…” was all Deren said as she looked up at you with surprised eyes and watched as you desperately started to grind on her abs. Though she was initially shocked, her expression quickly morphed into one of smugness as she laid back on the couch and gazed up at you. “That’ll work.” 

So now you were just lazily grinding on Deren and trying to satiate your needs, all the while your girlfriend smirked lovingly at you and watched as sweat dripped off your face. “Enjoying yourself babe?” 

“Oh shut it.” You grumbled, squeezing your eyes shut as you ground your pussy further into Deren’s stomach. She raised a brow at your sass, yet figured it was because she wasn’t giving you the attention you wanted.

“Sorry, let me help you there…” Deren purred, suddenly flexing one of her abs and causing you to buck your hips a little at the sudden pulse. “Better?”

“Deren…” you whined, looking down at her desperately. 

“Pfft, what?” She smiled sleazily and grabbed onto your waist, running her fingers across your stomach and gently kneading your ass. “Do you not want me to help you?” Deren then moved her hands around your hips, encircling you completely as she helped you move against her tense muscles. “Fine…let me satisfy my whiny girl.”

She chuckled and moved her thumbs to your puffy clit, rubbing against it as you groaned and buried your face in her neck. 

“I’ll have you ride something else later.”

[shalomniscient]

Hi sev! came up with a nsfw fic idea where deren resolves the tension between her and the reader. due to being observant, she may or may not have been aware of all the reader's brief and stolen glances that wandered elsewhere other than her face

wrote this with the deren skin in mind anon if that's alright, because damn i wouldn't be able to stop stealing glances either 👀👀👀

ACT THREE: RESOLUTION || deren x reader [NSFT][MDNI]

cw. cunnilingus, semi-public (?)

notes. this is the simpiest reader i've ever written im ngl

Truly, you don't know if you want to throttle Garofano or thank her on your knees, because in the name of all that is holy Deren looks so insanely hot right now it's unfair.

Her dress hugs every curve of her body, the little mesh cut-outs offering a teasing peek at her smooth skin below. The part by her waist seems like a personal attack against you because God you haven't been able to take your eyes off her, your hands itching to just hike that dress up and run your fingers along her long legs.

But this is a formal event—the fucking DisCars—so you hold yourself back as best you can, even though Deren makes it all the more difficult by casting sultry, knowing glances your way from across the table you're both sat at. The grip you have on your flute of champagne turns your knuckles white as you sip on the bubbly alcohol, and try to not look at the ridiculously plunging neckline of her dress, or the way her necklace rests so perfectly on her chest, just above the swell of her breasts.

Fuck, it's so god damn warm in here.

The entire event drags on at a snail's pace, and by the time a short break is announced, you're about ready to get the hell out of there to get some fresh air in your lungs, before a firm hand catches your wrist and tugs you back. Your heart jumps into your throat when you come face to face with none other than Deren, an amused smirk on her lips.

"Come with me," she says, and it's more like an order. You swallow thickly, and obey—not like you'd do anything else, really. Deren leads you past the throng of other celebrities, all huge household names in DisCity, but you can see nothing but her. Nothing but Deren and the way this fucking dress makes her ass look criminally good, or the way her hips sway as she walks. You're not even down bad anymore, you're down horrendous.

The long walk ends at a bathroom. It's pretty much the kind of bathroom you'd find in a house, though without the shower and twice as large, with a disproportionately massive sink and a terribly tacky gold-lined tap. Your critiques of the interior design are interrupted however, by Deren pinning you against that very sink, leaning close enough to whisper in her ear.

"Been liking what you see, baby?" she croons, and you shiver at the warmth of her breath against the shell of you ear. Your hands grip at her biceps and you nod frantically. Deren laughs at that, her hands finding your waist to pull you close. "I'm flattered."

"Wanna kiss you," you get out, almost petulantly, and Deren grins. She leans in close, ghosting her lips against yours, before turning away at the last second, making you whine.

"Sorry, baby, can't mess up the makeup, now can I?" she teases with faux sympathy. "Wouldn't want anyone to know what we're getting up to, now would we?"

Your fingers curl into the sleeves of her dress and you genuinely feel so close to crying, the need in your veins burning you alive. Deren coos at your desperation, patting your cheek.

"Shh, don't look so sad, baby," she says, grinning. "You can still kiss me—just not where anyone can see, hm?"

You look up at her in confusion, before it all clicks in your head and your mouth goes dry. Deren's eyes turn dark and half-lidded once she sees the understanding bloom on your face, and the hand on your cheek drifts down to your shoulder before she's pressing down on you, urging you lower. Not that she has to do much, because you fall to your knees as quickly as possible, fingers digging into the fabric of her dress.

Deren undoes the clips on each side of the thin cloth, letting the front separate from the rest of the dress. She gathers it up in her hands, and you exhale slowly at the sight of her pretty pussy, covered by a set of black lace underwear. You stare at her for a while, entranced and motionless, before a hand winds into your hair and tugs you forward.

You drag your tongue along her clothed cunt, nosing at her clit through the fabric. Deren groans despite the dulled sensation, eyes fluttering shut as you continue to lap at her until her panties are absolutely ruined, her slick seeping through the lace and onto your tongue. You moan as the taste of her blooms in your mouth, and your fingers find the waistband and finally pull them down low enough for you to put your whole mouth on her dripping cunt.

Deren gasps at the first touch of your tongue on her, directly, without anything in the way. You lick along her wetness, the angle making your neck ache but you truly do not give a fuck right now. The world could be ending, but even that wouldn't be able to pull you from between Deren's legs. Your tongue goes from her twitching hole to her stiff clit and back, the wet sounds echoing throughout the bathroom.

"C'mon baby," Deren hums, though her voice is shaky, "we gotta be quick, or else they'll start looking."

You whine against her pussy, disliking that you can't take your sweet time to savor her, but speed up your movements nonetheless. Deren fully moans when you plunge your tongue into her tightness, the hands in your hair forcing your further against her cunt as she bends over, bracing herself with one arm on the sink. You shudder at the sensation of her blunt nails against your scalp and go even faster, ignoring the burn in your jaw in favor of making Deren cum into your mouth instead.

"That's it, baby, just like that, so fucking good," she gasps out, and with one more harsh shove of your tongue into her hole she cums with a strangled groan, hips twitching against your face as she rides out her orgasm. Her slick spreads along your lower face with each movement, but you just stick your tongue out and let her use you as she needs, drunk on the taste of her spilling into your mouth.

Once she's finally done, she releases your hair and steps back, legs quivering. She grabs a few tissues and wipes herself clean as best she can, and tugs her ruined panties back up, drenched in a mix of you spit and her own wetness. It makes her shiver, but then she helps you up, smiling apologetically at the wince you make as your knees straighten once more after kneeling for so long.

You let her wipe your face with more tissues, your mind still foggy and heady. When you finally regain your sense of higher thought, Deren is fixing your collar and patting your face affectionately.

"Ready to go back, baby?" she asks, and you nod, leaning in to her touch, satiated for now. Deren smiles at you, and kisses your cheek—lightly, so none of her lipstick accidentally transfers to you. But this close, she take the opportunity to whisper into your ear.

"When we get home, I'm fucking you until you can't walk."

Shit, you're not going to survive the next few hours, are you?