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[bunnivez]

˗ˏˋ 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 ´ˎ˗

⟡ ݁₊ . Waking up early in the morning, you notice a nicely wrapped box with a pretty bow, on top of it— laid a nicely folded letter with your name on it. Upon inspecting the mysterious gift; you came to a realization of who the gift is from. Your heart flutters with warmth, it seems your lover didn’t forget.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 𝐋𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ꒱ ˎˊ˗

Dear (Y/n), Merry Christmas to my pretty girl, hopefubly you didn't think I'd forget to get you a present. Honestly I feel kinda corny doing this, i'm not really used to it but 1 figured it would bring a smile to your face. Hopefully you like my gift, I actually made it myself. It took me hours, deadass; but you know i'll do anything for my baby.. Love, Zoya

You giggled softly at your girlfriend’s letter before unwrapping the small pretty box. You were met with a hard cover purple box this time, and inside it contained a beautiful handmade bracelet with beads of your favorite colors. It was honestly surprising to know Zoya made it, you’d think it would end up messy but it was actually the opposite. Well, you have to give her credit; she is a fast learner.

As you put on the bracelet you notice a small note at the bottom of the box; I’ll be picking you up at 2, make sure to wear something warm and easy to move on.! What does she have planned?

Dear (Y/n), Merry Christmas Princess! I Really hope you like my present, I thought it would look cute on you and it's really helpful, especially in this weather. Apart from that, it will come in handly later for what I have planned. I'll be picking you up around 11; pretty early, I know, but I promise it will be worth it, you'll see.. Love, Cinnabar

Your lips parted slightly as you read the letter; a date??? You set the letter aside and unwrapped the box. Inside contained a lovely fluffy sweater of your favorite color(s). It was very pretty and warm, Cinnabar was right, it looks very helpful with the cold weather. However, what exactly is the occasion?

You took some time thinking until you remembered. She mentioned once about wanting to ride her horse with you on a snowy day, specifically at a park she knew where the view was beautiful. You quickly get ready with a huge smile on your face.

Merry Christmas to my sweet angel <3 I hope you like my gift, I made it just for you, it took me hours but it was all worth it, especially when I know it will bring a smile to that sweet face of yours. I love you so much baby, and I hope my present brings you some comfort for when you need it and i’m not there. Once again, Merry Christma, angel… with lots of love and kisses, Garofano

You smiled as you read the letter, her handwriting was neat and beautiful, you’ll save it like the other letters she has written you. The way that even through letter— she still calls you her angel. Your eyes looked at the pretty, purple with green stripes box with a nice white ribbon on it. As you held the box, you realized it was pretty light, it didn’t make much noise either when you shook it.

Lifting the lid, you quickly gasp and take out the hand made gift Garofano made. It was a plushie of you! It looked so cute and silly; she added a lot of detail to the outfit. You hugged the plushie happily before whipping out your phone and sending a picture of you holding the plushie to Garofano, letting her know just how happy her present made you.

Меrry Christmas baby! Im your dear sweet santa clause this Christmas ho ho ho :p. You know, photos are very impertant. They capture and freeze moments and carry many memories. I sound really poetic now, but in sure you can already guess what I got you. Hopefully with this we can capture happy moments of our own… Love, Deren

You giggled and neatly folded the letter. Your girlfriend had a way of bringing humor even in letters and it always made you crack a smile. You opened the box, first undoing the pink ribbon. Inside the box laid two items, a Polaroid camera which you first notice, and a hard cover book. You smiled in excitement and grab the book first, opening it to see the first page covered in pictures of you and Deren— taken by herself.

As you turned the other pages, the rest were left blank. You glanced at the polaroid camera, Deren left the rest for you to fill on your own. Capture the happy moments in life and glue it all in the book to look back to. Oh once she comes back theres no way you will let her go.

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[prisoner-of-sin]

Wildfire [18+]

Zoya x Female!Reader

Warnings: Zoya has a dick, Rough Oral Sex, Blood, Sex, Overstimulation, Female!Reader. NSFW!

Requests: OPEN

I have received requests and I think you all for the amount of support I have gotten already! It means the world to me! 🥰 I'm a little slow with writing because I'm busy, all I ask for is patience as I try to get content out. Stay safe! 💞

"Chief, there is an incoming visitor." Nightingale's voice startles you, pulling you out of the blur of work. You lean back and stare at the ceiling as a long sigh leaves your lips. The night was soon to roll over, it was far too late to be having a visitor. Despite that, you had no urge to deny access to your office.

"Allow them to pass.." You whisper, running your fingers over the paperwork laid on the table. The words were slowly fusing together, the black ink becoming a giant oozing circle. A few more papers, that's it. You straighten your posture and stretch before slowly focusing on the task at hand. The more time that passed, the more fidgety you were becoming. The silent ticking of the clock and soft, cooling breeze of the air was stimulating you further. You huff and rest your face in your hands, bouncing your leg as you try to think of more noise to put on. The silence was killer.

You finally decide to stand and walk to the orchestration, letting the tips of your finger run along the spines of the albums. You carefully slide one of the classical vinyl out and start the soothing music. Your eyes close as the melody goes through your soul, easing all other emotions. A heavy knock draws your attention toward the door. You walk to your desk, sitting on the edge before enjoying the slight burn from the shackles. Zoya. What did she want at the hour? A spar or someone to talk with?

You don't say anything and she struts in like it's her office. Her blue eyes glow in the dim room, sending shivers down your spine as you watch her. She stops in the middle of the room and beckons you closer, in which you listen and hop off the desk to make your way toward her. Sand and rust, the smell that she radiates is one you grew fond of the longer you two knew each other. You look up at her as she reaches forward, her hands securely grabbing your hips. She pulls you in closer, as if she was protecting you.

"More work? What's next..mania outbreaks tomorrow? They need to stop relying solely on you. It isn't like every mission they receive is classified, making it to where only you can do it." Zoya whispers, as her lips graze by your ear. She takes a sharp intake before kissing the side of your head, raising her hand to keep your head still. Her lips make their way to your neck, once there you quietly moan and grasp her waist.

"No, it's not as bad as it seems. You're making it far worse than what it is." You mumble, slapping her sides gently. She chuckles and bites down onto your neck, resulting in you mewling and melting against her. You were waiting for her usual remark of: you joining The Legion. She licks over her marking and slowly rises, kissing your chin before hungrily capturing your lips. She forces you to back onto your desk, letting her tongue slip in when you gasp from the contact. She leans more into you and makes the bolted down desk creak under the force. It was obvious she missed you, touch-starved beyond normal reasoning. She dominates you with ease but disconnects from you just as quickly. The shine of saliva connects you both as she leans her forehead in close, resting against yours.

"The dark circles have gotten worse. Have you been resting?" Zoya questions, concern dripping from her tone. "Let me help, please. You will be so full of energy by morning, you'll be so thankful. All it takes is one word. C'mon just say it." She whispers, looking deeply into your eyes. Her hue has significantly darkened as her lips part barely. Her hot breath puffs on your lips, tempting you to lean forward to melt into her again.

"There's only a few more documents, only requiring signatures. A flick of a wrist!" You try to convince the woman towering over you, failing miserably. You lightly push Zoya, getting out of her confines before circling around your desk. Her hand lands firmly on your ass, resulting in you jolting and squeaking as she gives a curious squeeze. You had no chance to round the corner, her action has you bending over your desk– giving her the best view. Her arms secure themselves around your waist as she presses closer against you.

"Stop working. It's goin' to be there in the morning, keep all attention on me. Allow me to take away the stress." She whispers, licking over the shell of your ear. She enjoys the minor shivers you produce, her hands running over your covered arms. She grabs your chin and traces your lips.

"Open your mouth…" Zoya tries to coax you to follow her order. You blink slowly and lick your lips, barely grazing over the tips of her fingers. She groans when you move forward enough to envelope her fingers completely. She takes a moment to relish the feeling before pressing them onto your tongue, hesitant to push further back. You run along her digits and slowly hollow your cheeks to suck on them.

"Fuck …" She groans, moving her index and middle finger like a piston–one that is just starting. She grinds into your ass, the bulge of her cock makes itself known as the temperature quickly rises. She leans down and takes your ear between her lips; continuing the movement of her fingers. Drool slides down the corner of your mouth as your cheeks considerably warm up. You gag when she presses farther in, they retract as fast as they went in. She bites down on the top of your ear and licks over it to soothe the burn, finally taking a moment to turn you around–ass against the edge of the desk.

"Why did y-" You are cut off by Zoya smashing her lips against yours. She takes advantage of your mouth parting in shock, easily dominating you as she keeps your head tilted with her hand. You return the kiss eagerly, but not making an attempt to overpower her. Her free hand caresses your side, tracing over the familiar curves and the tips of her fingers dip into your pants. She proceeds to slowly ravage your lips as her other hand moves your shirt, untucking it from its confine. She effortlessly swallows your tiny moans, withdrawing when you start to struggle for air.

"Stop? My dear Chief..your mouth deserves much more than my fingers." She backs away from your body, after her hands move to your waist to bring you along. She rotates you and smirks when you look confused, head tilting to the side minimally.

"You go from lust to confusion.." Zoya reaches out, running her fingers down your cheek. "On your knees, baby." She whispers, making your knees jello. You drop, overly eager to listen, and she inhales deeply. You were always so obedient to her, it made her cock twitch in her pants. She palms herself once, her free hand hooking her thumb into your mouth. She pulls down her pants enough to reveal her aching length, slapping against her lower stomach. You suck on her thumb, tongue encouraging her to go in deeper. She bites her bottom lip, a faint blush dusting over her cheeks, as her dick pulses on its own.

"Are you ready?" Zoya pumps herself once, leaning her head to the side as she analyzes your face. "Open up, baby girl." She removes her thumb and her eyes don't leave you. You shift on your knees, opening your mouth for her. She smiles softly and brings her tip to your lips, smearing the precum along them. You raise your hands up, grasping her softly and replacing her hands, not wasting a moment to move your hands up and down. She groans and intensely watches you. You don't falter under her gaze. You place kisses around her length, coating the entirety with wet kisses.

You're now running your tongue around her tip, slowly going down her cock and not once hitting your own hand. You leave trails of saliva in your path, making her more fidgety as the teasing presses on. She starts to tangle her fingers in your hair, massaging your scalp while refusing the urge to push you forward. She shocks herself with the amount of control she's displaying.

"Look at you," She whispers, voice thick with lust. "Listening very well, treating me like a god and oh… " She moans as you start to take her dick into your mouth. Your hot walls and saliva prove a challenge for her, the liquid was already leaking out of the corner of your lips; she wants nothing more than to fuck your face and make a mess of you. You continue the movement of your hand, applying more pressure which occasionally squeezes to invoke pleasure noises. She releases her lip, smiling to give you a full display of her teeth. Her eyes strike through your soul but encourage you to take her further into your mouth, tip grazing the back of your throat as you hold still.

Zoya growls, clenching her hand into a fist as you slowly start to bob your head. You'd nearly pull away before sinking back down onto her cock, using your tongue to run along the underside tenderly. Once it would come close to your throat, you would swallow to apply more feeling. It leaves her breathless. She tightens her fingers, pulling your hair as soft noises leave her parted lips. She feels the familiar warmth spreading throughout her stomach. Your hand slides down her length and begins to fondle her balls. You spare a glance up at her to see her lower lip quiver. You start to feel her lust through the shackles making your cunt pulse in need. She notices the shift in your mood.

"Ah..it seems someone is more excited." Her legs quiver as she pulls you away. "I feel your lust through them. Shocking isn't it? We feel what you do and vice versa.." Her mushroom shaped tip exits your mouth with a ' pop' . You stay on your knees, awaiting her next command and it makes her smile.

"Don't be scared to use me, Zoya. I won't break." The smile Zoya wore slowly turns more sinister, the words you briefly mentioned sinking into her thoughts. She grabs her throbbing erection, grazing the head over your lips as she begins to talk.

"Open up, Chief !" She growls, the atmosphere shifting instantly. You gag as she slams your head down around her entire length without a single warning; she forced apart your lips herself. She groans as the familiar wetness of your mouth surrounds her once again, her girth settled into the depths of your throat. Your hands glued to her thighs, tightly gripping the fabric hunched there as your nose is scrunched against her lower stomach making breathing through your nose difficult. She pushes back your head, the burning sensation of air filling your lungs is as you gasp–in an attempt to regain your composure as small tears fall from your eyes.

"You're loving this, aren't you?" Zoya guides you back to her glistening cock. You place a soft kiss to her tip, moving the soft affection down her shaft before sneaking a lick over her balls. Her eyes reach the darkest you've seen them, the lust in the air is unbelievably thick as her hand tightens in your hair. The pain shoots straight to your pussy as your lips part from the sudden gasp that escapes them. She smears her throbbing tip against your lower lip before slipping back into your mouth slowly.

"You ready, baby?" Her question was soft despite her previous sinister demeanor. You rest your hands on the back of her thighs, forcing her forward and she takes the hint as she bucks her hips–sheathing her entire cock in your throat as before. Your nails scratch the leather beneath your fingers as your eyes water from the intrusion. This time, she doesn't hold still for a moment; she grasps your head to prevent you from moving and abuses your mouth–making you drool from the excessive amount of saliva. The moans vibrate your throat and have her knees nearly buckling under the pleasure.

Zoya loosens her grip, allowing you to have free reign on the pace. You allow yourself to relax fully, reaching up and wrapping a hand around her thick member; feeling it throb beneath your very fingers as she lets out a soft gasp. You begin to bob your head, hand following the motions before slowly letting her dick out of your mouth. You give a small lick to the tip and reattach your lips to her, shallowly moving as you precisely hollow your cheeks to enhance the experience. You confidently allow more of her cock into the wet depths of your mouth. She can barely bite back a guttural moan when her sensitive tip hits the back of your throat.

"You're doing s-so good.." She praises, head slowly leaning back as you squeeze and rub over what wasn't in your mouth. You weren't in a rush and neither was she. Your rhythm became steady as you sucked her off, occasionally surprising her with the entirety of her slipping into your throat. She is unable to contain herself as her fingers dig into your hair and her free hand swats you away from her girth, forcing your face against her pelvis again; it felt like it did earlier–heaven. Your eyes squeezed shut as you cry out, muffled by her cock, and you dig your fingers into the leather of her pants.

"This is what I wanted..you being such a good girl for me.." Zoya chuckles, bending so she can rest a forearm on the desk, so she can push you further along her length. The flexing of your throat drove her mad, wishing to fuck that tight area like it was supposed to be. She keeps you still as she pulls away until she is basically out and abruptly slams forward, without warning, filling your entire throat with her rock hard cock. She picks up her pace, brutally fucking your mouth as if she has never had a blowjob; you continue to choke on her and the excess amount of saliva. You keep your eyes squeezed shut as she stuffs you entirely with her length.

Zoya makes a mental to note to stay bent during this, it made it so much easier to fuck the tight passage. She uses your hair and slowly tips your head upwards more, moaning out as it becomes nearly too much; she was panting as her pace had slowly turned irregular. She refused to give into her orgasm so soon, she was still hungry for you. This was one of the mere fantasies she had and never told a soul. She couldn't see your face, but she was imagining the drool that leaked out of your parted lips–the pure bliss across your features.

The pleasure was too much! You beat every one night stand she ever had, it felt so good and was becoming easily addictive. The thoughts of her having you at her disposal at all times makes her balls tighten. You feel her length throb in your throat and she lets out a husky moan, pushing your head against her as ropes after ropes of hot cum coat your throat until she's drained and satisfied. She pulls out and straightens up before gripping your cheeks, not allowing you to catch your breath. She looks into your mouth, smirking as she sees her cum in your wet cavern. She gathers the little bit that leaked out and smears it against your tongue as you cough. Her finger lingers on your cheek, wiping away the tears that fell from your eyes.

"Going weak are we?" You breathlessly tease, noting the way her entire mood grew softer. She sucks in her bottom lip, biting it harshly enough to draw blood before she shakes her head. She runs a hand through her hair before madly grinning and hoisting you off the floor effortlessly. She walks to your desk chair and sits before she forces you to undo your pants enough to show your ass, and straddle her lap.

"Me? Hah..I am not weak, Chief." Zoya chuckles, "I think you are! The one who is so aroused, she can barely sit still." She whispers into your ear. You shift and try to rub together your legs. The heat between them was unbearable and you could feel the juices leak from your panties, you were beyond soaked. And from the short period of time, they were already flowing down your thighs. Her hand sneaks between the both of you and barely ghosts over the damp spot. She kisses underneath your ear, slowly moving down to your neck and finally biting down on the sensitive flesh. You buck your hips, whining at the stimulation between both areas–craving more.

You reach down grasping her thick cock, pumping it softly, exciting her. You bump her head to catch her attention and you capture her lips in a passionate embrace, earning a shared moan between you two. Her free hand tangles in your hair as the one between you slowly rips the fabric of your pants and panties, peeling them away from your legs to expose the prize she desires. Before you could gasp, she deepens the kiss and probes your lips with her tongue.

You allow Zoya in and she wastes no time dominating you, tongues dancing together in perfect harmony. You tilt your head while lifting up, allowing her fingers to slide through the slick folds, precisely dipping into you for a moment before going back to your clit. She swallows your cries and slowly abuses your neglected bud. She lightly pinches it before returning back to the small circles.

"Like that baby girl, if only you could be louder." She praises, both hands now moving to grab your ass and squeezing the soft flesh. You mumble some incoherent words as she pulls you closer to her, chest against chest, as she hides her face in the junction of your neck. She licks the salty skin as you reach between the both of you and line her cock up to your entrance.

"I s-still work after this…" You moan out as you slowly sink down. Zoya groans and bites your neck, drawing blood as her eyes nearly roll back. You let out a string of curses as your hips settle against her along with a dull ache from the bite. Her tongue slides over the bite as she tries to relieve it, muttering small apologies from the instant reaction.

"Y-you're done." Her tone softens as she lifts you and lowers you slowly. She kisses your neck and makes her way to your lips, silencing the gradually growing moans. Your legs begin to tremble as the pacing increases, your very essence drips down your thighs; you wrap your arms around Zoya's neck to hold her deathly close. You were already so close, it made your toes curl into your feet as you pant into the mouth covering your own. The way her cock was rounded, it consistently hit your sweet spot and earned an unexpected, mind shattering orgasm from you–one in which you nearly screamed.

She needed to slow down her pace or she was going to end so soon, she wished to save the moment of you clinging to her, being so exposed and desperate that you had tears falling down your face. You were a mushy mess, your velvety walls clenched around her cock and drew her in more, being the greedy whore you were. She decided against her initial judgment and kept her hips moving, assaulting the g-spot that made you shatter against her. You are squeezing her dick tightly, attempting to milk her for all she's worth as she accidentally sends you into overstimulation. You cry against her lips, trying to break away from the kiss to put a small distance between you both. The arousal was already burning deep in your stomach, threatening to snap at any given time as Zoya tries to obtain her sweet release. She breaks the kiss, uncaring if you were too loud at this time; she wished to snuggle against your neck, to hide away her flustered cheeks and gapping lips.

"P-please!" You sob, tugging on her hair roughly as hot tears coat your lips. "Come inside..I-I need you.." It became difficult to breathe, you felt your heartbeat against your chest and in your throat. The words of encouragement seemed to do the trick as she fucked into you with a new vigor. You arch against Zoya as the second orgasm crashes over you, leaving you utterly breathless as you screamed from cumming so hard. Your nails dig into her shoulders, making her rut harshly against you to get as deep as she could. She stilled as her cock throbbed deep inside of you, coating your walls with white as she steadily filled you with her warm seed.

"I love you.." She was breathless, all she could do was pepper small kisses along your neck as she stayed stuffed inside of you. She enjoyed the small whimpers and whines you are making while massaging her scalp. She raises her head and rests her forehead against yours, gazing deeply into your eyes as a warm smile flashes over your lips.

"I love you too.." You whisper, placing a small kiss on the corner of Zoya's lips. The amount of exhaustion settling on your body is indescribable, you wish to pass out on her without ushering anymore words. Her hands rub along your back before humming softly along with the classical music, the same disc she has heard multiple times. It was her turn to give you a place to sleep, she carefully cradles your face and guides you to her neck–chuckling softly as your head hits with a soft thud. You cared not for any clean-up at the given time, your body relaxes against her as you slowly drift into a much needed slumber. She glances down and chuckles, carefully moving strands of hair out of your fucked out face.

"Don't ever leave me, Chief."

[illmother]

ೀ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ⎯ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝖕𝐚𝐫𝐚deisos 𝓼𝗰𝘂𝗺.

A/N: rewatched the rain burst event AGAIN and fell in love with rahu all over again, i now declare myself vice president of rahu nation. (if you will 🙏) i’ve been reading “On A leash” again and got inspired, so soldier x doctor it is

⏜ ₊ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ݁ Rahu x Paradeisos!Doctor!Reader

cw: a bit suggestive

Resilience, strength, obedience. Those words could very well describe Rahu as a whole, a headstrong, dependable soldier who wouldn’t hesitate to kill in order to pave the way to victory. Being part of the FAC elite division, she has faced many dangers alike, big and small. But regardless of this fact, it’s not uncommon for her to get injured despite also being a sinner with immense power, which brings Rahu to this predicament quite often.

The doors of the infirmary opens, and in walks the tall sinner. Immediately upon arrival, Rahu was hit with a nauseating scent, which in turn made her brows furrow. “That habit will kill you one day.” She sneered through her mask, walking up the source of that wretched smell that kept assaulting her senses, smoke and cheap cologne. Rahu’s expression remained stoic and stern, as she came up to the root of her irritation, and more notably—desires. Yet, only a small laugh could be heard, a sound so empty, so hallow, it made Rahu tense. Damn, that women, that damned doctor that claims she’s only here to treat patients, but rahu knew better than to trust paradeisos scum. Her eyes narrowed at the figure in front of her, draped in a white coat, head tilted away from her, she seemed to be paying to mind to the sinner.

“You say that yet, you come back to me all tattered up weekly.” You countered with a smile, leaning against the crisp, white wall of the infirmary, with a cigarette in hand. Finally, for the first time since Rahu’s arrival, you turned to face her, before your eyes trailed down to the state she was in. You noticed a rather large wound right on her abdomen—not deep, but enough for it to cause pain and discomfort, alongside other smaller injuries, and a visible frown formed on your delicate features. But for some strange reason, some stupid reason, seeing that change on your usually serious face was…weirdly intoxicating to Rahu. But just as fast as it came, it was gone, she was intrigued, she needed to see it again, see that look on your face, see what other expressions that stern face can morph into. “Really, who’s actually going to die first?” You asked with mild irritation and a hint of—concern? in your tone, snapping Rahu out of whatever trance she was in. You heaved a sigh of frustration before putting the cigarette out and throwing the bud in the ashtray.

“Come, let’s get you fixed up.” You gestured for her to come sit on a hospital bed with a nod of your head, and she complied, not that she had a choice if she wanted back on the frontlines as soon as humanly possible. You stared Rahu down, hands in your coat pockets, and she instinctively gripped the sheets, your stare was intense, and she needed stability. There was silence between the two of you, and you raised your eyebrow. “Undress.” You ordered sternly, to which her expression faltered, she let out a small sound of surprise. “What?” Rahu questioned, her hands gripping the sheets tighter, as her brows furrowed. You only looked at her with that same deadpan expression on your face, it only made her more irritated.

“Do you want to get treated, or no? your pick.” You gave her an ultimatum, either get treated or die in battle, her choice. Though, in all honesty, you were going to treat her either way, and you were well aware how suggestive you sounded when you told her to undress, but you couldn’t help but find every reaction of hers…quite endearing. A smug smirk was plastered on your face, as she begrudgingly started rid herself of her dark coat, leaving her in her white now blood soaked button down—if you were feeling optimistic, you’d think the blood wasn’t hers, but in this case you knew it was. Once again, there was silence, a deafening silence, one you would deem peaceful if it wasn’t for the sinner glaring holes through your skull. You sighed, before getting on your knees, kneeling down. Rahu watched your every move, from the way you gently lifted up her shirt to inspect her wounds, to the way you eyebrows furrowed when you were deep in thought. She seemed all too focused on your expression, your face, your lips—

Rahu instinctively shoved you away, when she felt you unbuttoning her shirt, her hand situated in your hair. You stare up at her, her face was covered by her oni mask, yet the tips of her ears were red, how…cute. Coming from someone like her. “What—what the hell are you doing?” Rahu stammered out, her grip firm on your hair, yet you didn’t move, didn’t even flinch. “How else am i going to treat you?” You countered, but still let go of her bloodied shirt, crossing your arms in mock irritation. “You should have just asked, i’ll do it myself.” She says simply with mild annoyance, before her large, calloused hands let go of your hair, and moved up to unbutton her shirt. “Rather skittish today, aren’t we?” You teased, before getting to work, cleaning and fixing her wounds up, before she inevitably gets injured again or exerts herself too much, so much so her wounds reopened. It happened more than once, more times than you can count, or even remember.

As you treated her wounds, occasionally hearing pained groans above you, it amused you to no end if you were, truly, being honest. Seeing her pale hands, covered in countless scars that had built up over the years grip the sheets until her knuckles turned white, it was beyond amusing to you, but even despite focusing on treating her, you could practically feel her eyes on you, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you shiver.

“Alright, you’re all fixed up.” You stated calmly, before standing up and straightening yourself out. “As always, i insist you stay here and recover. Going back to the frontlines in this condition would—” You expected her to just fix her appearance up, and walk out without another word, but to your surprise she only responded “I’ll stay.” Rahu stated firmly, before crossing her arms, you almost let out an laugh at how unexpected this behavior was, especially coming from her. “Have you gotten yourself so beat up, you’re finally listening to me?” You teased, before eyeing the bloodied shirt she had on. “It’ll do me some good if you get rid of that, it’s gonna reek up my infirmary. I’m sure the FAC will provide you with another in due time.” You hummed, gesturing to her shirt, to which she reluctantly complied and took it off. What a strange change of pace, not that you were complaining, she was much more tolerable, but somewhere, deep down, you knew why she was so hostile towards you. You were from Paradeisos, it was natural for her to be on guard, you really couldn’t hold it against her.

“You’re making that expression again.” Rahu commented, which makes your gaze shift from her discarded shirt to her face, and your eyes shine with a hint of attraction at seeing her exposed, toned stomach, your eyes trailed higher until they settled on her chest, and collarbone—you quickly snapped out of the daze you were in, and stared her in the eyes. “Do you enjoy looking at my face that much, you even notice the smallest of changes?” You teased with a grin, to which you noticed her eyebrow twitched, just the tiniest bit.

“You’re free to stare as much as you want.”

[eliza-dreams]

Path to Nowhere ｘ Zero ｘ Sinner MBCC-S-000

"Before me, have you expected any other Sinners? Who? The blonde lady? The reliable adjutant? Or some so-called destined one? Hehe, that's fine. Even if fate ties you to someone else, I will sabotage it. I alone am enough for you."

[zwan99]

[reaper2187]

Nox x female sinner reader

In the gloomy corridors of DisCity, where darkness thrived and danger lurked at every corner, there existed an unlikely pair—a sinner and a knight. Nox, known for her cold and calculated demeanor, was a force to be reckoned with. Her prowess with her scythe was unparalleled, and her reputation as a merciless warrior was well-earned. But even amidst the chaos, there was one who brought light into her shadowed existence—Y/N, a fellow sinner whose gentleness contrasted starkly with Nox’s ferocity.

The rain pelted the windows of the abandoned building where the two had taken refuge. Nox sat by the window, her scythe resting against the wall, her eyes fixed on the storm outside. Her thoughts were a turbulent mess, much like the weather. She heard the soft footsteps behind her and turned to see Y/N approaching, a warm smile on her face despite the cold.

“Mind if I join you?” Y/N asked, her voice a soothing balm to Nox’s frayed nerves.

Nox merely nodded, her stoic expression giving away nothing of the turmoil inside. Y/N settled beside her, their shoulders brushing slightly. For a moment, they sat in silence, the only sounds being the rain and the distant thunder.

“Do you ever think about… what life could have been like if things were different?” Y/N’s question was tentative, almost hesitant, as if she feared shattering the fragile peace between them.

Nox sighed, her gaze never leaving the window. “I used to. But thoughts like that are dangerous here. They make you weak.”

Y/N shook her head, her eyes filled with a gentle defiance. “I don’t believe that. I think they make us stronger. They remind us of what we’re fighting for, of what we want to protect.”

Nox turned to face Y/N, her expression unreadable. “And what do you want to protect, Y/N?”

“You,” came the immediate response. Y/N’s eyes were unwavering, filled with a determination that took Nox by surprise. “I want to protect you, Nox. You’ve been through so much, and yet you keep going, fighting for a cause you believe in. I admire that. And I want to be there for you, to support you, just as you’ve supported me.”

Nox was silent for a long moment, processing Y/N’s words. No one had ever spoken to her like this, with such raw honesty and emotion. She had always been seen as a weapon, a tool to be used and discarded. But here was Y/N, looking at her as if she were something precious, something worth protecting.

“You’re a fool,” Nox finally said, her voice lacking its usual bite. “Caring for me… it will only bring you pain.”

“Maybe,” Y/N conceded, her smile never faltering. “But some things are worth the risk. And you, Nox, are worth it.”

Nox felt a strange warmth spread through her chest at Y/N’s words. It was an unfamiliar sensation, one she wasn’t sure how to handle. She had always kept people at arm’s length, believing that attachments were a weakness. But with Y/N, she found herself wanting to lower her guard, to let someone in for the first time in her life.

Before she could say anything, a loud crash echoed through the building, followed by the sound of approaching footsteps. Nox and Y/N sprang to their feet, their weapons ready. The door burst open, and a group of enemies flooded in, their eyes filled with malice.

Nox’s scythe moved in a blur, cutting through the attackers with ruthless efficiency. Beside her, Y/N fought with equal ferocity, her movements graceful and precise. They were a formidable pair, their synergy in battle a testament to their bond.

As the last enemy fell, Nox turned to Y/N, her breathing heavy but her eyes shining with an emotion she had long suppressed. “Are you alright?” she asked, her voice softer than usual.

Y/N nodded, wiping sweat from her brow. “I’m fine. Thanks to you.”

Nox sheathed her scythe, stepping closer to Y/N. “You were incredible out there,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

“So were you,” Y/N replied, her smile radiant despite the grim surroundings.

For a moment, they stood there, the world around them fading into the background. Nox reached out, her hand trembling slightly as she cupped Y/N’s cheek. “You make me feel… things I thought I’d forgotten,” she confessed, her voice breaking.

Y/N leaned into the touch, her eyes soft and filled with affection. “That’s because you’re not as broken as you think, Nox. There’s still so much good in you, so much worth fighting for. And I’ll be here, by your side, every step of the way.”

Nox pulled Y/N into a fierce embrace, holding her as if she were a lifeline in the storm. For the first time in a long while, Nox allowed herself to believe in a future, one where she wasn’t just a weapon but a person, someone who could be loved and cherished.

As the rain continued to fall outside, Nox and Y/N found solace in each other’s arms, a beacon of hope in the darkness that threatened to consume them. Together, they were stronger, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, knowing that as long as they had each other, there was nothing they couldn’t overcome.

[eeulysian]

ha. ha. ha. since ur requests are open.. I'll be requesting a fic for my beloved, chelsea from path to nowhere. writer!reader who makes novels and chelsea is interested in reader's works hehejwheueh.. he.. heh.. ok neways ^_^ chelsea then gives reader an opportunity to make their works more popular!!!.. if tjat makes sense idk but!!! in exchange, chelsea gets to have reader for herself! then reader is tempted but they'll make money from it so.. yah. in other words, this is kind of like idk prostitution— but i promise if u word it in a different way, it's ok... this happened to me in a dream btw

(heh.. nsfw.. if that's ok.. idk im kinda down bad for chelsea since shes my gf)

⟡ . IRRATIONAL COMPENSATION

summary: all in the request above!

cw: afab!reader, developing smut, oral and fingering (f!receiving), dom/sub dynamics, chelsea is a flirt, did i make it too long... chelsea is a squirter change my mind

a/n: i wouldn't call it prostitution? maybe compensation is a better word!! and i'm sorry if this isn't good enough, its my first time making smut 😞 and i think i went overboard and made it too long... soz i was too into it 💔💔

WRITING used to be a hobby for you, you used to be that wattpad kid that would make those alpha vampire boyfriend and the sheltered white girl kind of fics. but as you grew older, you began to take your hobby seriously, and it became a dream for you to become a novelist. so of course, you were able to get yourself into a publishing house, making yourself an official author. the only problem is, the publishing house is really unknown, so none of your works were able to make it big. you only had about like what — 50 or so fans/readers? yeah, even though you were grateful that they read your works, a part of you still wishes for the numbers to magically increase by the coming days.

you thought there was no hope for you, your works and your dreams, so you decide to drown yourself in alcohol, hoping to forget all your worries. so you went to a bar to get yourself a drink. then a second. then a third. then a fourth. then a fifth.

when is this going to end?

oh you were soooo depressed, no matter how many shots you took, your worries couldn't get out of your head. "i'm about to lose it," you think. not until a sultry voice called out to you from your right. "hey cutie, you seem to be stressed. what's the matter?"

you hastily turn to your right to find the source of the silky voice, and your (e/c) orbs meets with ones that are as red as wine. not to mention, her hair was pink. oh fuck. pink. pink hair??? you had a thing for pink haired girls. and this girl made you weak to the knees. it's probably because you're a little tipsy, but right there at that moment you wished you could kiss her oh so annoyingly, attractive red lips. this woman was downright beautiful and it's amazing how only her voice made you forget your worries.

she waves her hand infront of your face, trying to get your attention "hello? earth to... what's your name?" she chuckles, and at that moment you realized you've been too lost in your thoughts so you look like you've been staring at her for quite some time now... how embarrassing. "oh, m'sorry i think i'm just a little tipsy right now hahaaa... i'm y/n. andddddd you? beautiful lady?" what the fuck y/n why did you say that you're WAY too drunk to be flirting with gorgeous ladies right now you could trip and laugh it off like it's nothing in this state what is wrong —

your thoughts were cut off by her honey voice yet again once you hear her laugh ring in your ears. she laughs at your attempt to flirt even in such a state, but she replies nonetheless. "just call me chelsea. so tell me, what has made you so stressed, that you have to take about 5 or more shots of alcohol at once? are you a divorcee or a widow? work problems?", she asks you, curious to see if she's able to help you. what a kind beautiful lady. "the last one you just said", you managed to let out, and averted eye contact to not look at her. "i'm a failed novelist... ugh. i can't even get any of my works to be a hit. it's always just a 2-digit-amount of people reading them. i'm not saying i'm ungrateful, i just wish it was more popular." you sounded so exhausted, so worn out, and so stressed. chelsea felt bad, and she was trying to think of a way to console you.

then an idea came in. "how about this", you turn your head around to look at her again once she said that. "i'm quite rich, and i have a big social media platform as well. i could promote your works for you so your works can do numbers", your eyes lit up at that sentence, "but in exchange, i get you." then your eyes widened. confused on what she meant. "you get me in exchange...?" you were baffled. "yes, meaning i get to have a one night stand with you... or you can even just be mine straight away~" she smirks, looking at you dead in the eye. at that moment you noticed her eyes are filled with lust and desire.

oh that sentence, that smirk, the way those eyes look at you, you were sobered up. the bustling sound of chatting and laughing of other bar customers goes deaf in your ears, you're only focused on this pink haired woman and the loud beating of your heart. why is your heart beating so fast do you have arrhythmia? "so, what do you say?", she asks you again, and all the thoughts are running in your head. this might be a bad idea... but your co workers don't have to know, right? i mean, you're tempted. tempted to make your works a hit, and tempted to spend a night with this beautiful, enchanting woman.

at last, you decided to go with the latter, and accept her offer. "... okay. i'll accept that exchange." you hesitantly said, and all you see is a wolf-like smile infront of you. you can't deny that the way she looks at you is kinda... turning you on. "good girl." you flushed at that sentence. you look like the equivalent of a tomato right now. she called you a good girl? oh fuck you could even get on your knees for this woman.

"give me a copy of one of your best works, and i'll read it when i'm home. after that, i'll tell you if i like it and promote it for you. but you'll have to give me your number first so i can let you know how it goes," she winks, she is a woman of her word indeed. "if it turns out to be successful, then i can give you my address and you can come over... after all, our exchange can't be one sided, right? ♡" you were still blushing, but i mean... popular works? money? pretty girlfriend? you were more than happy to comply. you two exchanged numbers, and luckily you coincidentally brought your best work in your bag to read it when you get home, so you gave her your book, which was about a highschool slowburn romance, the characters are too happy so expect them to be doomed by the narrative because you're evil just like that lmao. you told her she didn't have to worry, as this is just a copy and you have all your original works at home.

she took the book, and you said "i'll be waiting for the results then, tell me if you like it and if you're able to promote it", you laugh sheepishly, kind of embarrassed how a beautiful woman is helping you and not you helping the beautiful woman instead. "of course, i'll read it in my free time and tell you how it goes~," she says in a sultry, flirtatious tone. you could only laugh nervously. "get home safely now," she leans in close to you to give you a peck on the cheek, and it left a faint red lipstick stain. you couldn't even talk at all, you were left shocked, baffled, flustered, shy, embarrassed, confused. girlfailure moment

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almost 2 weeks have passed, and you were procrastinating in your room because it was your day off. you were playing games, reading books and eating. at this moment you're watching a show of your choice on netflix on your laptop, but alas your peaceful moment was disturbed by a loud buzzing from your phone. "who the hell is calling me?", you said, clearly annoyed because whoever is calling you just ruined your netflix and chill time. probably your best friend or a co worker ready to bother you.

but the name you see on your phone is "chelsea", so you just had to pause your show because you just knew it was about your novel. you hesitantly answered the phone, and the first thing you hear is "hey cutie, i just finished reading your book", she says through the phone, and you swallow, scared of how she thinks of it. "... and i have to say, your writing is quite impressive, the way you organize the storyline and give your characters so much personality," you smile at the compliment, though she can't see it, so you say "really?", hoping she hears how happy you are.

"yes, so it's safe to say i can promote your name and your work on my social media. but even so if i ended up not liking it, my interest for you would have not gone away anyways." she says, followed with an attractive giggle that has your heart going crazy. but you're very ecstatic nonetheless, because you know your works are about to get popular after she promotes it. yes bitch get that bag

"thank you for helping me, i really appreciate it. i'm sorry i had to trouble you over my own work problems." you answer her, apologetic for dragging her into your personal matters. "don't worry about it baby, i'm happy to help. but please do remember..."

"that if you want to pay me back, then you'd have to pay back with you, and only you."

you remembered the exchange you had with her. and you become red, whether it's about the pet name, or the agreement you guys had. "oh, right... uhm, what do you want me to do then? come over?", you asked. "yes. that's exactly what i want. i'll text you my address. i'll be waiting, hot stuff~", and that's where you know you're going to have the time of your life. whew

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you finally arrived at her house. damn it was a nice house. 2 storey, clean, shiny and modern, and you can tell theres a pool in the backyard. you check your phone, it's 8:32 PM right now. you knocked on the door 3 times, no answer. you knocked again, another 3 times. then the door swings open, and you're met with those red wine eyes and luscious pink hair again. and you notice that she's wearing one of those... dress-type lingeries. you were sure you were at your last percentage of sanity because of it.

"hey, it's been a while." she gives you a silent giggle. "it certainly has been. well uhm, how have you been? did you post anything about my works?", you asked her, i mean you were eager to know if your work is gonna do numbers and hoping you'll wake up to your works getting sold out by tomorrow. "oh, straight to the point... is your work more important than me?", she answers, clearly sarcastic with the way she immediately laughs right after. you panic slightly, but before you could protest, she talks once again. "don't worry, my post about your book is already going viral, so expect all your works to get sold out tomorrow and your publishing house flourishing overall~"

once you heard that, you were glad you met this woman by a miracle. but oh, you shouldn't forget the deal you made with her. "thank you so much, really. i appreciate it. but so um, about the deal...", you say weakly, heart beginning to pound fast in your chest and you try to avert eye contact with her. but yet again, she always manages to catch your attention, and she pulls your face closer to hers, making you look into her eyes.

"mhm, and you remember what you have to pay with, right?~", she says with her red blood pupils looking right into your (e/c) ones, by now it's obvious how eager she is to devour you whole. you swallow, sweat falling down your neck, and you look flushed. "yes... i guess i shouldn't make our exchange to be one sided."

and with that, she pulls you inside her house, shutting the door and crashes her lips onto yours. she pulls you slowly to her kitchen while sloppily making out with you, and you feel like you're on fire. you want to please this woman, and make her feel so good. you start taking the lead for a bit and push her onto a counter, continuing to make out tongue to tongue with her. she wraps her hand around your shoulders and hair, moaning in between your kisses and grinding on your thigh... and that was when you can tell that she's quite... damp.

"mmhh hah~", she pulls away from the kiss to look at you with hazy eyes, "i want you to... go down on your knees, and eat me out." she manages to let out breathlessly, "i want you to please me, and be a good pet for me." you could only nod quietly. even if it means getting on your knees and barking like a dog just to marry this woman, you would do it anyways.

you slowly get down on your knees while she sits still on top of the counter, spreading her legs to give you easier access. you reach out for the hem of her pantie lingerie, slowly pulling it down. by the moment her pantie reaches her thigh, her pussy juices made a thin bridge with the inside of her pantie, which was an erotic sight for you and turned you on even more. that thin bridge was cut off the moment you pulled her pantie down completely and threw it onto the floor. gripping her thighs and spreading them a little wider, you lean it to give her aching clit a kiss. you earn a shocked gasp from the pink haired woman above you, shuddering the moment you made contact with her pussy.

you lick her slit, going down then up to her clit again and start flicking your tongue on it at a pace that's not too fast, but fast enough to make her throw her head back. she takes ahold of your hair and grips it slightly and whimpering your name, letting you know how good you're making her feel. you decide to push your tongue inside her tight velvety walls, and she almost puts you into a headlock with her milky thighs all because it was too sudden. you thrust your tongue into her in and out, constantly hitting her g spot. "ahmm...! ughmnggh... y-you're doing so good, hah! keep goinggghhngg..", she manages to blurt out weakly, mindlessly grinding her hips to meet your tongue, you can tell she was close from the way her moans started sounding more louder, the grip on your hair tightened and her walls started spasming a lot more than earlier. but you only ended up pulling your tongue out last minute and you were greeted with a disappointed whine. "why did you do that?", she looks at you, face so fucked out, but she's still a little angry even in a state like this.

you smirked at her, and went back down to kiss her clit and flick your tongue on it. she went back to moaning and whimpering, but what she didn't expect is you shoving a finger inside her and slowly thrusting it in and out, receiving a choked moan from her. you added another finger inside, and curled them. chelsea lets out a loud cry and her breathing starts getting more ragged and unstable, her thighs starting to shake uncontrollably. "ah! mmpleaseeee pleasepleasepleaseplease— fasterrrrhngmnhhh...", and the constant chanting of your name was all you could hear until she started squirting all over, onto your face and to the floor. at this point, the countertop was dripping wet with her juices, and it's slippery. one wrong move, she could accidentally fall down and injure herself. you wait for her to calm down from her high, getting up and holding her by the waist to stable her.

leaning into her neck and giving her kisses, relishing in the her rose scented perfume, mixed along with the smell of sweat and sex. she snakes her hand up to your neck, and kisses you, soft and chaste. pulling back, she could only say "i didn't know you were skilled like that... you really did good, cutie ♡", and you give her a promising smile, one that made her heart flutter and look at you with hearts in her eyes.

© 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗲𝗲𝘂𝗹𝘆𝘀𝗶𝗮𝗻. 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗹, 𝗿𝗲𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁.

another a/n: finally i'm done!! one of my longest fics yet... let me know if i made any mistakes or my writing was too long, sloppy or rushed. once again it's my first time making smut, sorry if i disappointed you! :( i'll do better next time ❤

[lucernalux]

Oak Casket

I cannot tell you how much I love a woman that can speak with the dead.

[sasorinote]

Path to Nowhere Zoya pixel art and a game jam mock up

[damatically]

Chief asked what Shalom really wants when she came to mbcc and she didnt answer. But also Shalom later on be like:

Me:

[konkontatsu]

So one of the things I noticed when I first started playing ptn (three days before adela's event, actually) and going through twixer and tumbr (for all the sapphic content in this fandom, as you do) was a concerning amount of people convinced that the chief *had* to be straight (or gay for male!chief) because they kept refusing to be Chelsea's sugar baby.

And I thought to myself "fair enough, a Chinese game probably can't be *explicitly* gay (no matter how much they've been pushing it) I'll just continue all and not get my hopes up it's at least a fun game with good story" and then ... adela's event came out.

Let me start off by saying-HOLY F*CKING SHIT THAT WAS THE GAYEST GACHA EVENT I'VE EVER PLAYED IN MY LIFE-this game is feeding me well

*ahem* moving on <puts on my detective hat and monical> I can say without a shadow of a doubt that fem!chief is very much NOT straight do to the fact that chief blushes (like a slut-) when adela says that she likes her, this is CLEARLY sapphic behavior, so something else *must* be going on behind the scenes.

Clearly I need more clues

This brings us to the most recent event, insatiable fiesta. I, for one, didn't know such sapphic levels to exist in media. However there is something, hiding in plain sight, that has become more apparent than ever. We have never witnessed the chief expressing s*xual attraction towards another individual ... until now (that I know of).

It wasn't directed to the new gorgeous face Cabernet, nor towards the equally attractive npc's. Instead it was directed towards Macchiato a sinner they have clearly known for awhile before this event and despite not knowing the s*xual nature of her actions until after they've borne whiteness to it. I can only come to one conclusion...

The chief...is a demisexual queen (and king)

[prisoner-of-sin]

A Night of Passion [18+]

Langley x female!reader

Warnings: Langley has a dick, teasing, rough sex, minor interruption, power dynamics, female!reader, overstimulation, punishment, brief masturbation, orgasm denial. NSFW!

This is a pure thirst fic. I originally posted this on Ao3! I hope you all enjoy. Please stay safe out there.

Requests: OPEN

"Why are you being slow?" You whine as your head is shoved against the pillows. Langley chuckles, gripping your hips making crescent shapes in your skin–slowly moving you against her cock. Your impatience was adorable yet so punishable, defiance never settled well with her. She glides through your wet folds, teasing your entrance and settling against you. She grabs your hair, forcing you against her front–lips dancing on your damp neck.

"Why? I can be. You need to have more patience, Rookie. Here I am, making sure you are prepared and ready; yet you wish you were taken." Her hot breath feels scolding against your ear, she tightens her hold against your hair and hip–warning you to not wiggle around. "You think I wish to be slow? This restraint for you, comes like second nature but it's difficult to fight the urges. Your pussy leaks for me, begging to be fucked." She bites your neck, proving how she easily melts you into a puddle. You cry out from her words and action, trying your damnedest to not grind against her.

You get no words out when your front meets the bed again. Langley said this meeting would be quick, there was an 'appointment' coming to her apartment soon. Yet, here she was being slow and taking her sweet time. Time ticked by agonizingly as she lined up her cock, pushing it in briefly before pulling out and humming at your whines. You could slam yourself back against her, shaking both of you to core but unknowing of what she would do–makes you excited.

She was too slow, way too slow. Your thoughts jumbled together as she sinks her length entirely into you–one solid motion without hesitation. Every movement you tried was stilled by her, the way her fingers slid down your back; leaving the faintest lines as she settled both hands on your hips.

"Do you feel that? You're taking me so well," Langley questions, one hand moving to press into your womb. Your whines are a delicious nectar to her, she always craves more. "You can't keep yourself together, hanging on by a thread and ruining my sheets. I've only just started!" She chuckles, pushing against your womb to silence your building protest. It was until she slowly pulled out and pushed back in at a torturous pace. She won't crack under the pressure; you, on the other hand, will break easily. The burn felt amazing, she stretched you perfectly and hit all the spots inside of you perfectly.

"P-please!" You beg, trying to buck against her. She quirks an eyebrow before her hand slaps against your ass, having the flesh ripple as you gasp. Her hands hold you firmly as her hips snap against you, hitting one of the sweet spot within you; she was trying to end every ounce of you.

Langley seemed to have too much fun torturing you, uncaring about her own pleasure as her leisurely pace made you yearn for more. "Listen to yourself, whining like a pathetic little girl." She coos, mocking your every action with striking precision. She deliberately pulls out of your oozing cunt and fixates how your essence coats her pulsing cock. She bites her lip as you try to grind back against nothing, you are dripping and making a mess–uncaring of your own actions as your sanity slowly breaks. This game she was playing was nearly unbearable: you just wanted to feel her, to fuck you until you forgot everything but her name.

She was going to ensure your mind was nothing but broken, then finally caving in and giving what you desire. Your hips move instinctively, trying hard to seek her out but Langley's grip only tightens–nearly breaking the very skin as she imprints crescent indents. She effectively kept you in place; she will move when she is ready to, not you. You try not to whine, your fists ball into the silky sheets as your teeth nearly ripped open the soft flesh of your lip. Her hold loosens as her hands trail up your back, just to rake back down. She enjoys watching you squirm, begging to be fuck.

Langley's hips unexpectedly snap forward, cock buried as you gasp and hold onto the sheets. She wastes no time to pull back and set a bruising pace, one that has you speechless–moaning out as your brain slowly scrambles. One hand moves up your back and grabs the back of your neck, forcing you face down into the mattress, nearly cutting off your air supply as she uses you like a toy. The only noise echoing throughout the room are wet slaps and muffled moans.

Langley groans as your walls squeeze around her, pulling her even further inside if it was possible. The pleasure blinds them, each slap of pelvis meeting ass only spurs them along and begs for the sweet symphony of release. She gazes over your back, finally settling on your ass jiggling after every thrust; the way her cock disappeared and shines from your arousal–it was breathtaking.

"Rookie, you're mine. Do you understand me?" A rush vertigo hits as Langley yanks you back, resting her chin against your shoulder; ultimately halting all movement. "You were close, no? You gripped me so tightly, just as a whore should." Her whispers were venomous, but it left you whimpering–grinding against her desperately to get the orgasm you desired. She kisses your shoulder and leads them to your neck, a rare display of affection from the woman.

An unanticipated knock interrupts the passion between you two, warranting a sigh from Langley and a whine from you as she pulls out. "Fun is always interrupted, is it not? Don't touch yourself." She warns, gently pushing you down to rest against the bed as she walks away to fetch a robe. You roll over, squeezing your thighs together as you fight the urge to tip yourself into bliss.

You stare at the ceiling, imagining countless ways Langley could ruin you during the time she's absent. The way her finger spread open your puffy lips, circling the sensitive clit before slowly leaning down to engulf the same part into her lips. Or, how her cock could be slamming into you–ascending you to the heavens and refusing to let you have a moment of respite. Your hand slowly slides down to your folds, grazing over them as you debate to touch yourself.

"I hope you're thinking about me," Langley climbs on the bed and opens your legs, revealing everything to her. Her gaze leisurely locks onto yours before giving a brief smile. "Nearly touching yourself without my consent. I believe that deserves punishment." She moves to lay on the bed, head resting against your thigh. Her green eyes seem to glow as she starts her plan. You whimper as her tongue agonizingly laps over your outer folds, it needed to be more; the orgasm was being wished away from you as you were being toyed with.

You attempt to tangle your hands in Langley's hair but she swats them away, scolding you with a nibble to your clit. She incases your thighs with her hands, racking her nails down the flesh–goosebumps erupt over the same spot and spread further. Her index finger brushes over your clit–making you mewl and shift in the sheets. This was torture, her being so slow that everything was replaced with need and annoyance. You gasp as her tongue messily licks a stripe from the entrance to your clit, rubbing it as her tongue reaches its destination. She low-key moans as the essence coats her tongue. It takes all her might to not dive in more, like a pussy drunk fool.

"Hold it." Langley warns, latching her lips to your clit. You dig your hands back into the sheets, moaning loudly as your back arches; there was no way you could prevent your orgasm. There was a smile before she hollowed her cheeks and moved away with a soft lick. She gazes at the mess you've made before plunging two fingers deep inside of you. No noise leaves your lips, she curls them–assaulting the spongy patch to have tears rolling down your flustered cheeks. "Don't slip, you won't like it if you do." Your eyes were squeezed shut as you pant like a dog in heat; the temptation to bite your bottom lip was high, it would only warrant disapproval.

Langley shifts to undo her loose robe, her hand making way to her pulsing cock to relieve herself minorly. The wetness from your arousal earlier was present, but she found herself mixing the leaking precum into it. She hoped you slipped, the punishment in mind would benefit you both–only you would lose yourself completely, devoted to only her. It's what she craved.

You wanted Langley to stop moving her fingers, the squelch is followed by soft fap sounds echoed throughout the room. You were unbelievably soaked and you knew it, she always had this effect on you–at work or within the safety of her apartment. You wanted to wrap your lips around her cock, watch how she tried to keep a straight face but the grip on your hair gave it away. The small gasps that never went unnoticed. You could convince her later after being such a good girl for her.

"I…I won't..won't!" You manage to spill out. Langley chuckles and quickens her fingers, waiting patiently for you to crack. She hammers her fingers into you, spelling out how much you need to crack. Your knuckles are nearly white as you fought against your impending doom. The fast and brutal treatment lasted not as long as you wished for, she was pulling away entirely.

"N-no!" You beg, shivering slightly at Langley's breath on your thigh. She offered no words, her tongue slips from her lips and prods at your entrance. Your hands clutch her disheveled locks, rolling your hips against her mouth–trying to get the scale to tip despite the warning. She groans as you pull her hair, the vibrations unintentionally reverberating through you earning choked sobs alongside her new onslaught.

Langley's sheer willpower is strong enough to prevent herself from falling for self pleasure. You could beg her to indulge but bite back the very words, the moans and sobs were overpowering every other noise you could produce. Her tongue slips inside of you, savoring every ounce of slick pouring out. Your peak is quick to hit like lightning, vision blurring as the moans are heightened in pitch and volume. "L..Lan- ah!!" You failed to finish your sentence as she feverishly ate you out, the vigorous pace not once stopping despite you disobeying her demand and peaking into nirvana.

Your back arches as everything snapped and sweet bliss washed over you, your nails dog into her scalp making Langley groan. You slump back against the bed, exhausted and out of breath. You felt heavy, any movement made you twitch and her overstimulation only made it worse.

"I told you not to cum, poor thing.. You know punishment is coming?" Langley slowly moves back from your pussy, lips slick with your essence–her piercing gaze watching you. "Am I the only one who can make you feel this way? You're mine." She settles between your legs, hand gripping your chin as a smirk forms on them delicious lips; the possessive tone shooting straight through you. You look over her disheveled appearance, the blond locks messy from all your needy pulling.

"Mine.." Langley growls, rutting against you as she bends down and kissing the sweaty column of your neck. She bites down earning a deep moan from you, moving your hips to seek her. She licks over the mark, reaching down and holding your hips still. You tilt your head, giving her more access to produce multiple marks all over. She hums in approval, sucking and biting the revealed skin; purposely sliding her cock against your soaked slit.

"Yours, A-all yours.." You stutter as your breathing escalates, you want more but you have no willpower to admit such a demand. Your thoughts stop as Langley ruts against you, teasingly having her tip nudge against your clit. She pulls away enough to circle one arm around your waist, taking advantage of the fact you arched into her. Her eyes look over your neck before settling on your fucked out face. She leans down, capturing your lips in a breathtaking embrace, purposely sliding her cock against you.

"What should your punishment be?" Langley's hot breath remains on your lips. Your answer was immediate.

"Fuck me."

Langley chuckles, pausing her movements and kissing your cheek. "You've wanted that all along, didn't you?" You shudder at her breath tickling your skin, her lips never seem to touch you again. She refuses to give you want you wanted, instead she was implementing her own way to torture you. She loves to hear you whine and be compliant, seeing you slowly delve into the sea of frustration as she remains strong willed. She would not admit how much she wanted to see you sob as you struggled to keep awake, her thrusting so deep and brutal that you'd feel the ghost movements tomorrow.

"I hope you're ready to receive what I have planned." Langley kisses you one last time, sitting up before digging into her desires. You shudder at her tone dropping in octave, spreading your legs further apart to urge her to hasten.

This was going to be a long, tiring night. One of which you'll likely lose your voice and have to call out of work the next morning. It will be worth it, spending a night with Langley always is.

[illmother]

ೀ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ⎯ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝓥𝖆𝖓illa 𝗵𝗰𝘀

A/N: GOT MY PRETTY GIRL AND WAS OBSESSED IMMEDIATELY. like you don’t understand how BADLY i want her to bend me over one of her machine things and finger fuck me til’ i have to rely on said machine to keep me upright.

cw: consists of both sft and nsft hcs, tfem!Vanilla, slight bondage, corruption

— i feel like she’d be the type to cook you meals whenever you’re feeling down or stressed like; oh, you’re feeling upset, tired, unwell? eat. you’ll feel better with a full stomach

— will do anything for you, and i mean ANYTHING. even if she thinks she should be against it ‘cus it’s dangerous and whatnot, she still gives in. after all, she can protect you! she always has, and always will

— if you’re busy and working on something, she’ll cut up some fruits for you, think like those little bunny apples !!

— her actions speak louder than words! she’ll give you a back massage if you’re feeling tense and stressed, run you a bath when you’re done with work, cook you food, she’s basically your perfect housewife!

— OH! and don’t bother wasting your money on mechanics or anything like that. why call someone when you have your wonderful Vanilla up and ready to fix any issues in your home

— DEFINITELY a service top. no doubt. she’ll do whatever you want, you don’t even need to touch her for her to be cumming in her pants. but if you ever wanna top, she’ll be your loud, whiny angel <3

— speaking of cum, she cums LOADS. like enough to paint your stomach white. how does it taste? well, it’s far from bad to say the least, a little bit on the sweeter side

— she’s not a woman of many words, but god is she vocal during sex. like full on moaning, and grunting the filthiest shit right into your ear while you’re riding her, your front pressed against hers while she thrusts up into you like there’s no tomorrow

— GOD i can go on about her fingers all day. like hello?? my girl works on machines and mechanics all day for YEARS. she can reach every single nook and cranny of your sobbing cunt with her skillful fingers

— pretty sucky at aftercare, since she hasn’t had any experience with relationships after being in a deserted lab place (?) for over a decade. so you’ll have to teach her things along the way! but don’t worry, she’ll get it soon enough (for now, she just settles on cuddling up to you after a steamy night)

— that being said, being very very inexperienced in anything relationship wise leaves in room for corruption…

— ALSO her rank up art thing??? bondage?? being restricted?? hello??? are you guys seeing my vision rn…OK HEAR ME OUT-

“Do you like this, Pretty girl?” You questioned, voice breathy as you whispered into her ear. Vanilla could only groan in response, as drool dribbling messily down her chin. Having her arms restricted, while you stroked her eager, leaky cock, each pump of your hand painfully slow to her dismay. “Faster,” She choked out, you’d been teasing her for the past hour or so, and she really couldn’t take it anymore, she needed release, bad. She feels like she’ll definitely break if this goes on any longer. “Please, please, please, let me cum…just this once..” She pleaded, so sinful, so beautiful, you really couldn’t say no at this point…not when she was begging to be ruined by you. “Oh, i’ll make you cum alright.” You murmured, before your movements on her pretty cock grew faster. You’ll make her cum, and you won’t stop until she’s shooting blanks. <3

[eliza-dreams]

Path to Nowhere ✧ Shalom ✧ Sinner MBCC-S-017

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[airdst]

"Be honest, do you want me, or a beast?"

I am looking respectfully at Ninety-Nine's upcoming skin...

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