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𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚄𝚜

Valeria x F! Reader She’s your obsessive ex. You broke up with her after a harsh realization that she would literally kill for you. She’s been sending you flowers for months to win you back over. She won’t stop till she has you in her arms or beneath her.

Tags: face-sitting, cunnilingus, strap-on use

"You fucker!" Y/n snapped as the men roughly dragged her into the warehouse. Her body ached from the rough rope that wrapped around her limbs, immobilizing her from running away. Cold metal jammed harshly against her spine, making her wince.

"Watch your tone, bitch." A man snapped at her, forcing the gun to drag against her skin. Y/n yelped in pain, looking over her shoulder to glare at him. How did it end up like this?

Hours ago, Y/n stood alone in her kitchen, glaring at the bouquet on her counter—another bundle of red roses. She knew who sent them; she didn't even have to glance at the notecard. They were beautiful, in full bloom despite the harsh winter storm that brewed outside.

She grabbed the stems, noticing that each thorn had been meticulously twisted off except for one.

She quickly drew her hand back, cursing as a thorn pricked her palm. "Fuck." She hissed, snatching the bouquet and tossing it into the trash along with the rest. She grabbed the notecard, preparing to toss it, but paused.

She stared down at the gold ink, her thumb tracing over each detail. With a heavy sigh of defeat, she turned it over. But just before she could read whatever devotion of love and worship was written on it, a loud whack echoed as she fell to the floor.

Her vision blurred, and the last thing she saw was a pair of boots that looked all too similar to a particular war criminal.

And that's how she ended up here, arms bound together with itchy rope that was so close to cutting off her circulation. And a pounding headache that made her want to shriek. She glared at the bald man who held her captive, wishing death upon him and his next of kin for generations.

Just before she could tell him off, a bullet flew through the air, lodging into the man's shoulder. It happened so quickly that Y/n could barely process it. Her eyes nearly bulged out of her head as she stared in horror at the man. He writhed in agony on the ground, his hand cupping his oozing shoulder.

"Who do you think you are, pendejo? You think this is a game?" A hiss echoed as Y/n's heart raced. She knew that tone all too well.

"Valeria." Y/n whispered breathlessly as Valeria appeared from the shadows, gun in hand, and her eyes blazed with malice.

Valeria stepped closer, pressing the heel of her boot into the man's head. "Apologize, hijo de puta, or I'll blow your brains out." She uttered, moving the gun to tap against his cheek.

The man gritted his teeth before his eyes darted to Y/n. "I'm sorry."

A click echoed as Valeria moved to point the gun between his eyes. His body stiffened as he quickly scrambled onto his knees.

"Sorry! I'm so sorry! Please forgive me, El Sin Nombre!" He pleaded desperately as she scoffed.

"Get the fuck out." She hissed as the man scrambled off the floor, darting out of the warehouse alongside the rest of her men.

Valeria rolled her eyes, stuffing the gun into her hip pocket. Y/n watched in disbelief, her jaw agape. "What the fuck?" She whispered as Valeria's attention turned to her.

The malice quickly vanished, only to be filled with longing and adoration.

"Mi Vida," Valeria cooed, reaching to cup Y/n's face. Y/n flinched back, her body defensive from her touch.

"Valeria, what the fuck. Do you know how fucking crazy you are? Why the fuck did you kidnap me?!" She shouted in anger.

Valeria seemed unaffected by her words, the adoration in her eyes only shining brighter.

"You know exactly why, mi amor," Valeria uttered, her voice laced with desire and possessiveness.

"How long must this game of cat and mouse continue when I can just do this?" She reached out, her hand finally resting on Y/n's face.

A shudder ran down Y/n's spine. "Valeria, this isn't right. It's over between us."

Valeria's grip tightened on Y/n's chin, her eyes narrowing as she leaned in closer, her breath brushing against Y/n's lips.

"No, mi amor, it's far from over," she whispered, her voice laced with determination. "You think you can walk away from me? Think again."

“You’re fucking crazy,” Y/n whispered, her harsh words causing Valeria's eyes to start to fill with annoyance.

“You killed a man without any regrets right in front of me, and you expect me to forget it ever happened?” Y/n uttered as Valeria tapped her lips.

"Regrets?" Valeria laughed, her voice dripping with venom. "That man meant nothing to me, mi amor. I did what I had to do to protect what's ours."

Her fingers trailed along Y/n jawline, her touch simultaneously gentle and possessive. "I killed for you, Y/n. I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe, even if it means getting my hands dirty."

Y/n stared at her in horror. She knew deep down that Valeria's love came with a dark side that frightened her. Valeria's love was obsessive. Valeria's love had no end to it. And she just happened to fall into Valeria's web. But no matter how far Y/n tried to run or how hard she struggled, she trapped herself even more.

The pull Valeria had on her was intoxicating. And something about the crazed look in her eyes made Y/n shudder. And Valeria knew it.

"You call me crazy, but look who's responding to my touch?" Valeria uttered, her hand moving to cup the base of Y/n's neck. She could feel the beats of Y/n's heart, how it raced from each glide of her fingers.

"Sabes que no puedes dejarme." Valeria cooed in her ear, her grip on Y/n's neck tightening just enough to make her gasp.

"You still want me," Valeria whispered as her gaze met Y/n's. Y/n stared at her with frustration and anger, yet hidden behind was want. As Valeria's lips brushed over her ear, she shuddered. The possessive grip she had on her neck made her knees almost buckle.

When was the last time they had been this close?

"I fucking hate you," Y/n spat, her hiss weak as Valeria's lips twitched upwards.

"No por mucho tiempo."

Y/n grunted as she was shoved, her back colliding with the mattress. The rope that still bound her arms ground against the bed, making her groan in pain. She stared up at Valeria with fierce eyes as Valeria straddled her thighs.

With a swift motion, Valeria reached down, her fingers deftly undoing the restraints that bound Y/n's hands.

"Now, mi amor," Valeria's voice dripped with authority, "Show me just how much you hate me." She mocked as Y/n's eye twitched.

"Bitch." Y/n whispered before she reached up, her hands gripping the edge of Valeria's shirt. Their lips crashed together in a passionate clash, a battle of dominance and desire.

It was a battle that Y/n quickly lost as Valeria kept her pinned beneath her. One of Valeria's hands wrapped around Y/n's neck, squeezing firmly enough to make Y/n's head spin. Her other hand slid beneath Y/n's shirt, her fingers skimming up her stomach toward the edge of her bra.

Y/n moaned beneath her, arching up into her touch. "Valeria," Y/n whispered breathlessly.

Valeria took the opportunity to press her tongue through the gap of Y/n's lips. Their tongues glided against one another as the kiss deepened. The need to breathe grew stronger as Y/n quickly broke the kiss, panting as Valeria smirked.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Valeria's hand slid lower, tracing the curve of Y/n's waist before slipping beneath the waistband of her pants. Her fingers danced along the edge of her panties, teasingly brushing against her sensitive skin.

Y/n's breath hitched, a quiet gasp escaping her lips as she arched into Valeria's touch. Valeria's lips brushed against Y/n's ear, her voice a low, seductive whisper.

"You're mine, mi amor. Every inch of you belongs to me."

Valeria's fingers slipped past the fabric of Y/n's panties, delving into her wetness. Valeria's eyes darkened at the feeling, the slickness of Y/n's arousal coating her fingertips. She began to explore and caress with a slow, deliberate rhythm, her touch growing more insistent and demanding.

Y/n's body trembled beneath her, her moans growing louder and more desperate. "Valeria--" Y/n gasped as Valeria's thumb traced her clit.

Valeria's grip on Y/n's neck tightened slightly, a silent reminder of her control. With each stroke of her fingers, she pushed Y/n closer to the edge, her gasps and moans filling the room.

But Valeria was not satisfied with just this. She wanted to push Y/n further, to make her beg and plead for release. With a wicked smile, she withdrew her hand from between Y/n's legs, leaving her gasping and on the brink of climax.

"Valeria!" Y/n cried out in frustration as Valeria moved her fingers to her lips. She lapped the fluids that coated her fingertips, her gaze turning hungry.

Her voice dripped with seduction as she leaned in closer, her breath ghosting over Y/n's ear. "Oh, mi amor, you have no idea how delicious you taste," she whispered, her words laced with a hint of sadistic pleasure.

Y/n's breathing grew uneven, a mix of desire and anticipation coursing through her veins. Valeria's hand trailed down Y/n's body, leaving a trail of fire in its wake until it reached the apex of her thighs once again. Without warning, she plunged her fingers back into Y/n's wetness, resuming her relentless exploration.

The sensations overwhelmed Y/n, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Her moans grew louder, her body arching against Valeria's touch.

"Please, Valeria," she whimpered, her voice laced with desperation. "I need to come."

A wicked smile played on Valeria's lips as she quickened the pace of her fingers, her movements becoming more forceful and demanding. She reveled in the power she held over Y/n, how she could bring her to the brink and deny her release.

"I thought you hated me," Valeria mocked, causing a string of curses to leave Y/n's mouth.

"You'll come when you submit to me," Valeria hissed, moving her head lower. A cry left Y/n's lips as Valeria's tongue began lapping her clit with deliberate and needy strokes.

Y/n's hips bucked upward as Valeria forcefully held them down. Her lips wrapped around her clit before pushing her tongue deep into her folds. Y/n groaned in pleasure, her body buzzing with want. She could feel herself growing closer to the edge of release, but just before she tipped over--- Valeria pulled back, licking her lips.

A frustrated cry left Y/n's lips. "Please, Valeria," she pleaded, her voice filled with desperation. "I need to come. I can't take it anymore."

Valeria's eyes darkened as she reached upwards, grabbing Y/n roughly by her neck. She yanked her closer, their bodies practically grinding against one another.

"Louder," she demanded, her voice low and commanding. "Beg for me, puta."

"Please-- Fuck I-- I just want to come. I'll stay with you and stop running away; just please let me come." Y/n begged with teary eyes.

Valeria's eyes darkened as she roughly pressed Y/n down, straddling her thighs. "You sound so needy, preciosa," She cooed, moving back to spread Y/n's legs.

"I've imagined so many different ways I could have you beneath me again, crying and begging for me," Valeria muttered, her nails tracing Y/n's thighs. Valeria moved back, her hands pulling her pants down, along with her panties.

Y/n's breath hitched as Valeria climbed on top of her, pressing her deeper against the mattress. "You want to cum, mi amor? You'll have to earn it." Valeria uttered.

Y/n stared up at Valeria before it clicked in her head. She moved back, propping herself on a pillow. She reached forward and pulled Valeria closer. Valeria smirked and raised her hips as they hovered over Y/n's face.

"Go on, prove yourself," Valeria uttered as Y/n swallowed thickly.

Without hesitation, Y/n leaned forward, her tongue darting out to flick against Valeria's clit. A hiss escaped Valeria's lips, her hands tangling in Y/n's hair.

Valeria's grip tightened in Y/n's hair, guiding her movements. Y/n surrendered herself to Valeria's control, a moan leaving her lips as Valeria yanked at her hair.

Valeria rocked her hips, grinding against Y/n's mouth. "Good girl," Valeria hissed as Y/n's tongue traced patterns. Y/n's hands gripped Valeria's thighs, holding her in place as she continued to worship her with her mouth.

"Meirda." Valeria moaned, feeling her thighs begin to tremble slightly. She looked down and let out a breathless laugh. She yanked Y/n's hair, causing a cry to leave her lips.

"Look at me," Valeria uttered as their gazes met.

"You look so pretty like this," Valeria cooed, grinding herself on Y/n's tongue. Y/n shuddered at the praise, her hands cupping Valeria's hips to pull her closer. The ache between her legs was so intense she had to fight the urge to move her hand down.

And, of course, Valeria noticed as her eyes flashed with amusement. "You don't get to touch yourself, not yet." She whispered.

Y/n whimpered at the denial, her body aching with need. Her tongue worked fervently against Valeria's throbbing clit, forcing a moan from Valeria's lips.

Valeria's movements became more urgent, her hips grinding against Y/n's mouth with a fierce intensity. She felt her climax building, the coil of pleasure tightening within her core.

"You're doing so well, mi preciosa," Valeria moaned. "Make me come; show me how much you want it."

Encouraged by Valeria's words, Y/n intensified her efforts, tongue flicking and swirling with a newfound determination. She could feel Valeria's grip on her hair tighten further, her moans growing louder and more desperate.

And then, with a shuddering gasp, Valeria's orgasm crashed over her. Her body trembled, her walls clenching around Y/n's tongue as waves of pleasure washed over her. Y/n panted heavily as Valeria raised her hips, allowing her the oxygen to return to her lungs.

Yet as soon as she got it, the air in her lungs seemed to vanish as Valeria reached into the dresser next to them and pulled out a strap-on.

"Oh." The only word left her lips as Valeria grabbed and yanked her closer. Valeria smirked, her eyes darkening with hunger as she fastened the strap-on securely around her hips.

Valeria moved closer, her hands caressing Y/n's thighs, spreading them wide open. Her fingers danced along the slick folds, teasing and testing Y/n's readiness.

"You look so pretty beneath me," Valeria uttered before pressing the strap tip in. Y/n let out a choked moan, her eyes widening at the intrusion.

Her eyes fluttered shut, her body convulsing in painful pleasure as their hips slotted together.

"Open your eyes," Valeria hissed, pulling out slowly before setting a rough pace.

Y/n quickly obeyed as tears began rolling down her cheeks. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through Y/n's body, her moans growing louder and more desperate with each passing moment. The room was filled with the sounds of their bodies colliding and the echo of Y/n's wails.

Y/n's nails clawed into the sheets, her body arching to meet Valeria's thrusts, craving more. "V-Valeria!" She sobbed as Valeria's hand connected with her neck once more. The sensation of being filled and stretched by Valeria's strap-on was overwhelming, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

She squeezed before bringing their faces closer together. "You can't ever leave me, my love," She whispered before crashing their lips together.

Valeria's pace quickened, her thrusts growing more forceful and demanding. Y/n's body trembled with each thrust, her pleasure mounting with each passing second. She could feel the coil of ecstasy tightening within her, the need for release growing unbearable.

"Valeria," she gasped, breaking the kiss. "Please, let me come. I can't-- I can't do it anymore--"

Valeria's grip tightened on Y/n's hips, her thrusts becoming more relentless. "Beg for it."

Y/n's body ached with both pleasure and frustration, her desperate pleas filling the room. She begged and pleaded for Valeria to grant her release, her voice filled with raw need.

Valeria's eyes gleamed with a mix of satisfaction and control as she continued to thrust into Y/n. But as the intensity of their connection grew, Valeria could feel her climax building. The coil of pleasure within her grew tighter, driving her closer to the brink.

With a final thrust, Valeria couldn't hold back any longer. She let out a moan of Y/n's name, her orgasm crashing over her in waves of ecstasy. The sight and sound of Valeria finding her release was enough to push Y/n over the edge.

Y/n's body tensed, pleasure consuming her as her orgasm washed over her in a powerful wave. She cried out Valeria's name, her voice a mix of ecstasy and satisfaction. They stilled for a few moments as Y/n panted heavily.

Tears were still streaming down her face as she felt Valeria's hand wipe them away.

"Nothing could ever separate us, Y/n." She uttered, leaning closer to press their lips together once more.

"Aún en la muerte, siempre serás mía."

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𝚂𝚒𝚗 𝙽𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚂𝚘 𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚍

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Valeria Garza x F!Reader Y/n was assigned to watch over the war criminal and drug trafficker, Valeria Garza. While keeping watch, Y/n notices that Valeria seems to be interested in her. A little too much. She refuses to give in to Valeria's tempting words. It looks like Valeria will have to use some force. Tags: Knifeplay, Pet Names, Cunnilingus, Edging

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"Where's the other missile?" Ghost snapped as Valeria didn't respond, a smug smirk on her lips. 

"She's not going to say shit," Alejandro hissed, throwing his hands up in frustration. Valeria watched as the men barked and snapped at one another like pathetic dogs.

She leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs to get comfortable-- When the door swung open. And entered the most ethereal woman Valeria had ever seen. 

Valeria's eyes stared intensely at the woman as she made her way through the room, just stopping beside Alejandro.

"That's enough. It's been hours since this interrogation started. Take a break," She spoke, her voice soft yet authoritative. The men looked at one another, scowls on their faces.

"Watch her, Y/n. And don't let her try and smooth talk you; she's a witch," Alejandro hissed, squeezing Y/n's shoulder firmly. To others, it would've looked like a warning gesture. But not to Valeria. 

Valeria's gaze locked with Y/n's. Y/n felt a slight shudder run down her spine from the intensity of Valeria's look. The room cleared out one by one until only the two women remained. Y/n adjusted her weapon, sliding it over her shoulder before leaning against the wall.

"I don't think we've met," Valeria spoke suddenly, her eyes slowly taking in Y/n's figure.

"I don't typically meet with the cartel. Gives a bad reputation," Y/n replied before wincing at her words. They were the truth, but she didn't mean for them to come out that harsh.

Valeria's lips twitch upwards.

"I have my reasons," Valeria uttered, her gaze darkening. Another shudder ran down Y/n's spine. The look in Valeria's eyes was hungry. 

It was a look that Y/n often got when she jogged around the base in her sports attire. But for some reason, Valeria's gaze wasn't unwelcomed. 

Y/n couldn't help but stare as well. Valeria is gorgeous. Yet what drew her in the most was her eyes. Despite all the years of training, Y/n felt like she was about to melt. 

"Why'd they assign you to watch over me, cariño?" Valeria asked, her head tilting to the side with a smirk.

"Did they think I'd spill everything to you?" She laughed as Y/n shrugged, crossing her arms.

"Possibly. Perhaps they thought placing a woman with you would make you feel more comfortable speaking to me," Y/n said as Valeria leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees.

"Perhaps they're right," Valeria uttered, her gaze dropping to Y/n's figure. "Dime algo. How long have you and Alejandro been close?" She spoke, her voice just above a whisper.

 "What?" The question took Y/n off guard. "No seas tímida, cariño," Valeria mocked, a smirk moving to her face again. 

"I saw that look he gave you before he left. He used to be such a wild man, I guess he hadn't changed," Valeria spoke, her eyes drinking in Y/n's reaction.

Y/n's face seemed to lose its composure. Her body language changed from collected and calm to embarrassed.

"Alejandro and I have nothing going on between us," Y/n defended as Valeria crossed her arms, clicking her tongue with fake disappointment.

"Mentirosa." She uttered as Y/n looked away. "My relationship with him is professional. And it's none of your concern."

"It is when I noticed that shudder of disgust you did when he touched you," Valeria mocked as Y/n's eyes widened. 

"How did you--?" 

"I notice lots of things, cariño. Rage, deception, disgust... And desire." Valeria uttered.

"You poor thing, how long have you gone unsatisfied?" She fake pouted, cocking her head to the side. Y/n was caught even more off guard. "I don't-- Why are--- What--?" Y/n uttered, trying to comprehend what was happening.

"I am satisfied with my love life."

"Are you?" Valiera challenged. "Eyes don't lie, cariño. And neither does the face. Right now, I can hear all those thoughts in your pretty head," She cooed as Y/n looked away. 

Valeria was right. No matter how often she tried to force herself to fall for Alejandro's charm, she couldn't. No one had ever made her feel so giddy or anxious. 

Except for the woman in front of her.

Y/n quickly cleared her throat. "This is inappropriate," She declared.

"¿Lo es? Creo que estás mintiendo, preciosa," Valeria cooed once more, making Y/n's face heat up. "Please stop--"

"Or what? What's wrong with just a little flirting?" Valeria interrupted as Y/n looked away. She couldn't look at Valeria anymore. She feared if she did, she fall for the charm that Alejadnro had warned her about.

"I don't think you should look away from your captive. It's a way you get eaten."

Valeria moved silently, swiftly pinning her in place. Y/n's eyes widened in shock. 

"Get off of me," Y/n whispered, quickly writhing in her grasp before freezing as Valeria held a knife to her throat. The rough tip lightly dragged across her skin, just barely nipping.

Valeria tsked in disapproval, scolding Y/n as if she was a child. "I admire your bravery. Pero estás jugando con fuego, mi amor." Her voice dripped with a mix of danger and desire, her accent adding an enticing edge to her words.

Her fingers danced along the knife handle, a silent promise of the pain she could inflict.

"Tell me," she whispered, her voice low and husky, "Do you enjoy being pushed to your limits? Do you crave the thrill of surrendering control to someone who knows exactly what you need?" Her tone held a hint of challenge.

"I don't need it," Y/n uttered. "I'm loyal to the task force," She whispered, eyes darting across Valeria's face.

"Well, we all have our loyalties, don't we?" Valeria cooed, her fingers tracing a slow path along the curve of Y/n's jaw.

"But tell me, my little rebel," Valeria continued, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper, "What if I were to show you a different kind of loyalty? A loyalty that fulfills your deepest desires that pleases you beyond anything you've ever known?"

She pulled her hand back, the knife glinting in the dim light. With a swift motion, she pressed the cool metal against Y/n's cheek, the sharp edge just barely grazing her sensitive skin.

"Would you surrender to me, let me unleash the desires that burn within you?" she asked, her voice a dangerous melody.

"Or would you continue to resist, clinging to your precious task, denying yourself the pleasure within your reach?" 

An ache began to form between Y/n's legs, one that started burning the second Valeria's eyes locked onto her body. "So?" Valeria uttered, stopping her blade just a few centimeters away from Y/n's face.

Y/n stared at Valeria in shock, weighing her options. The task force had always treated her kindly. Yet she was unhappy. The communication was excellent, yet she was constantly overshadowed. She wasn't as unique as the other women they partnered with. She wasn't extraordinary, yet the way Valeria looked at her like she was the last meal on earth made her squirm.

Valeria could see the conflict in Y/n's eyes, the war between the desire to flee and the intrigue that held her captive. She knew she had awakened something within her, a curiosity and longing that couldn't be easily ignored. 

"Is it so wrong to want, preciosa?" She uttered as Y/n met her gaze.

"Fuck it," She whispered as Valeria's lips smirked.

"Good girl." Y/n's breath hitched, feeling the blade trace down her chest, stopping over her military vest. "You don't need it. Take it off." Valeria commanded darkly. 

Y/n's hands twitched, slowly reaching beneath her vest. "The cameras, they'll see--"

"As if I'd let them," Valeria uttered before clicking her tongue, making a clock-like sound. "Go on," She commanded, bringing the knife closer.

Valeria watched with hooded eyes as the vest dropped to the floor. Her eyes drank at the sight of the exposed skin, how Y/n's muscles flexed with each movement.

"Good girl," she purred, her voice a mix of satisfaction and approval. She leaned in closer, the cold blade of the knife still pressed against her throat.

She moved the blade slowly and deliberately, tracing it along the contours of Y/n's chest, feeling the rise and fall of her breath beneath her touch. The cold metal sent shivers down Y/n's spine, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her veins.

Leaning close, Valeria's voice dropped to a low, husky whisper.

"Do you feel that, mi amor?" she murmured. "The thrill of the blade, the anticipation of what it can do. How it can bring both pleasure and pain."

The blade continued its slow descent, inching lower and lower, tracing a tantalizing path along Y/n's body. She could feel the tension building in the air, the anticipation thickening with each passing moment.

The knife reached the waistband of Y/n's pants, hovering there momentarily, teasingly close to her most intimate areas. Valeria's eyes locked onto hers, her gaze filled with dominance and desire.

With a swift motion, she slid the blade under the waistband, cutting away the fabric and exposing the most vulnerable and sensitive parts to her hungry gaze. Y/n gasped as her pants fell to the floor with a soft rustle.

The cool air caressed her skin as Valeria's warm palms dragged across her thighs. Valeria's eyes roamed hungrily over Y/n's exposed form, taking in the sight of her in nothing but her panties. The curve of her hips and the tantalizing hint of what lay beneath sent a surge of desire coursing through Valeria's veins.

She stepped closer, her hand gently tracing along the waistband of your panties, teasingly tugging at it. "These are in the way."

With a slow, deliberate motion, Valeria hooked her fingers into the sides of Y/n's panties and pulled them down, allowing them to pool at her feet. Valeria's eyes feasted upon Y/n's exposed sex, glistening with arousal.

She slowly ran a finger along the delicate folds, relishing how Y/n's body trembled beneath her touch. Her touch was firm yet gentle, exploring the contours of Y/n's sex with a possessive intent.

"You're so wet, mi amor," Valeria whispered, her voice filled with satisfaction and desire. "Your body craves my touch. It yearns for the pleasure that only I can give." She whispered, bringing her lips to Y/n's neck. 

She nipped at the skin before slowly sliding her long fingers into Y/n's folds. Y/n's hips bucked as soft moans left her lips. Valeria maintained her steady rhythm, her fingers expertly exploring and caressing.

Her smirk deepened as she watched Coli's hips grind against her fingers, the desire and need evident in her actions. Valeria reveled in the power she held over her, relishing in the control she exerted.

"You're so needy for me, cariño," Valeria whispered in a husky voice, her eyes burning with desire.

Valeria's fingers delved deeper, parting the folds and finding Y/n's swollen clit. She circled the sensitive bud with deliberate and skilled movements, applying the right amount of pressure to send waves of pleasure through Y/n's body. Y/n's head fell back, her eyes squeezed shut. 

"Fuck--" Y/n cried, broken moans and gasps leaving her lips. Her legs began to shake, her folds tightening around Valeria's fingers. She was so close.

But Valeria was not one to grant release so quickly. She wanted to push Y/n to the edge, to make her beg and plead for that sweet release that lingered just out of reach. Her fingers continued their relentless assault on Y/n's sensitive clit, alternating between gentle strokes and firm pressure.

"Not yet, mi amor," she whispered, her voice filled with satisfaction and dominance.

"Tell me how badly you want to come," she commanded, her voice dripping with authority. "Beg for it, preciosa. Tell me how much you need my touch."

"Please--" Y/n wailed, her body shuddering as her eyes filled with tears. "Please-- Valeria-- I'll do anything. I'll join the cartel or fuck ever just please---" Y/n pleaded as Valeria's lips twitched upwards. Y/n groaned as Valeria withdrew her fingers from within her. 

Valeria slowly moved onto her knees, looking up at Y/n with a sly smirk. Y/n's eyes went wide as Valeria's knife dragged across her thigh.

"I want you to spread your legs wider," Valeria commanded, her voice firm and authoritative. "I want you to show me just how much you crave my touch, how far you're willing to go for that release."

Valeria pressed the blade against Y/n's inner thigh, a gentle pressure sending a jolt of fear and desire coursing through her body. 

"Keep your eyes on me," Valeria whispered, her voice a seductive purr. "And show me just how obedient you can be, how well you can follow my commands."

Y/n swallowed thickly and spread her legs wider. Valeria's eyes drank in the sight, her hunger growing with each moment.

"Now, touch yourself," she commanded, her voice filled with dominance and desire. "Show me how badly you want that release."

Y/n obeyed, fingers trembling as they made contact with her sensitive clit, her touch light and teasing. She circled her fingers in slow, deliberate motions, her breath hitching with each stroke. The pleasure coursing through her veins was undeniable, but the presence of Valeria, watching her with lustful eyes, heightened the moment's intensity.

With a clang, the knife fell to the floor. Valeria's hands reached up, hooking on both Y/n's thighs to keep them apart. Valeria leaned forward and pressed the flat of her tongue onto Y/n's clit. Y/n's hips instantly bucked at the sensation, her fingers stopping momentarily. 

"Fuck--" She let out a shaky moan as Valeria tsked.

"Did I say stop?" She uttered darkly as Y/n shook her head, slowly moving her fingers again. 

Valeria smirked, bringing her tongue back to Y/n's folds. Y/n wailed in pleasure as Valeria's skilled tongue lapped at her core, teasing and tasting her with deliberate intent. Valeria's smirk grew more expansive, relishing in how Y/n's body responded to her touch and how her moans filled the air.

Valeria's tongue danced across Y/n's sensitive flesh, exploring every crevice and curve, leaving no inch untouched. She reveled in how Y/n's body writhed beneath her, and her hips arched for more pleasure.

Her tongue flicked against Y/n's clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to send sparks of pleasure shooting through her body. 

Y/n's legs trembled, tears of pleasure streaming down her face as babbles left her lips. Valeria delved deeper, her tongue flicking and swirling against Y/n's clit relentlessly. She could feel the tension building in Y/n's body, the waves of pleasure crashing over her like a tidal wave.

Y/n's cries of ecstasy filled the room as her orgasm washed over her, her body convulsing with each wave of pleasure. Valeria continued to lap at her folds, prolonging her pleasure until she was wholly spent. Y/n shrieked, her hands attempting to pull Valeria away, but a warning glare made her stop.

Y/n could only shake and sob as Valeria patted her tongue over her clit. The pleasure burned as her wails increased. 

As the aftershocks of pleasure subsided, Valeria slowly pulled away, a satisfied smile on her lips. 

But their session was far from over. With a glint of mischief in her eyes, Valeria whispered, "That was just the beginning, mi amor. There's so much more pleasure in store for you."

[mochasenby]

Seduction and Possession Pt 2 Everyone knows of Elliot; he's the kindest bachelor in Pelican town. He is the perfect gentleman. Or is he? He doesn't know how it happened, but as soon as his eyes set on the new farmer, everything went downhill. She was his inspiration, his muse, and they're trying to take her attention away from him. He won't let that happen. Tags: female MC, masturbation, praise kink, obsessive behavior, mentioned drugging, stalking, love poems, scent and panty kink, death threats, animal death (Shane’s chickens)

Part 2

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Since then; Elliot had changed. It was noticeable to the other townsfolk. He was always trailing after the farmer; always there for whatever assistance she needed. He refused to allow her to dirty her hands and took her offer of helping her out.

At one point he even tried to convince her to leave the farm work behind and stay with him. Yet she laughed at the suggestion. Her laugh sounded as if angels were singing in his ears.

Things started to take a darker turn whenever she was invoked with the others. It started with Sam and Sebastian. 

He watched in envy as Sebastian and Sam crowded her. They were chatting about their band and were offering her to be their drummer. Elliot glared at the young adults. He could see Sebastian's eyes drifting from her face to her chest as Sam’s hand lingered a bit too long on her shoulder. 

They want to bed her. A voice hissed in his head. He’s thinking about what her chest would feel like pressed against his. Elliot glared at Sebastian as he kept glancing at his darlings chest. He wants her. You can’t let that happen. 

“Pardon me,” The duo paused as Elliot forced himself between them and his darling. “I apologize for interfering, but we already have plans.” Elliot smiled through his anger as his hands slipped around her waist. 

“Really? That sucks, well maybe you can swing by my place after,” Sam winked.  He could never please a woman. Elliot insulted Sam in his head. As for Sebastian, he’s just a shut-in. He’ll never love her as I can.  

“We’ll see about that,” Elliot smiled as he pulled her away. “Wait!” Sam grabbed her arm as rage flashed in Elliot’s eyes before disappearing.

“The offer still stands, I think we could make sweet music together,” Sam grinned as her face flushed. Absolutely not. Elliot scoffed. Is that what he calls flirting? Pathetic. She doesn’t deserve that. She deserves more. 

Elliot leaned down to her ear as he whispered, “Your voice would sound beautiful if it were crying my name.” He softly spoke as she gasped, face flushing a darker red as she forgot Sam’s words.

The duo froze as they heard his words. Sam just smiled as Sebastian glared at the older male. 

“Now, shall we?” Elliot pulled her away as he repressed the urge to rip off Sam’s fingers for grabbing her arm. He knows it's not her fault that pigs hit on her. She’s too beautiful for her own good. Maybe I should hide her away so no one will see her. He wondered as she stopped walking. 

“Elliot?” She called out as he paused. “Yes, dear?” He replied softly as she blushed. She looks so divine with that blush across her face. He thought. She bit her lip as she sighed.

“Nevermind, let’s get to my farm,” She smiled as he tilted his head. “Is something bothering you, dear?” He asked softly as he cupped her face. 

She shook her head. “I’m just overwhelmed, but when I’m with you, I feel safe.” She muttered as his eyes widened.

His hands shook as he stared at her lips. Kiss her. The voices were screaming at him. He wanted to kiss her, desperately. 

But he is a gentleman. Instead, he embraced her. He shuddered as she wrapped her arms around him. “Thank you, Elliot,” She smiled as he hugged her tighter. “Of course darling, I’ll always protect you,” He joked back.

Even if it means I have to hurt others.  

As days went by, Elliot found himself following after the farmer even when she was unaware. He stalked her as she worked on the farm, as she fought slimes in the mines, and as she slept.

Elliot snuck his way into her home, her pet ignoring his presence as he’s already been around long enough. 

Elliot crept up on the farmer as she slept. He repressed the urge to kiss her lips as he snatched her clothes. Back in his cabin, Elliot panted and grunted as he fucked his pillow. Sweat dripped down his face as he pulled his hair back. He brought her clothes to his face as he inhaled her scent.

He moaned quietly as he fucked his hips deeper against his pillow. He imagined fucking her just like this, worshipping her body. “You’re so beautiful,” He whispered breathlessly as he moaned. “ Darling – fuck,” He hissed as the head of his cock dragged against his sheets. 

“I want to ravish you, I want to fuck you till that pretty voice of yours is crying my name,” He panted as his legs twitched. His chest heaved as he buried his face into her clothes.

He moaned as his cock jumped at the scent. “More,” He whispered as he started up again, fucking into his pillow as he writhed and begged for her.

My dearest,  

I don’t know how long I can restrain myself. It's a sin to lust after an angel such as yourself, but I cannot help it. I find myself craving more and more of you that my comfort isn’t enough. I need to touch you. I need to feel you. 

But you are so fragile that I’m afraid to hurt you. But soon, we won’t have to worry about that. Our bodies will become one as I consume all of you. 

- Elliot 

Elliot knew that his darling needed to get out and chat with friends. But what he hated was how whenever she was out, there was a demon attempting to charm her. Elliot tried to hide his glare as Alex began hitting on the farmer. 

How disgusting. Does he not know how to properly treat a lady? Elliot hissed in his head. “Come on, just come over and I’ll show you my gridball training,” Alex winked as she laughed nervously.

She’s uncomfortable. He needs to leave her alone. Elliot hissed as Abigail stepped in. “You're making her uncomfortable, fuck off Alex,” She hissed as Alex laughed. “I’m just playing around! No need to be so sensitive.” He snorted as Abigail started going off on the player. 

Elliot watched along the sidelines as he sipped his wine. With Abigail around, there was no need for him to step in. But rage was building up in his chest as he nearly broke the glass in his hand.

The final straw was when Alex made a comment about the farmer's outfit which made Elliot snap. Abigail scoffed as she stood in front of his darling. “You disgusting son of–”

“ Well, I do believe it’s time for us to leave,” Elliot cut in as he stepped between the two. “Abigail, thank you for your assistance but it's no longer needed,” He smiled as he glared at the athlete. 

 “Can I get your number?” Alex ignored him as Elliot’s eye twitched. He’s trying to seduce her. You can’t let that happen. The voice hissed again as Elliot grabbed her shoulder.

“Darling, please step outside with Abigail for a moment, I need to speak with Alex,” He smiled assuringly at her as she slipped out. Abigail glanced cautiously at the male before following. 

As soon as the door shut behind her, the kindness in Elliot’s eyes vanished. “I don’t know who you think you are, but you are revolting,” he hissed as Alex grinned.

“I get that alot, she’s just playing hard to–” Alex was cut off as Elliot snatched his wrist. 

“Unless you want to lose your fingers, you’ll refrain from touching my darling again,” Elliot snapped as Alex laughed nervously. 

“Come on, I was just playing around,” Alex defended as Elliot’s eye twitched. “ And I’m not, I’ll cut off each of your revolting fingers and then snap your legs as if they were nothing but twigs. You’ll stop your harassment, won’t you dear Alex?” Elliot threatened as Alex nodded nervously. 

“Y-Yeah, I got it,” He stuttered as he ran out. 

Disgusting. Elliot hissed to himself as he left the tavern. The nerve of that immature athlete, if his darling wasn’t around, he would’ve— 

“Elliot? Are you alright?” The quiet voice of his darling called out as he froze, The rage building up had flooded his body immediately. “Of course I am dear,” He smiled at her.

“Everything alright?” Abigail asked as she eyed Alex stumbling into his home. 

“Of course, we just had a nice chat,” Elliot smiled. Abigail was skeptical but ignored it. Ever since that day, Elliot’s gentleman persona turned darker. He watched as Shane blew the farmer off, anger coursed through his veins.

How dare he? Ignoring his darling? Elliot isn’t the type to get his hands dirty, but Shane won’t go unpunished. As Shane awoke the next morning, his chickens were gone. 

And Elliot was just getting started. He soon targeted Alex by manipulating him into completely avoiding his dear. It was ironic as he snapped at Shane for ignoring her, but Alex was a different story.

“ I wonder how you’re future will turn out when suddenly you break your legs,” Elliot muttered as he towered over Alex.

“I swear! I’ll leave her alone just leave me alone!” Alex cried. Harvey wasn’t any trouble, but he hated how he touched her during exams. He envied that Harvey saw her naked before he did. But he couldn’t harm Harvey, he’s the only doctor around. So he’ll be left alone. For now. 

The farmer used to be surrounded by townsfolk, but lately, no one showed up. Alex would turn the other way if they were crossing paths. Shane wasn’t found anywhere. Sam and Sebastian looked uncomfortable whenever she said hi.

Harvey suddenly no longer was available to help her when injured. The only one around was Elliot. He was always there, listening to her as she ranted. Just as he planned. He sat in her room as she served him dinner. 

“I just think it’s insane that they started ignoring me, did I do something wrong?” She wondered as he shook his head. “You’ve done nothing wrong, darling, I’m sure of it,” He assured her. “Your sweet Elliot, but I don’t know,” She sighed. 

“I’m going to change, I’ll be right back,” She smiled as she stepped away. As she left, Elliot sighed quietly. Her scent was everywhere. No matter how many times he’s been in here, he can’t help himself. As she came back, his eyes widened.

She was wearing the shirt he stole a few nights before. The shirt that he wrapped around his cock as he fucked it to the thought of her. I need to take that shirt again. 

His face flushed as she sat down. As the two ate, she began to notice his odd behavior. “Elliot? Are you alright?” She asked as he paused. “Darling, there’s something I wish to tell you,” He started as he grabbed her hand. 

“(Y/n),” He muttered as his grip tightened. “I just want to thank you, you’ve inspired me in numerous ways and I’m afraid that you’ve charmed this writer's heart,” Elliot whispered as she gasped. 

“Elliot. . ” She softly whispered as he sighed. “I don’t know what you did, but I’m utterly obsessed with you, not a day goes by without you dancing in my mind. I crave your touch and without you, I feel nothing,” He muttered lowly. She attempted to pull away but he refused to let her go.

“I saw the letters, Elliot,” She muttered as he stiffed. She saw them. He screamed in his mind as he panicked. 

She thinks you’re a freak, she’s going to try and run away. You can’t let her go, you can’t let her– 

His train of thought was interrupted as she cupped his face and brought her lips to his. Elliot’s eyes widened as he instantly responded.

He didn’t know what it was, but there was a sweet taste on her lips. And he craved it. Elliot shivered as she pulled back, smiling softly at him. She parted her lips to speak as she froze. 

Her vision blurred as she swayed in her seat. “Oh, was the dosage too strong? I suppose Harvey had difficulty preparing it,” Elliot muttered softly. 

“Elliot?” She softly whispered as he shushed her. “Don’t worry darling, I’m here for you,” He smiled as he stood next to her as she collapsed against him.

“I’m sorry darling, I wanted to avoid this method as I worried I may hurt you, but I had no other choice. I meant what I said as I’m utterly obsessed with you,” He cooed as he cupped her face. 

“You’re playing a dangerous game with me, darling. You’ve charmed me so,”

“ And I can’t let you go.”  

- Elliot

Possession: The act of belonging to another. 

[mochasenby]

Seduction and Possession

Everyone knows of Elliot, he's the kindest bachelor in pelican town. He is the perfect gentleman. Or is he?

He doesn't know how it happened, but as soon as his eyes set on the new farmer, everything went downhill. She was his inspiration, his muse, and they're trying to take her attention away from him. He won't let that happen.

Tags: female MC, masturbation, praise kink, obsessive behavior, mentioned drugging, stalking, love poems, scent and panty kink, death threats, animal death (Shane’s chickens)

Part One

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Seduction:

1: The act of seducing especially: the enticement of a person to sexual intercourse. 2: something that draws temptation. 3: something that attracts or charms.

“This isn’t working,” Elliot sighed as he crumpled up his draft. His head hung low as his hair cascaded down his face. “Still struggling?” Leah propped up next to him as he nodded.

“I just can’t find any inspiration for my work, and the deadline is coming up,” He groaned as she patted his back. 

“How about you take a break? Mayor Lewis is meeting with the new farmer now, go and introduce yourself,” She smiled as Elliot nodded.

Bidding his goodbyes to Leah and Gus, Elliot stepped out of the tavern and into the crisp fall air. Goosebumps trailed down his arms as he approached the old farm. 

I need to find something soon, my publisher is awaiting my book. He thought as he spotted two figures ahead of him. It’s easy to recognize Mayor Lewis with his stubby figure, but the person beside him he couldn’t recognize. 

The new farmer? He wondered. He wasn’t up to chatting at the moment, but it would be rude to deny conversation. Elliot cleared his throat to speak, but the words died in his mouth as she turned around. The only words Elliot could use to describe her were angelic and exquisite. 

She’s beautiful. Elliot thought as he felt his heart clench. He started to feel anxiety creeping up in his mind. The same kind of anxiety he’d get before a book signing.

“Oh! Elliot! Come meet (Y/n)!” Mayor Lewis called out as she stared at him. Y/n. The name was fitting for such beauty. He thought as he introduced himself.

“Hello, Elliot,” She smiled. Just hearing her speak sent shivers down his spine. The way his name rolled off her tongue made him feel euphoric. He needed to hear it again. 

Before he could say anything else, Mayor Lewis cut in and rushed the farmer to say goodnight. Elliot nearly cursed the mayor in his head as she turned to him.

“Goodnight Mayor Lewis, Elliot,” She spoke again as he trembled again. His body moved on its own as Elliot lifted up her hand to his lips.

“Goodnight dear,” He muttered as he kissed her hand. The calluses on her hand were ignored as he breathed in her scent. 

Her scent flooded his head as he repressed another shiver. Her face flushed a shade of red as Mayor Lewis laughed. Elliot ignored everything the Mayor said as he captured the look on her face in his memory.

On his way home, Elliot kept reimagining the look on her face. As he reached his cabin, a rush of ecstasy flooded through him. 

His eyes widened as he ran toward his desk and yanked out his pen. His hand danced across his notebook as he wrote. Words poured from his fingertips when he froze. 

What is this? He thought as he stared at his notebook. Where did the inspiration come from? He thought in wonder when her face flashed in his head.

Baddump. Baddump. Baddump. Oh, it was her. Elliot’s face turned a soft red as he pictured the farmer. It’s just a crush. He thought. Just a crush. 

Elliot wasn’t aware of how wrong he was, and that this “crush” would soon turn into an obsession. 

My dearest,

Ever since the first day we met, I was captivated by your beauty. You look as if an angel has come to bless my eyes. You are as if the goddess aphrodite was reborn again. Your voice echoes in my head as I crave to hear you speak my name. This love I feel for you is dangerous, as I fear I, a mere human, have fallen for such a goddess. I wait for the day we meet again,

- Elliot

The next morning, Elliot found himself at the old farm. He wanted to write more but he just couldn’t. He wondered if it was really her who made his mind flood with such a rush.

As he approached, he spotted the farmer hoeing her fields. His breath hitched as he stared at her with admiration. Even though she was covered in dirt and grime, she was still beautiful. 

Her eyes met with his as she waved. “Good morning Elliot,” She smiled as his heart pumped faster.

“Do you mind helping me a bit? If you don’t mind,” He accepted her offer as she smiled. Elliot tied his hair back as he got to work. Hours went by as he collapsed on her porch.

“I’m exhausted, how do you do this?” He asked tiredly as she laughed. “It was brutal at first but you get the hang of it,” She grinned as his heart pounded.

“I wish I could have what you have, I love my job as a writer however lately I just can’t put pen to paper,” He sighed as she hummed.

“ Well, if it doesn’t work out, I can always use an extra hand around here,” She smiled as his breath hitched. She looked beautiful like this, her hair clinging to the sweat on her face as her face was flushed red from the heat.

Elliot coughed quietly as he tore his gaze away. “It’s getting late, I should be going,” He muttered as he stood up. 

“Thank you for helping me today, Elliot,” He jumped as she grasped his hand and shook it. “I’d really appreciate it if you came back to help me another day,” She smiled as his heart warmed.

“Of course, my dear,” He kissed her hand as he bid her goodbye. 

As Elliot left, he prayed that she didn’t see the growing bulge in his pants. I can always use an extra hand around here. Her words echoed in his head as his heart pounded. She was inviting him over. She wanted him there. She craved him as much as he craved her. 

Elliot stumbled into his cabin as he hastily slipped off his pants. Shit. He softly cursed as he slowly pumped his cock. Elliot didn’t understand what was happening to him.

He felt like a teenager again, getting hard from just touching her hand. He moaned quietly as he thought back to the farmer.

This was her doing. An angel in the form of a human. She plagued his thoughts as he fisted his cock. He tried so hard to stop thinking of her, cursing himself for thinking of his newly friend as he masturbated.

But he just couldn’t stop. The more his mind began to think, the more it went deeper and deeper into lust. 

How would she be if she was in my bed? He thought as he grunted. He'd be such a gentle lover. He wouldn’t be rough as she was delicate in his eyes.

He'd treat her like royalty like she was his queen and he was a mere servant. He'd be on his knees servicing her as her hands would tug at his hair while he consumed her. 

 Elliot moaned at the thought as his legs began to twitch. This is wrong. A voice muttered in his head. But it was drowned out by lust. He'd push his own wants aside to please her.  He'd have her ride him, his arms wrapped around her waist as he fucked into her. The thought made him shiver as his chest heaved. 

Praise slips so easily from his mouth as he leaves love bites all over her body. Just imagine how her voice would crack as he would force orgasm after orgasm out of her.

He imagined her crying out his name as he came with a loud grunt. His hips stuttered off his bed as he panted. 

In his afterglow, a rush of inspiration flooded his mind as his eyes widened. He quickly sat up as he snatched his notebook. His hand moved around the pages as if it was possessed. 

My dearest, 

I lust after you. Every time we meet, I feel as if you are taunting me with those enchanting eyes of yours. Do you show those eyes to anyone else? I won’t allow it. I cannot allow it. No one else should see the goddess you are.

Even if it means I have to pluck out their eyes, I’ll do it. Because only I can see you. Only I should touch you. Only I should please you. I anticipate the day you allow me to taste you fully. I’m sure you’ll taste as divine as I imagined. I can only wait,

- Elliot

[mochasenby]

Fallen For You

Summary: It's Simeon's first heat and he just wants to please MC. Additional Tags: Slight femdom, praise, corruption, overstim (If you squint), cunnilingus, blow job, Simeon <3, light masochism, hair pulling, In heat

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"MC? What's wrong with me?"

Simeon panted as he leaned toward her touch. His body felt unbearably hot as sweat began to cling to his clothes. "Nothing is wrong Simeon, this is natural," She cooed in his ear as he trembled. "But-- It's so hot," He moaned as her hand trailed up his chest.

It had only been a few hours since Simeon fell. After a meeting with Lucifer, he instructed MC to watch over his new brother and ensure that he was adapting to the new environment. 

Well, he's adapting alright. Perhaps too fast. MC didn't expect Simeon to fall into heat so fast. But every demon was different. The ex-angel gripped her tightly as he refused to leave her side. She was the key reason he fell in the first place. But he held no resentment toward her for it.

He'd do it again if given the chance. He groaned in pain as he softly rutted against her leg. She sighed as she contemplated what to do. His heat was reaching its high fast and she was running out of time.

"Simeon love, do you want me to help with this?" She asked softly as he didn't reply. He continued rutting as his nails began to dig into her skin. "Simeon, I need an answer," She spoke sternly, peeling his grip off of her.

He let out a low whine at the lack of contact as tears began to prick in his eyes. "Do you want my help or not? If you don't answer, I'll walk out of here and let you go at my pillow," He shook his head as he grabbed her arm.

"No! Please don't leave me," He begged as she could see his bulge throb against her leg. "Is that a yes then?" She asked as he nodded desperately. Her eyes glazed as she pushed Simeon onto his back. He gasped as she straddled his legs, her hands trailing up to play with his developing horns. Simeon moaned in bliss as his hips bucked against hers.

"Do you want to take control love?" She asked softly as he panted.

"I don't-- I don't know how," He cried. 

"Shh, it's okay," She whispered as she pressed her lips against his. Simeon moaned at the kiss as her hand trailed down his chest toward his pants. Her hand slipped under the elastic of his underwear. He whined softly as she pulled out his cock, precum leaking from the tip as he covered his face in shame. 

"Are you embarrassed, Simeon?" She asked softly as he didn't reply, yet the way his cock twitched told her everything. He whimpered in humiliation as he tried to hide his hard-on.

"Ah ah," She hummed as she swatted his hands away. "I'll be taking care of everything," She whispered. Simeon thrashed against the bed as she pumped his cock slowly. Her fingers teased his slit as he sobbed.

"MC, faster, please," He begged as she increased her pace. He gasped as her thumb pressed over the slit of his cock as he tossed his head back. 

"MC!" Simeon cried out as he gripped the sheets underneath him. His knuckles turned white as his brain went numb in pleasure. "Fuck, fuck. ." He moaned lowly as his thighs quivered. "You can cum, Simeon, don't hold back," She cooed as he let out a low grunt before cum spurted onto her hand. He sobbed in pleasure as she slowly jerked him.

"You're doing so well love," She smiled as she lowered her head. "MC? W-What are you--" Simeon cut himself with a moan as he sobbed. 

A high-pitched whine left Simeon's lips as her lips wrapped around the head of his cock. He tensed and let out a string of moans. The warmth of her tongue made him fight the urge to buck his hips into her mouth. "MC, it's good, ah!" Her hands reached up and began to play with his nipples as he tossed his head back and sobbed louder.

"MC!" He nearly screamed, his voice going raw as she hollowed her cheeks. He let out another guttural groan as he released into her mouth. Simeon was a sight to see, his teal eyes teary as his sweat dripped down his chest. Cum was splattered all over his abdomen as his thighs were shaking. He stared off into space as he looked in a daze. 

MC smiled as she pulled back and began to peel off her shirt; revealing her covered breasts. Simeon immediately snapped out of his daze as he gawked at the sight before tearing his gaze away. "Simeon, you can look, love," She laughed. Despite the demon blood running through his veins, he still tried to be modest. He let out a low whine before turning back to stare.

His breath hitched, watching with fascination and desire as she unclasped her bra and tossed it to the side. MC observed smugly at how immediately Simeon reacted to the sight of her chest, his cock jumping up slightly as she chuckled.

"Sit up," She instructed as he nodded, quickly sitting up as his back hit the headboard. His breath hitched as she climbed onto his lap, straddling him as his cock brushed against her panties. 

"You can take the lead now love," She whispered in his ear as he shivered. He bit back a shallow moan as she lifted her skirt, revealing her soaked panties. Simeon swallowed hard, hunger becoming evident in his eyes as she looked down at him.

"I want to help you too," He whispered as she raised a brow. "You don't have to ask love," She smiled as he moved.

“ Ngh ,” Simeon's eyes darkened at the sight of her arousal, his tongue quickly sliding over his lips. He bit his lip hard to control himself as he quickly got down on his knees. He grunted as his cock rubbed against the sheets as he reached out to spread her folds. His hands gripped her thighs tightly as he gave an experimental lick to her clit. 

“ Hah.. ”

It was a quiet sigh, but his ears perked up at the sound. Relishing in the sound, he gave another slow tease of his tongue. Another sigh came from her lips, sounding just like an angel’s breath. His hands gripped his thighs tighter as her slick cunt grew wetter. His tongue licked at her folds teasingly before pushing inside her. 

“ Aa-hn.. ”

Another quiet moan fled her lips as her fingers lazily worked themselves into his hair. Her nails gently stroked his scalp as a purr left his throat, his body instantly shuddering at her gentle touch. But soon that pleasure turned to greater pain as she grabbed a fist full of his hair, tugging his head back, plucking a few of his hairs in the process.

A moan left his mouth as he halted his movements. She gasped at his moan as his face flushed red. "My, how sinful you've become Simeon," She taunted. 

“How cruel of you MC," He whispered as he quickly resumed his actions, his tongue pushing against her clit as she groaned. “Shit.” She hissed as he shivered, his cock jumping again at her moans as he began to grind against the bed.

Her eyes glimmered with haze as her thighs clenched his face, causing him to let out a surprised moan. A grin formed on her face as she did it again. He let out a guttural groan as his tongue pumped faster inside her. Precum began to drip from his cock as she continued to tug his hair, desire fogging his mind as his nails began to dig into her skin. 

Simeon sucked on the bundle of nerves as her thighs twitched. She let out a throaty moan as her thighs enclosed around his head. Her chest began to rise up and down as sweat began to roll down her back. “Fucking- holy shit,” Her gasps grew louder as Simeon's muscles twitched, his lips sucking on her clit as her grip on his hair tightened. 

“ Fuck.. ” 

Her hips began to squirm, bucking slightly toward his lips as she groaned, a familiar clench in the pit of her stomach forming as she ground harder against his face. 

“ Hah… ah... Simeon! ” She tried to push his head back, but he refused. He latched onto her, pushing her closer as she came with a shout of his name. Simeon slowly removed his tongue from her insides as she throbbed. Simeon sat between her legs, dazed, her slick covering his face as he licked his lips, eager to taste more of her.

"You are insane Simeon," She panted breathlessly as he quickly got up and kissed her. She moaned into the kiss as she aligned herself with his cock. He tensed as the head of his cock brushed against her folds. His grip on the sheets tightened once more as his cock barely slipped inside. Simeon let out another low groan as he resisted the urge to grab her hips and slam her all the way down. 

"Simeon, go for it," She cooed again as he whined. He slowly pushed the head of his cock inside her slowly before quickly pulling out, causing him to grunt and tremble with self-control. She moaned softly as his grip on her hips was near bruising. He whined, slightly rolling his hips as his cock barely rubbed the inside of her cunt.

"MC," he whined thoughtlessly as she began to kiss his neck. 

"I can't-- I don't want to hurt you," He whispered as she kissed his cheek. "You won't love, here, I'll help," 

He was about to ask what she meant when he tensed, tossing his head back in pleasure as he twitched. Slowly, she had lowered down onto his aching cock, causing him to let out a string of muffled cries and curses. The way her walls tightened around him, the warmth and velvetiness made him want to cum right away. He panted heavily, moaning as she sighed pleasantly. The feeling of being filled aroused her as she effortlessly bucked her hips. 

Simeon gasped and moaned at the feeling as he felt his resolve slipping away. Soon, this pace wasn't enough for him as he quickly flipped their positions. She was surprised at his newfound strength and boldness as she looked up at him perplexed.

He sat between her legs, pulling one to the side of his waist, her other leg propped onto his shoulder. She shivered as he kissed her ankle, where their pact mark was located. Simeon's eyes glowed as he stared at her with desire.

"I'm sorry MC, I can't--" She gasped as he rammed inside her. She gasped, tossing her head back as he began to fuck her. Her moans mingled with his as he panted. "Hah, ah!" She groaned as Simeon quivered in her hold.

Even as Simeon fucked her, he still felt himself tremble from her previous dominance. His thrusts were unlike his usual, soft personality. They were rough and fast-paced as he gripped her hips with desperation.

"Mine, my MC," He growled lowly as his hips angled and pushed deeper inside with each thrust. She began to sob as Simeon pulled her closer and started to push her into a mating press. Black feathers began to fall from his back as his eyes began to shimmer gold. Simeon's eyes locked onto the sweat dripping down her neck as he leaned down and began to leave behind dark hickeys.

"MC, you're so pretty, so pretty," He slurred as he erased every trace of their scent. She moaned before pulling him into a kiss. Their lips glided against each other as he pushed his tongue deep into her mouth.

He moaned at the feeling of her tongue playing with his as she tugged at his dark locks. He hissed at the tug as his cock twitched at the feeling. A white ring began to form around the base of his cock as she began to feel his pace begin to falter. 

His arms tensed as his moans turned breathless and whiney. "MC! I can't-- It's too much," He begged again as she laughed through her moan. "Do you need help cumming?" She teased. It was short-lived as he gave a forceful thrust into her as she gasped. She yanked his sweat-dripped hair as she pressed her lips to his ear. 

"Simeon, cum. Now," She hissed, her mark glowing as his body jolted as he let out a high-pitched moan. He grunted, his eyes rolling back as his entire body convulsed, his fingers digging deep into her hips as her thighs shook. She let out a quiet squeak as her mind hazed with fleeting pleasure.

He cried out her name before his body collapsed onto her. His body buzzed with pleasure as he panted. His wings had already sprouted from his back as he rubbed his horns against her neck.

"How have you come five times and still hard?" She joked as he whined in her neck. "You did so well, love," She praised as she rubbed his back. She gasped as more cum spilled into her. She clenched around his cock as he whined again in embarrassment. 

"I guess that makes six." She taunted as he hugged her waist. 

[mochasenby]

2p Appearance Headcanons (pt. 2)

(Part one’s link will be added when linked posts stop getting omitted from searches, which pertains to their hair and eye colours. This one is a bit more specific - some might go against the consensus of the tribe, but these are just how I personally picture them.)

Allen has Native American heritage, so he has darker skin and resembling facial features. He exercises frequently, since he’s very health-conscious, so he’s pretty muscular and has a defined triangular physique. His hairstyle is slightly longer than an undercut, and he wears it ungelled and messy. One of his lateral incisors is chipped from his teen years.

Oliver is fairly pale and covered in freckles. He has a bit of chub on him, which he feels self-conscious of. He keeps his hair short, and he puts small curlers in overnight, giving it a wavy appearance. His eyes are a bit doe-like, he wears prescription specs, and unlike his 1p, he grooms his eyebrows; they’re still thick, but decently shaped.

Xiao has moderately tanned skin and a sharp jawline. He’s on the slimmer side, but he works out - he eats a fair bit of take out food, and doesn’t want it to take a toll on his body - so he is leanly muscular. There are a few small scars on his arms from old fights. His hair is long, smooth and falls to his pectorals.

Jean-Louis’ skin is on the fairer side, purely because he rarely goes out during the day if he can avoid it. His weight is pretty average for his height; his body isn’t too muscled from his lack of activity, but you can see some muscle peeking out from under his skin (he does get some exercise from…after-dark activities). He has stubble, and his hair is shoulder-length and naturally straight.

Ion is the tallest of the bunch, and has quite a stocky build (ergo, people find him intimidating) without being muscular. Fittingly, he has large hands and feet. His skin is pale, and he has a relatively prominent nose. His red hair is kept short and smartly styled, and his eyebrows are on the thicker side.

Matt is the most muscular of the group; he’s tall, buff and broad-shouldered, but his stomach has a bit of extra weight which is perfect for hugs. Big hands and feet come with this. He has a slight tan from spending so much time outdoors. His hair is shoulder-length and a bit wavy, and his facial hair leans more towards the beard side of things than stubble.

Luciano has a golden tan and strikingly handsome facial features. He has kind-looking eyes, aiding his charisma, which can sometimes be deceitful. He exercises for the sake of his appearance rather than health, so he is lean with a bit of muscle. His haircut is medium-length for men, which he slightly gels.

Lutz has faintly tanned skin, but it’s still on the fairer side. He is very muscular; he works out a lot, for both appearance and to push his strength. A tiny part of one of his canines is chipped. His haircut is a standard, trendy undercut, which he gels - although, it is a bit tousled. Sometimes he can be seen with faint stubble (he forgets to shave a lot).

Kuro is one of the palest amongst the group, with elegant facial features. In an effort to be stronger and to compensate for his height he trains frequently, so he has some muscle on him, but he is naturally slim. His hair is styled in a messy-ish medium cut that falls to his brow (not quite a bowl cut, thankfully).

Flavio isn’t the skinniest of the bunch, but he’s a close second, and his elbows and clavicle jut out a bit. Much like his brother, he has a perfect bronze tan and a pretty face. His hairstyle is similar to Luciano’s, though a bit shorter, and he uses hairspray rather than gel to set it. He has a small scar on his upper lip from when he was a kid.

Gilen is the slimmest and boniest of the group - he seldom has an appetite - and he’s extremely pale due to his albinism. He has very delicate facial features that bring out the frailty of his appearance. His hair is very fine and reaches just past his shoulders. Several scars litter his face, back and arms from a number of causes.

Roland has fair skin. For appearance’s sake, and no doubt to uphold the powerful knightly image he holds dear to himself, he works out a fair bit; consequently, he has a well-defined and muscular physique. He styles his hair in a messy long undercut, and has a bit of stubble, which he grooms. Like Oliver, he wears prescription glasses.