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— 15. [FANTOMĂ] GHOST / SIMON RILEY  X FEM! AFAB READER

WARNING : MANHANDLING, DEGRADATION, PRAISE, FEAR PLAY, DOUBLE PENETRATION, KNIFE PLAY, BONDAGE, SPIT PLAY, MASK KINK, IMPACT PLAY, OVERSTIMULATION, BLOOD, PRIMAL PLAY, SIZE KINK, DARK CONTENT! NSFW, (DNI IF YOU AREN’T 18+)

A/N : The story will be substantially altered, and certain portions may not be linked to the original lore of COD. I do not play the game, nor am I educated in the military field; this is simply self indulgent. ALL OF THIS ARE A WORK OF FICTION AND IS LABELED AS DARK CONTENT, PROCEED WITH CAUTION.

And a big thank you for 342 followers.💐

— Ghosts are a tale, a haunting narrative; some may find them symbolic, but they are essentially a mental construct; some may believe in them, while others do not. They are terrifying, instilling fear in the hearts of those who cross them.

Your trembling fingers grasp the firm soil beneath you, gripping it with might. The thumping of your heart synchronizes with the heaves of your chest, under your nails are caked with dirt, twigs and dead leaves entangling with your hair. You’ve been running for what felt like hours now, you’ve fallen and got back on the soles of your bare feet more times than you can count, your frail fingers grazing the tender bruises trailing down your thighs as you  try to ignore the constant throbbing in your skull.

A twig snapping causes your head to snap up, wintry wands, waved by nature's hand, take on a bold black silhouette in silvery air; a sob caught in your throat. You get up by the palms of your hands, sliding your back up against the tree as you run, tears blurring your vision by the sheer fear that has its grip in your heart. Multiple debris has dug into your foot but you paid no attention. Through the dance of fog, the  twirl of mist, a small, cozy cabin sits atop of firm land, big enough to play cat and mouse with whoever is running after you. You immediately seek shelter, your frail body slamming the aging, oak door. You slam it shut, pushing an old book case to block the door with whatever strength you had left.

You grab ahold of the ends of your dress, wet from the rain and caked with mud, wringing it with your hands. You start to look around, a measly wooden chair and table sits on the corner, spotlighted by the moonlight, book shelves after book shelves that are littered with rubbish. Your feet thud against the wooden floor as you near the lone desk. A wall of newspapers, pages torn from magazines and books are slacked onto the peeling walls. You grab one that piqued your interest, ripping it off the wall and reading it with trembling fingers.

As you take in the information, a prickling sensation by your nape alerts your senses, tears brimming your eyes as your gut drops. The paper crinkled in your hand as you fell to your knees. “No, no, no!” 

“Found you.” Strong arms held you by your armpits, lifting you into the air. A scream tore from your throat, pain spiraling up to your spine by being slammed onto a shelf. “Fuck! What do you want from me, please let me go!-” You were interrupted by a pointer finger touching your cold lips, “Shh” he said. You finally had the courage to open your eyes, widening as you were faced with a man bigger than you, his face concealed in a skull mask, eyes blown with primality. Your mind, hazed from previous events, is confused by the calmness emanating from him, but the danger was overpowering.

Your whimpers subside as tears lick the flesh of your cheeks. He brings you into the bathroom, tying your arms to the shower head with a crimson rope he picked up on the way.

He steps back and admires his work as your chest heaves from the intakes of air, nervousness and fear wrapping it hands and gripping your throat, along with your heart.

"What did I say, hm?" He inquires gently, his deep voice rumbling deep within his chest. He's so large that you had to bend your head back to face him. As a display of defiance, you shake your head and purse your lips.

“I asked you a question, love.” He repeats, “To- To stop roaming these forests.” you respond, voice steadying. “Right, and you didn’t listen.” you can’t help but feel ashamed for defying him at his disappointed tone. “You said I can’t be here because there are dangerous people around, but you’re lying, I haven’t seen anyone around, except you.” 

“Exactly.” His tone is gruff as he tears your dress off down the middle, ridding you of clothes except your underwear. You gasp and cross your leg, tugging your arms down in an attempt to cover yourself.

“You look so beautiful like this, all filthy and afraid.” As his fingers caress the apple of your cheeks. You flinch from his touch, turning your face to the side. “You scared of me love?” he says, almost humorously. “Isn’t that the reason you come here, everynight? To come see me? Because you know you’ll only get that fear you crave from me.” 

“Does it make you wet, knowing that people fear me? Knowing that you’re the only one who has gotten close enough?” He chastises, “Your curiosity will get you in danger, my love.” Your stomach caves, thighs pressing together as you try to resist the nature of your very being. You tried, tried to resist the chase, the thrill, the fear that this man has brought to you, but it had gotten so addicting, so inhabitable to the point you live and breath for it.

You tell yourself that it’s wrong, so wrong to be living like this, living with threats behind, chasing after you but you couldn’t resist the temptation, couldn’t stay away from him, so raw and untouched. 

His face had gotten closer, you could feel his hot breath on your cheek through his balaclava, your lips part open as you welcome all the ugly parts of him, all the sick and twisted elements that you’re willing to take from him, and he knows that with how you bare yourself to him, like an offering to a god. “Please.” One word was enough for him to kiss your lips through his mask, your hips immediately rutting against his thigh. “I’m going to fuck you til’ sunrise.”

His big hands grip the plush of your hips, helping you to tilt your hips back and forth in his thick thighs until he sees you forming a wet spot on his combat pants. “Look at that, grinding on my thigh like a little slut. My little slut.” He moves high thigh away, and you give him a desperate whine in return. 

A sharp, glinting metal trails from your sternum, to your hips, a sharp cry escaping from your lips as it digs through skin, just light enough to leave a scar. The knife moves to the side of your hips, tearing through the thin fabric of your underwear, baring your swollen cunt to him. 

He circles your clit with the rubber handle of his knife, spelling his name, you couldn't decipher it with your hazy mind, pleasure rolling off in waves. He trails it back up your torso, your slick sticking to your skin. “Spit on it.” He instructs and you do, sticking out your tongue and letting your saliva drip into the handle while maintaining eye contact. Your arousal and your saliva mix together as he inserts the handle into your cunt, your legs automatically widening to welcome his assault. “Feel so good” you moan through heaving breaths, he smiles under his skull mask, kneeling down on his knees as he lifts half of his mask, exposing his red lips, parted open and wet with his saliva as he sucks your clit into his hot mouth. You throw your head back, hips gyrating on his face as the knife pumps in and out of you, his hands that grips the sharp end of the knife, digging into it, his crimson blood trailing down his forearm dripping down his elbow onto the bathroom floor. Your eyebrows knit and your eyes close in pleasure, your hips shaking from the stimulation. He spits into your clit as he rubs it with his other hand, his eye trained on your face, there’s nothing he loves more than seeing your face contort with pleasure.

“Look down so you can see how I’m on my knees for you, bleeding and desperate to taste you, look and cum for me.” He stated firmly, you trail your eyes down and meet him and it was a sight you’ll never forget, pleasure climbs up your spine, coursing through your veins, consuming you whole.

“That’s it, scream for me, sounds so beautiful.” You come down from your high, head lolling to the side. He nips and sucks you clean until he’s satisfied, “That’s my good pussy, yes it is.” He coos. . 

He stands back up, throwing his knife to the side as he turns you around, the rope twisting harder into your wrist as you wail in pain. His combat boots kick your left feet to the side, widening your legs for him. He grabs ahold of your waist, his other hand pressing down your lower back, arching you beautifully.

He presses his hips into your bare ass, humping and thrusting as he releases groans beside your ear, you bite your lips as you thrust back, his movements getting harsher and harsher until you hear him zip his pants down, hurriedly taking his cock out.

You look back at him, stroking his cock, standing tall with his tip swollen and dripping with pre cum, veins bulging as he grabs himself at the base, his hips rutting into his palm. “Please- want it so bad.” You plead, throwing your ass back onto his hips as he catches it with his palm, steadying you as he guides the head in. “Fuck-”

“Does that feel good?” He asks as he pulls out, and thrust back in. “Oh I bet it does.” He pants as he thrusts his hips, making you take the entirety of his length. A beaded chain, wraps around your thighs, his hand curling against it as you feel it embed into your skin, the chain dangles as he fucks into you, his dog tag.

“Fuck, it’s too much, can’t anymore-” as your hands push his pelvic back.  

Smack!

“You’ll take it because I said so.” He said, thrusting harder, tilting his hips as he repeatedly hits your g-spot. “This is for doing a good job.” He whispers, wet lips ghosting the shell of your ear. You feel him spit into his hands, his thumb circling your puckered hole as he inserts it inch by inch, “And this is for being a good girl.”

“Gonna cum, gonna cum-” You warn as your head falls back onto his shoulder, he lifts both your legs up, lifting you as he continues to chase his high, his cock bulging out your stomach.

“So good love, so good, fuck, cum with me- now.” His ragged moan beside your ear pushed you to the edge, pussy clenching on his girthy length. His hot cum fills your pussy, your eyes rolling back, saliva dripping into the side of your mouth from the immense pleasure.

You feel your arms loosen, as he unties the rope that binds your hand. 

“Care for a bath?” He whispers, rubbing his warm hands on your lower back as he carries you bridal style.

“What’s your name, Ghost? Will you tell me?” You ask, doe eyes pleading.

Your eyes snaps open, jaw trembling from the cry forming inside your throat. You feel your hips itch as you scratch, your scar making an appearance.

S.R

Etched into the skin of your hips, your hair sticking to your neck from the sweat. You dreamt of him again.

But that’s all he ever was, a figment of your imagination, haunting your dreams, instilling fear into your heart.

A ghost, Fantomă.

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—14. [ANCORA] BEIDOU AU X FEM! AFAB READER

WARNINGS : STRANGERS TO LOVERS(?), PENETRATION, ORAL, SPIT PLAY, ANAL, SPANKING, DEGRADING PET NAMES, MENTIONS OF BLOOD, BITING, FACE SITTING, NSFW (DNI IF YOU AREN’T 18+) 

Yall mb I was hibernating, thank you for 282 followers, this is crazy, you lot don't even fit in my house.

— It was never intended to be like this, fleeing away at eventide to escape the shackles of unjust governance that your little town was enacting. A wolf howls in a distance, filling the air with its mighty hymn. Your boots crunch beneath your feet as it touches gravel, legs straining trying to get to the final train departing. Your thighs itch from running and running, your breath catching and your chest heaving, and your lips have lost all color from the sinking feeling in your gut. "Just a little more," you mutter, below a whisper.

As the soles of your feet touch the entryway of the last train, your shoulders loosen as you release all your worries, releasing it one with the wind. You dash to your roomette, sliding the rusty door open with a little bit more force than usual, you settle in the dusty bed that was made comfortable with burlap, pillows rigid with a few stains and stray hairs from previous occupants, but you have no say, there are no complaints for people with little opportunity like you.

You think back to your frail little sister, her lithe hands, more bones than flesh, gripping your hands like you were her lifeline, before you left, you had written her a letter, explaining how this was needed, that you had to leave her with a relative to fend for the both of you, how you had found a better job, paper stapled into a tree bark that had said the castle was hiring a new maid and you had to take it, being there was a newly implemented law in your town that said no woman should work and must take a husband to serve them, terminating you from your logging job. You had no choice but to take up the offer, immediately sending a letter to the castle and receiving a positive response.

You rid your mantle and pelice, leaving you in your chemise and stockings, sitting down on the rigid bed, leaving a soft thud in its wake. It was deadly silent, the shrill of the night swallowing every sound until there was a soft tapping by your door, careful and calculated knocking so only you can hear. Your eyes widen, have they caught up to you? No, it can’t be, you were sure that nobody had seen you, with unsteady hands, you grab a dagger stashed on the garter of your stockings, gripping it with might, lips in a thin line as sweat drips down the valley between your breasts, dagger held up at your chest, as the knocking continues you stand behind your door, willing yourself to not open it but as frail as the door is, anyone could come barging in. You stand your ground until a soft whisper, chaffed and ragged, womanly but commanding, speaks into the dead of the night. “Please, I’m in need of help.” Each syllable sounding more forced than the other. A gulp followed the silence, your fingers gripping the ledge, sliding the door open as force came toppling down your body.

“Hmph-” You attempt, bloody fingers engaging your lips, painting them with malice, your hand with the dagger wrapped in her hand, skilfully hindering the threat. “Shh,” She muttered, with her pointer finger kissing her full lips, “I’m not going to hurt you.” She adds, “I require help, do you have a medical background?” You shake your head as you attempt to speak but her hand stays, she realizes, and releases your mouth. “I- I don’t, but my sister- my sister has a sickness that requires me to fix her most of the time-”

“Okay.” She interrupts, nodding her head, “Okay- fix me up then.” She commands an invisible threat hanging in the air, leaving no room for argument. You scurry for your chanerie, taking out a kit you had prepared beforehand, just in case something had happened to you. She moves swiftly, taking her coat off, her body guarded by armor, solid but subtle that you weren’t able to tell she had it in the first place. It had a gash running sideways, penetrating the metal. Her arms are firm, lean, and scarred, your mind clouding with lust, your gulp didn’t go unnoticed. She removed her armor next, leaving her in a blood-stained, shredded tunic. You take out a needle and thread with unsteady hands, grabbing a flask that somebody had left on the bedside, you open it and smell that it was liquor, “This might hurt, tell me when it does and I’ll stop, okay?” You warned, she stared at your face, a puzzling look on her face, her brows furrowed, “I’m okay, m’ tougher than I look, sweetheart.” She says, the corner of her lip tugging up slightly. You broke off your stare as you focused on the task at hand, her gash, her gash was macabre, gnarly. Located on the side of her hip, It looked like someone had taken a blunt sword and slashed her with force. It was angry and full of intent that you had started fearing for your safety. Somebody was out for her blood and you were here mending her.

You pour the liquor on her gash, getting no reaction from her other than a movement in her eye, which you now noticed had an eye patch on the other. You pour the rest of the liqour in your hands, sanitizing both the needle and the thread. You push her shoulders, silently asking her to lean on her side, she catches on and lays on her side, her head by the door, it was an uncomfortable position but her exhaustion had caused her to fall to the floor. You start stitching, spaced a quarter-inch from each other and from the skin edges, singing a song in your mind, a song you sing to your sister while you stitch her up, it helps you bypass the nausea from blood and flesh. 

As you finish up, wrapping a gauze around her waist, reaching around her multiple times has created a tension in the air, her breathing now ragged and your thighs now clenched, she stares at it with a sneer, her lips pursing and her blink staggering. 

You finish up, sitting back on your feet, wide eyes staring at the godly woman in front of you, brown hair falling harshly around her like the opposite of a halo. You're heaving, biting your lip to release some of the pressure building up in your body as she sits up.

You back up, scooting by your shin, the wooden floors burning your skin, to prevent yourself from doing anything that you’d regret by dawn. Her gaze turned predatory, a smirk full of mischief painting her full lips. In her tunic, her pants low at her waist, she gets on her hands and knees, and starts crawling painfully slowly towards you, like a predator catching its prey. 

You’re forced to lean on your back as she towers over you, her gaze pinning you down. You look oh so beautifully laid out for her, your chemise falling sideways on your shoulders as she leans down to kiss it followed by her canines biting lightly. It was so raw, so carnal, your eyes closed in pleasure, tears escaped your eyes as Beidou lifted her thumb to free your lips from your teeth. She leans in and catches your lips between her mouth, her tongue invading yours. It was hot, wet and full of desire as she swallowed your whines. Your hips lift by themselves, grinding on air. “So needy, so desperate, are you?” She sounds with a throaty chuckle. “Tell me darling, have you ever been fucked here before?” She quips as she runs a warm palm to your pelvis down to your cunt. You grind on her palm, a small nod and a “Mhm” accompanying it. Her gaze darkens but it's gone in an instant. “I guess I should have expected that, you’re a little slut aren’t you?” She mocks as she grinds her palm back, adding more force to your throbbing clit. “M’ not a little slut.” You say, shaking your head no, “Oh but you are, look, I know this pussy doesn’t lie, which means that you are, no?” She teases, her warm lips kissing behind your ears, then your nape, down to the mounds of your breast she pulls the neckline of your chemise down, baring your breasts to her, nipples erect from the cold. She passes a hot tongue to your nipple, circling around the tip making it ache with need. You release a whine into the night, grinding feverishly into the fabric of her pants, her hands disrupting, pinning your hips down as she leans back on the soles of her feet, eyes filled with desire, mind clouded with lust and need, she bites her lips and smiles.

You knew she was teasing you, so you reach for her hand, placing two of her fingers into your awaiting mouth, sliding it back and forth, coating it with your saliva. Beidou’s eyebrows furrowed as she licks her lips, she grabs you by your armpits, lifting you with ease, your legs automatically wrapping around her hips, you halted, “Your wound-”

“No need to worry your pretty little head about it.” She warns as she places you down on your bed. She pulls her tunic up, revealing a set of firm abs and full breasts, you gulp as you notice metal rings dangling on both of them. You lick your lips, wanting a taste. She drags your underwear down to your feet, her thumb immediately parting your pussy lips. “Look at that, so wet, all for me baby?” She taunts, you nod, eyes hazy as you watch her. “All for you.” you respond, mind hazy, lust dragging your eyelids closed.

"Open" She commands, you open your mouth, tounge out as she spits a fat glob down your throat, "Swallow" and you do, her hand forcefully clamping your jaw shut. She drags her fingers to your mouth, back and forth until it’s coated with your saliva. She trails it down your lips, to your heaving sternum down to your pelvis then circling the pads of her fingers onto your throbbing clit, using your wetness as lubrication. She bites her lips, eyebrows furrowed as pure desire veils her face. She circles your opening, testing waters, you give her a small nod. "Good girl" she viciously smiles as she spits in your face. In return, you give her a gasp and a lustful grin.

She inserts both of her fingers at the same time she lowers her face as she licks your clit skillfully, like she’d done this a hundred times. You arch your back beautifully, “Arch for me, my darling girl, looks so beautiful like this.” She muffles, fingers and tongue assaulting your swollen pussy.

She sucks, licks and bite on your clit, overstimulating the nub until you loose feelings of your legs, she circles her thumb on your the puckered ring of your ass, using your arousal as lubrication. She eases her thumb inside your ass while she flicks her tounge on your pussy. It's so messy, so filthy and raw. Both of her fingers are occupied, fucking both of your holes at the same time, she looks up, your head lolled to the side as drool drips on the side of your mouth. She gives a throaty chuckle mockingly.

Her strong hips thrusts along with her fingers, her tongue darting out to lick at her canines. She presses her face to the delicate skin of your neck, dragging her sharp teeth, sending shivers racking down your spine, your body moves in waves from the assault she’s giving.

“Such a good girl, yeah? Playing doctor for me, isn’t that right?” She teases as she bites down your neck, drawing blood. Your eyes shut close from the pain and pleasure, a strained gasp tearing from your throat. She licks the blood beading at your neck, a numbing sensation starting to form.

She flips your position, her back now laying on the mattress while your thighs are on either side of her head. “Ride me, beautiful.” She eggs, as you hesitantly put your weight on her hips moving in waves, wringing your pleasure.

You bump the soles of your feet into her waist, striking her wound; she grunts in agony in your pussy as you press your calf deeper into the wound. Her eyes roll back and her jaw slacks from the agonizing pain shooting on her side as you press your pussy harder into her face, your head thrown back with your mouth open in pleasure. “Fuck! you like me in pain, don’t you love?” She snides, smack! A searing pain shoots from the globes of your ass, an audible gasp tearing from your lips. Her teeth latched onto your thighs, leaving marks in their wake. Her exhale filled with pain fans your clit as you grind your hips harder, soles pressing harder to her side.

“Just like that darling, use me, use me for your pleasure.” Your back bows, both arms supporting your weight above her head as your eyes roll back, a cry resounding deep into the night. "Good, that's it, you're doing so good, so good cumming for me." Her tongue works egearly, drinking your cum making sure nothing goes to waste. “Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.” Beidou chants as she watches you reach your quim. 

Your back falls beside her with a thud, eyes immediately closing as sleep cradles your tired limbs.

-

Your shoulders strain from carrying your luggage, and as you exit the station, a carriage awaits you. On the blue beyond, the castle stood out. Every stone was level and square, as if the builders were obsessed with perfection, as if they truly loved what they created. They were walls built to protect a community, to echo with laughter, and to provide shelter for millennia to come. 

An employer takes you on a tour of the castle and discusses your responsibilities as a domestic servant.

"Here we are, the queen's quarters," he said monotonously, his hands holding a gold door knob with elaborate carvings.

Through the heavy oak doors of the imposing keep there is a large chamber filled with rows of guards with armor and colors so flamboyant they almost distract your attention from the piles upon piles of glittering, golden treasure clustered around. The room smells of gold, the hard odor plating your tongue. The light from the teardrop shaped windows reflects off the treasure at all angles, filling the room with a warm, golden, glowing, glimmering light. A familiar image greets you, back straightened against a throne, brown hair framing her like the opposite of an halo, mischievous vermillion eyes, with her lips quirked up.

"It's nice to make your acquaintance, again.” Ancora.

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— 13. [TERCEIRA] MIKASA ACKERMAN AU X FEM! AFAB READER

Warnings : OLDER MIKASA! Infidelity, lap dance, masturbation, gun play, drinking, NSFW (DNI IF YOU AREN’T 18+)

A/N: I'd fist fight that bitch eren for this mf.

— Your phone rings for the third time, buzzing on your pillow beside your head as you watch your husband get ready for work, you catch a glimpse of the caller ID, Mikasa, sending a pleasurable zap down the length of your spine. Your husband was an influential person, and bodyguards were not new to you, you had gone through a lot of them before your husband deemed you were relevant enough to assign you one of the Ackermans, the finest in their league.

"Who's calling you? " He inquires, and you respond, "Book club, I was scheduled to go today but I'm feeling under the weather," with a sickeningly sweet grin. You weren’t supposed to be in contact with her, you both signed an NCA, your husband was the only one who got to make calls.

You answer the phone on the third ring, "It's your day off today," you say low, your voice tinged with feigned displeasure. You turn your back on your spouse, facing the other side of the room, enough to allow you privacy for your conversation. "I'm aware," she responded.

“Why do you keep calling?” You hushed, “Hm, why do you keep answering?” She retorted with a low laugh and you blanked.

“Come on, are you really going to put me off again? You get like this every time.” She said, her voice strained and annoyed. “We both know you’re going to cave in for me, every fucking time.” She adds.

“Stop-” Before you could process a response, she spoke again. “Your husband is in the room with you, isn’t he?”

"Yes." You kept your response brief. "I'm guessing you told him it was book club? " She chuckled at your revelation, before you heard shuffling around, and she said, "I'll do the talking then? I feel like reminiscing today, shall we? " You didn't get the chance to disagree because she continued speaking.

"Do you realize how much I miss you? " She stops and takes a deep breath. "I'll never forget the third day of working for you, baby." You sat up on the bed, phone buried between your ears and shoulders.

You hum as a response as you pick the scab on your nails. “It happened so fast, don't you remember? You snuck off on me, went to a club and I found you, I always will.”

“After I found you, you looked so- carefree, so I sat down with you and played three rounds of black jack with you, I kept winning and in exchange you gave me a lap dance.” You hear ice clink against a glass, she’s drinking, you figured. “The most unforgettable and expensive lap dance of my life.” You remembered, vividly even, she was going to take it easy on you and make you win, but after you had tipsily offered her a lap dance as a joke, she made it her life goal to win against you.

"Do you want a lap dance from me? " You mumbled tipsily, giggling like a schoolgirl. Mikasa glanced at you, resting on the velvet sofa of the vip area, you thanked your husband for the ridiculous panty dropper uniforms your body guards wore, tailored suits and ties, her combat boots seeming mismatched against the red carpeted flooring of the club, inked skin protruding out of her unbuttoned dress shirt and rolled up sleeves.

"Sure" she played off, pretending she was cool but on the inside, she never realized winning black jack by card counting could feel so rewarding.

You placed your pointer finger on the side of your lips, thinking. “Oh! But it’s going to cost you.” you exclaimed, and she scoffed, a smirk painting her lips.

“I don’t know sweet girl, seems a little unfair to me, considering you owe me 500 dollars after losing.”

“But I’ll take your offer.” She said, lithe fingers loosening her tie, her short dark hair messily framing her face after losing her mind searching for you. Pouty lips so kissable as she wets them with her tongue, silver glinting against the mundane lights.

The already sensual music helped you figure the flow of your body, a satin dress a tad bit short for your milky thighs tested Mikasa’s self control. She was a very patient woman, but you, you were her doom, her divinity.

You grinded on her lap, kissed her neck even and pulled away taking a lungful of oxygen away from her. You swayed your body along to the music that made Mikasa snap. You were so beautiful, the epitome of her downfall.

She lost three grand that night, all because you were so demanding, but she was willing to give you any money you wanted for your dance to last as long as she wanted before giving in to her desires.

You were bare, laying on the cold glass center table in no time, pierced tongue flicking against your clit, the cold ball enhancing the pleasure of her pointed tongue bringing tears to your eyes. Dulcet moans bouncing against the velvet walls, your warm palm clutching a bundle of her hair, the pull making her hiss. 

She stands up, running her gaze from your face, before dropping her head down and sucking your nipples until they’re so swollen and drenched with her saliva, your lip is caught between your teeth, red and inviting.

She untucks the gun from her waistband, before placing the cold barrel on the under of your jaw and your eyes immediately widen.

“No fingers for you yeah? Only my gun, this is for running away from me, bad girls don’t deserve my fingers.” The cold barrel dragging along the center of your body, to your sternum down to your navel, before making contact with your swollen clit. 

Drenched in your own fluid, the contrast of the cold barrel and the searing pleasure on your clit made you gasp, and pull away, but Mikasa’s free arm was wrapped around the plush of your thigh, preventing you from running away.

“Shh” She cooes, as she lubricates the muzzle with your wetness, dripping down and webbing on your skin, onto the glass table.

“Gonna fuck this pussy until s’ the shape of my gun.”

She retells the entire ordeal exactly how it went down, from the scent you were wearing, down to  the brand of your clothing and heels.

You'd already transferred to the guest room, swiftly sliding your chemise up your breast and shoving your hand down your lace underwear, fingers feverishly pressing on your clit, but it was pointless; Mikasa was the only one who could do it, not even your husband.

It was as if she had branded you, as if she owned you. You were untouchable while under Mikasa Ackerman's care, and that made you feel privileged and treasured.

Your tiny gasps engulfs Mikasa’s ears as she takes a long drag of her cigarette, “Aw baby, are you touching yourself? Let me hear it.” She urges, and you let your moans escape freely, it’s like she can feel your hot pants of breaths ghosting the shell of her ears.

“Come on love, you can do it, yeah? Make yourself come for me.” And you circle your clit even faster, one finger entering the warmth of your pussy. Mikasa swore she could get to you in three minutes tops despite being far away from you, the squelches of your pussy resounding against the speaker of her phone was like a piece of meat on a stick, taunting her.

“Du klingst so schön.” She mutters, voice raspy and low, it sends pleasure straight down your clit making you bite down on the lace hem of your chemise, back arching as you cum, making your brain fuzzy and warm, toes digging on the linen of the bed.

“Good girl, there we go.”

“The thought of your body makes my brain blank, meine Liebe. No thoughts, only desire and the pain of waiting.”

You gasp, chest caving in and out you can almost feel it collapsing from the euphoria. You loved the thrill of the rush with Mikasa, it makes you feel at liberty, so unfettered.

“I’ll see you again, on Wednesday, until then, use one of your bitch girls to pleasure you or something." You pant out, voice barely above whisper despite your moans earlier, your cheeks painted crimson by the act you had just committed. 

"Or something" she breaths.

"'None of them are you, so none of them matters." She whispers under her breath, your heart thudding, you hold a hand out to it, as if it's going to stop it from beating too fast and loud until Mikasa could hear it.

You digress.

“And stop calling me, we’re going to get caught, if you do, I’ll block you, and change numbers.” you follow up. “Are you threatening me?” She asks, humor intertwining with her raspy voice. 

“That isn’t a threat, it’s a promise, Ackerman.” You reply, fighting back a smile on your face, you knew you were too boneless to do that to her.

“Don’t bother blocking my number princess.”

She pauses for a minute, silence deafening, replacing the sound of her voice with ringing against your ear.

“We both know you’ll always answer on the third ring.” Terceira.

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— 12. [LURIDO] QUANXI AU X FEM! AFAB READER

Warnings : Mentions of violence, straight up hate fuck, use of strap on (referred to as dick) , fingering, slapping, spanking, smoking, drinking, drugs, NSFW (DNI IF YOU AREN’T 18+)

A/N: I’m back, kind of, but I’m heavily troubled so I will be writing. I hope you lot are still here.

"hi guys im back. my dad got prosecuted last week because of potential embezzlement, but no worries because he's been proven not guilty! we're homeless now tho but i can still write for you guys on my phone, here's a new update! thank you for your patienceI"

— You move with grace, your back straightened and your red bottoms matching the plush red carpet you're walking down, your black dress flowing behind you as you rake your blood-painted nails over your hair. Walking inside this institution felt suffocating, like claws piercing your lungs.

You look at her, your irises expanding, as she sits with her legs apart, a cigarette in one hand and the other swirling the ice in her old fashioned.

"What the fuck, Quanxi?" You inquire, your gaze fixed on her as if she didn't originate from this world. You'd awoken to an envelope, an invitation to Quanxi's club in her side of town, the one she used to dominate, or still did in this case. You were perplexed, your mind nebulous as you tried to process her, the woman you contemn, reviled. 

 “I thought you died”

 “I did.”

She stares back, she looks different, older and more matured. Her body was built and slim, her aura didn’t change, she was still the same Quanxi you despised, the one you had tried to kill many times, in her sleep, during car rides, you tried everything to stop her reign, but you knew, deep down that the only reason this city was balanced was because of the two of you, like yin and yang.

"You look fine," she rasped, her voice raspy from the cigarette she was smoking. "No, you don't understand, you're dead, I saw, I saw how you died," you recalled as plain as day, it was the memory that haunted your mind at night, waking you up gasping with your cheeks wet with tears, you didn't like how it felt, you suffered every night, for 7 years.

"I see you're still the same, aggravating, galling girl, certain things never change, do they darling?" " She mutters, your breath caught in your throat, you didn't like how you felt, what you're feeling, but then again, you never liked how you felt, never truly liked how you felt yourself wanting to be consumed by her, the woman you were supposed to detest growing up, you were adversaries.

But deep down you knew, and you were fully aware, that there was no resisting Quanxi; you tried many times but you, perturbing her, trying to assassinate her, sabotage her business, you tell yourself it was a game of chess you were both playing, that you were closer to checkmate, but it was all to get her attention, you wanted her to snap first because you couldn't accept that you were the weaker one, it was difficult straying away from the nature you were born in, enemies, that what you both are.

You get lost in your surge of thoughts, never noticing that Quanxi was now in front of you, standing in all her glory as if she hadn't been battered to death while you sat and watched behind the screen, with your gut wrenching. “Hey, come back to me.” Her tone is hard and venomous.

You turn to face her, she is a few inches taller than you, and you attempt not to be scared. "I see, honey, are you guilty?" Are you concerned that you went too far with your games? Are you afraid I'll bite you back? " She coos, her tone condescending.

"You know, I didn't peg you as a stupid girl; do you think I'm that stupid?" You think I don't see that the games you're playing are simply a way to grab my attention?" She looks at you, her brown eyes rigid and domineering.

"How wonderful, I'm delighted to hear you haven't lost your touch, although you did lose an eye" you mockingly examine the eye patch. Your silly games made her purse her lips. Play stupid games and win stupid prizes.

Her face morphed with irritation, a beautiful one, the one she always wore for you. "I admit, you're pretty good, too good if you ask me. I fucking hate you so much, you know that? Every time I stare at you, your face, your eyes, my fucking blood boils. Everything you do is despicable to me because I can't do anything about it. I can't touch you, I can't fuck you." She says, her tone below a whisper. “Because that would be defying our nature, no?” She speaks, as she runs a finger down your cheek, you revel in it and try your hardest not to lean into it. “I think of you everytime, when I drive, when I shower, and when I spread my legs at night, I think of you and your wrong sent messages of your body clad in lingerie, the voice messages of you moaning, you can’t keep using wrong send as an excuse darling, it’s getting really old. You plague me and I hate you for it, you’re everything I hate in a person, yet you’re the only person who can make me cum the hardest, and you haven’t even laid a single finger on me” You gasp, a tiny one that didn’t go unnoticed by Quanxi, your lips gaping as she runs her thumb on your bottom lip. “Your name is the one I scream at night, when I reach my quim, does that make you happy, pretty girl?”

Your tongue darts out a tiny bit, tasting the tip of her thumb. You bite your bottom as you give her an ensnaring smile, “The smile on your face tells me you feel the same.” Your smile drops, “Oh no honey, I think you look ravishing when you smile.” She murmurs with mischief. “You do?” You ask.

“Yeah” she said, sickeningly sweet as it morphs into a harsh expression. “it makes me want to slap it off your face.” You head whips to the side, a gasp leaving your lips, but you face her with another smile otherwise. “You irritate me so much it makes me want to bend you over this table.”

She slid her boots on the glass center table, ridding it of drugs and whatever liquor it contained as she grabbed both of your arms and locked them behind your back. You fell to the table with a thud and a tiny moan slipping between your plush lips.

She drags down the zipper of your dress, ripping it off you and leaving you in your lace set and your garter belt. She playfully snaps it on your thighs and you fight back the sound your throat makes. Her lithe but calloused hands wrapped around your throat as she lifted half of your body up off the cold glass table. “Let it out, Il mio amore.” You gasped audibly, chest heaving up and down as the heat in your lower stomach sets a painfully, tantalizing arousal in your body. She traces her finger along the curve of your spine, your back automatically arching beautifully for her. “Così carino, I’ve wanted this for so long.” She mutters for herself.

Quanxi didn’t waste time, finger dragging the pads of your bra down, revealing your chest to her. She pinch and tugs, and you can’t help mumble noises appreciation. She works on your underwear, quickly pulling it down, taking strings of your arousal with it. She bites her lip as your wetness webs against the plush of your inner thighs. “Look at that, all for me?” She asks. “All f’ you” your voice is so little, so submissive. 

You hear her zipping her pants down, and a cold, bulbous tip teasingly hit ever so lightly at your clit. You whine and try to inch away from the coldness, but Quanxi holds your hips tightly, fingers bruising against your satin skin. “No running away mama, s’ okay” She cooes, her tone still harsh, motivated by hatred. 

“Lascia che ti veda.” Her voice laced with her thick Italian accent, as she flips you over the table, she grabs her belt and loops it around your arms and pinning them above your head. “You want it?” She asks, “Yes I do, I do-”

“Tell me how much.” 

“So bad, please, wan’ it so bad.” You cant your hips as you try and slide down on her dick.

She smiles, a genuine one as she slides your hips down, dick entering you easily by how wet you are. Your moans and the squelches of your pussy echoes around the dimly lit room. “Così stretta piccola, posso sentirti” Her hot breath ghosting the shell of your ears as she trusts her hips against yours.

Translation : So tight baby, I can feel you.

You don't understand Italian, but you've always found it sexual when Quanxi said it, her accent was thick and compelling, you've never found a language so enticing, you loved it when it was spoken through Quanxi's sinful lips.

“Una figa così carina, tutta nuda per me.” Her breathing wavers along with the stuttering of her hips. Your pussy sounded so sinful, the dulcet moans and grunts of the both of you filled the room while a muffled sensual music playing on the speakers.

Translation : Such a pretty pussy, all bare for me.

“Fuck Quanxi, so good- so good, ugh!” You mutter through the pleasure, drool runs on the side of your mouth, eyes watered with pleasure as you bite your lips hard enough to draw blood.

She grabs a handful of your hair and it only adds to the mix of pain and pleasure you were feeling, so euphoric, and it feels so Quanxi, like Quanxi. She cursed through your veins, consuming your brain whole.

“M’ cumming! Please!” You beg, your hips thrusting on their own as Quanxi eyes you through your desperation, she was in awe, you were so beautiful, you could make the devil himself repent for his sins. You were so sinful, so filthy, lurido.

"Conosco il mio amore, lo so, come on, cum for me," she says next your head, her words dragging, and you do, your body quivering, your thighs shaking by her hips, and she loved every second of it, enjoyed every second of consuming you. You kneel for her, allowing her to absorb the very heart of you, the untouchable you, knowing that you reigned yet she reigned over you.

Translation : I know, I know my love

She drags the ice from her long-forgotten drink and running it down the expanse of your torso, the ice melting against your body heat, the remains dropping to your very core, intensifying your climax. You scream and stammer as you let the bliss wash over you.

You calm down after a while, Quanxi lying on top of you, basking in your presence. She keeps track of your every breath, matching the closing of her lips, in and out. The air smelled like sex, sin, filthy, so filthy. You heave, every breath for a thought racing through your mind, you feel like drowning, shirt drenched in vomit and tears remembering how you watched, your doing, torturing the both of you, you remember drowning, porcelain tub rimmed with water, fingers pinched at your nose, and there would always be hands grabbing you out, pulling you up like the waves of the waters that tested you.

You breath in sequence, each heave you made for her she returned, in and out. Tears reamed your eyes, you breath in and out, rough hands caressing the skin of your nape, Those rough hands that were your medication, your heart-song and your light, for that is what you deemed as love. the only other born in the same flame as you, together you are able to bathe one other in warmth and light as easily as you breathe, immune and oblivious to darkness.

You breath each other like oxygen, for love ever safe and sound, love so murky that tested dirty waters, love so defiant of nature. “Sono tornato per te, sempre per te, amore."

"My ruin, my downfall."

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— 11. [PEDONE] PANTALONE X FEM! AFAB READER

Warnings : Breeding, knife play, slight exhibitionism, power imbalance, NSFW (DNI IF YOU AREN'T 18+)

— You set your coffee mug on the window sill, steaming with ashy smoke as your room is comforted by darkness like loving arms reaching around you.

You stare out your window, bright flashing stars greeting you as they always do, hot coffee rimming on the brown oak wood of your window sill, sore muscles and aching body from previous events, and you wonder, despite the fact that they always told you "don't worry your pretty little head, it'll start hurting."

Your only source of light is the single gas bulb on your bedside table, a warm golden light flashing in the center of your bed. You're getting agitated and bored as you flick over the pages of the uninteresting book you're holding in your warm fingers.

You opted to go through the main hallways of your opulent headquarters, the soft pads of your slippers thudding against the creaking old wooden planks, when you noticed a shadow shift, lithe fingers clutching a gold chalice filled with wine.

Glasses glimmering beneath the warm tone of light shining above him, making his sharp features even more prominent as he sits on a throne-like chair, you couldn't help but think he looked like a god, making you feel like you had to bow and start worshiping him, amongst all the lavish items in the room, nothing can ever compare to the unique aura he carries about.

"I was waiting for you," he says, his lips moving gently, his cupid's bow prominent, and his words crisp.

"Were you? If I may inquire, why is this so? " You query, pleasant voice whispering, smoke flowing from your mouth from the chill.

“Nothing much.” He responds, a smirk tugging on his lips.

You nod softly, your head drooping from embarrassment, "May I ask how come-" you pause, unwilling to express your enthusiasm,

"How come?"

He wonders, his gaze fixed on the scene before him, the dead of night with the snow falling gently, the only thing that wasn't tainted between the two of you.

"How come you have never done anything to me? You just watch." You remarked, his lips quirked up, a dulcet laugh under his breath.

"I don't enjoy sharing," you said, frozen in place as the cold mingled with the crisp air, "What do you mean?"

You question, "Foolish, how idiotic, did you get fucked so badly that you become an airhead?"

"How gnarly," you said, your voice shaking, how dare he?" tears sting your eyes, lashes clumping together as the corner of your mouth dragged downwards. You seldom converse with him, In fact, this was probably the first time you spoke to him, his words piercing through you.

"You think that was cruel?"

"I haven't even started with you," he muttered as he got to his feet, heavy layers of intricate clothing thrown over his big shoulders, his height towering over you as he grasped you by the waist and put you on the dining table with a quiet thud.

"Do you want to know how vicious I can be?" Strip." Under the venom of his voice, you couldn't help but obey, dragging the strap of your nightgown downwards, the silk material flowing down on your glossy skin.

He reaches out and drapes a silky cloth around your head, stopping you from witnessing what he was going to do to you.

Your back lies flat on the table, the cold soaking into every crevice of your flesh; you gasp as you feel a sharp cold metal trailing down, firm but soft enough not to penetrate your skin; you feel his finger dance over your slit, lips spreading open from the chill of his hands.

"Already wet?

He retorts, laughing at how pitiful you can be.

He draws the knife over the pulse point of your neck, your eyes widening, "Please don't," your tears drenching the fabric restricting your vision.

"If you even let out that voice, or take off that blindfold, one slash of this knife into your pulse point, and you'd be nothing but another life I take, you hear me?" He mumbles between clenched teeth, his self-control on the verge of slipping out the window.

You can feel his fingers digging into your cunt as he curls it, directly hitting your g-spot; your mouth opens with a silent scream, your back arching, making the knife drive further into your pulse. You bite your bottom lip so hard that it bleeds. 

"Would you look at that?" Tartaglia was correct, your pussy is really tight, isn't it, my love? " He coos, phony affection oozing from his mouth, his lips planting a sweet kiss on your navel as his fingers thrust inside you."

He comes to a halt, a thrill coursing through your veins from what he's about to do next. You can hear his clothing ruffle as he reaches for your hand, guiding it over to his length, wrapping it around as his hands wrap around yours, he grunts, you can't help but worry because his length feels so enormous in your hands, it's going to tear you apart, you can't stop the tears that wracked through your mouth from worrying.

“Oh didn’t I tell you to shut up? Are you scared? Go on, speak.” He whispers against the shell of your ear.

"You're not going to fit!" "It'll hurt," you whispered, your pout brushing your lips as he laughed at you.

"It will." As he plows his entire length inside you, you can't help but cry audibly, the searing agony leaving swiftly as he pulls out and smashes back in, a frantic rhythm, the knife pushing on your pulse point once more as he threatens, "Remember what I said you, I wouldn't want to waste such a gorgeous face and tight cunt." You nod fiercely, your teeth digging against the bottom of your plush lips.

His thumb circles on your puffy clit, making you clench around his dick tightly, He grunts and sends out low moans, turning you on even more as you feel your high approaching, your cum rimming at the base of his dick.

"Hold it," he says as you toss back your head, your brows knitting together in frustration.

As you come undone from the incredible sensation of being filled by him, he lets out a melodic groan, ropes of cum decorating the inside of your slippery walls.

"Keep it in, don't waste it; you're going to have my baby, aren't you?"

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— 11. [PEDONE] FATUI HARBINGERS DRABBLE X FEM! AFAB READER

Pairings : Pierro, Columbina, Pantalone, Tartaglia, Dottore, Capitano, Sandrone, Arlecchino.

Warnings : Orgy, hand jobs, cunnilingus, power imbalance, vaginal penetration, NSFW (DNI IF YOU AREN’T 18+)

—As the Tsaritsa pins the insignia on your chest, a gold crest with two scarlet crimson branner dangling from the end, you stand tall. You were ecstatic, you were finally the 12th harbinger after Ajax, but are you?

Nothing could have prepared you for what was going to happen. You didn’t get it, you were prepared to be on the front lines, determined even, so how did you wind up here?

Kneeling on all fours with a collar around your neck as the harbingers sit in a circle with you as their entertainment, cheeks dusted pink as fat tears roll down your cheeks, how? 

They mocked you for hours on end, “You thought you were going to fight alongside us didn’t you?” As a burst of laughter rang through the headquarters, there was always one who merely watched you, Pantalone, as he is called, sitting in the far corner as darkness swallowed him, spectacles perched on his pointed nose as his eyes pierced through you. 

How can the harbingers not gang up on you when they return after another unpleasant mission? You're so ignorant, ambitious, and clueless that you thought a lady like you could last here.

You always seem to wind yourself tied to a table, hands, mouth, and cunt full to the brim as you did your utmost to take all of them, it was overwhelming, filling your senses until all you could think about was them.

You rub Dottore as he makes pleasurable sounds, while on the other hand you clutch Pierro firmly, his brows knitting from how hard you jerk him away. Tartaglia is occupying your cunt, a sneer painted on his lips, thrilled by how far his cock plows into you.

“Pussy so tight, how can anyone resist you? You should be thankful your needy pussy is getting filled everyday, isn’t that right?” Tartaglia cooes as a series of hum fills the room.

Arlechinno takes her seat on your lips, hips straining to make you work up, knees seated next to your head, hand reaching out to rub the scar etched with a hot knife on the underside of your breast, all their names in a list.

You were flipped onto all fours while Arlechinno rests on her back, your lips devouring her, tears streaming down on her navel, and she laughs at how pitiful you are, so pathetic and adorable.

"Give me a turn!" " Columbina, as you see the girl bare herself in front of your mouth, elbows supporting her as she watches Tartaglia and Capitano demolish your little cunt and soft ass, mask hanging over the side in a haste to have their cocks buried into you.

Sandrone fills your stupid mind with sweet accolades, enticing you to take more, sacharrine voice cooes on the side of your head, breath ghosting the shell of your ears.

"Keep being a good girl for us so you don't get in trouble; we don't want that to happen, do we now?" " She sings as she grins, soft fingers reaching out to wipe the tears away, you give her a hum and a small nod of your head, lips too busy eating Columbina out.

Your high is approaching, and your sight meets the fiery eyes in front of you as darkness engulf them, and you stare, a silent permission to cum.

Pantalone tilts his chin, a small nod, and you can't help but break apart from the agreement, your body buckling as your head crashes on Columbina's legs.

Mouth, cunt, hand stained with cum, how pathetic and pliable.

After all, you were just a pawn, Pedone.

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— 10. [AFFASCINATA] YAE MIKO X FEB! AFAB READER

Warnings: Infidelity, exhibitionism, cunnilingus, use of degrading names, NSFW (DNI IF YOU AREN’T 18+)

— Igniting the world anew with such brilliance, the sun rose with casual elegance. It was a warm lustry day, the sun shining down on your skin serving a great comfort and warmth within you. Tennis skirt fitted your waist as a plain white visor sat on your head. 

“I’d destroy you, you know that?” You said, looking up at your husband, doe-eyes and lashes so luscious it could bring him down his knees, you give him a saccharine smile as his eyebrows knit in confusion.

“In what honey? In golf? Sure.” He said while chuckling, taking you lightly.

You swirl the ice in your glass while watching your husband work on the grill, you can't deny he was very good looking, patek philippe sat on his wrist, arms bulging with muscles, and not a strand of stray hair. While women fought for their place to snag the "hollywood's hottest bachelor!!" you were here, sitting in front of him, the heavy intricate lozenge cut of the diamond on your ring finger reflecting patterns on your skin as the sun reflected upon it.

You've always been depicted as difficult; no one could come within arms reach of you; you exclude an aura you generated around yourself that you used to bewitch your husband, a multimillionaire with his face plastered in every magazine, who owns a chain of enterprises and, most importantly, the last name his family possesses, which you gripped securely in your perfectly manicured nails, it gave you a rush of power, while you could easily slip out of this predicament and sit your ass in beverly hills, live a simple life? you weren't built for that, you seeked for thrill, in fact, you lived off it.

His family never favored you, but him being the man he is, went crazy for you and defied every law set for him, you had him by the neck tightly, your venom seeping into his veins consuming him whole. Criticism  from his blood wasn’t unfamiliar to you, it’s always the "You don't deserve him." Or, "Your name sounds unpleasant to the ear, especially with our last name." You didn't mind, it made you laugh, a small insult would never penetrate you, and since this entire shitshow is a game of chess, of course, you knew how to play.

You weren't naive, not even close; you knew every corner and cranny in this labyrinth, and your husband? You knew who he was like the back of your hand.

His mother continued as you sat in your chair, facing the table for his entire family, in this sumptuous supper, a chandelier on top of your heads, cutlery clacking.

"Do you remember Miko, son?" she stated, "She's the one I presented to you previously." his mother said as she escorted the pink-haired woman up to your husband, who shot him a slutry smile. Your husband smiled back, the creases in his eyes becoming more prominent as he gazed at her, the mistress.

Of course you knew, they didn't try to conceal it, and you couldn't blame him; this lady was heavenly, captivating, mesmerizing, enthralling.

And you were enthralled, Affascinata.

You watch as they talk, smiles filling the table as his mother looks at you, a winning grin, and you smile back, with the same intensity as her, like you were winning, and you were.

You sat in your own bedroom, taking a break after  everything that transpired during dinner,  your spouse sleeps in his office because he is usually drowning in work, and you wandered your eyes, soaking in the view. The velvet headboard with gold buttons is a sight to behold, finally something less ostentatious.

You were stripped out of your dress, clad in baby pink lingerie, stockings with a garter connecting with your panties, you rub some essential oil on your pulse, behind your neck and your nape, behind your knees.

You go softly back to your vanity, creating a little thud as you do so. You look up, getting a sight of yourself in the mirror, surrounded by bronzy golden carvings that your husband gifted you, he had it made personally to fit your taste.

For a fleeting moment you saw vulnerability, like the person you were before, carefree, not a streak of corruption, you inhale as you recall the memory of what made you into this, this woman you adored and loathed at the same time.

You felt feather light kisses running from your shoulder to your pulse, and you smiled, a genuine one.

You open your eyes, deep mauve eyes staring back at you through your reflection in the mirror, the same intensity your husband gave her.

"Yae," you mumbled, her hand running down your torso, your skin so satiny under her warm palms, "Hm?" She hummed, too preoccupied with her ministrations, you take in her beauty, white gown with a low back that draped down, gloved hands with dainty gold chains adorning them, she was so alluring it ached.

You take a deep breath, the sensation from your neck heightening your sensitivity, and you turn around, relishing the stunning view in front of you; she was so different from the woman at the dinner table; now she was your Yae, your lover.

“Make me forget.” You said, and it was all she needed. 

Her breath ghosted the shell of your ear, turning your body around and bending you over the vanity, "He gave you this? ” She asked and you nodded, she shot you a wicked smile, “By the time we finish, I’m going to be the only one you can remember when you stare, sit or even glance at this mirror.”

Yae chuckled under her breath as you gave her a dulcet moan, desire dripping on your underwear.

She held you so lightly, as if you were about to shatter, and she didn't want that, she didn't want her beloved to slip away from her hands, she wanted to stay with you forever.

Her lithe finger stroked your cunt through your panties, immediately becoming drenched in your slick, she held eye contact, your cheeks dusted with pink, you’re so beautiful she thought, and she would never trade you for anything. Your  confidence is an aphrodisiac, as you dominate others with your eyes and words. What you do with that power, though, is what draws Yae in. It is because you have chivalry in you, a desire to champion people who need to be lifted up. That is your true self. That would be you. That's what she's crazy about.

You pant, your chest softly rising and falling, and Yae caressed your cunt through your underwear, providing you with so much more pressure that  made you dizzy. Yae salivated over you as she pulled you up by your neck and drew one cup of your brassier down, displaying your perked up nipples for her.

 She gently sat you down on the top of your vanity, pushing your back against the mirror, you hissed at the coldness of the the material as Yae knelt down,  you stare down at her, trailing kisses from your ankle clad with the anklet she gifted you before your wedding, her Initials on it, down to your thighs, marking it with heavy purple and red hues, seemingly removing all his trail on you, replacing it with hers, as it always should be.

You pant, your chest heaving in a vain attempt to catch your breath, it was just too much, she's too much, your train of thoughts interrupted as you feel her velvety lips land a kiss on your exposed cunt, panties pushed to the side as she swirls her tongue over your swollen clit. She inserted her fingers inside your cunt and curled them,  your back arched like a cat as she pulled you back down, suspending your hips from moving and under her mercy.

You did your hardest to hold your moans in until Yae shoved her fingers in your mouth, "Let me hear you princess, want to hear how gorgeous you sound for me.", as if on cue, the mellifluous sound of your moans reverberated through the walls, flooding Yae with warmth that flowed down her spine, she was fully aware of how her panties adhered to her cunt.

“Yae! Too much- ugh!” You moan, tears clouding your eyes from how good it feels, you bite your lips so hard it almost was enough force to draw blood, a shock ran down your spine as you hear her hot breath hit your ears, "I miss ruining that picture perfect façade you put on for others." You jerked, hearing the door click open, eyes wide in shock, Yae side eyed the door seeing your husband, and her “boyfriend” standing there frozen in disbelief, you pushed her head away but the vixen below you refused to budge and  continued her assault, kissing your pussy while staring directly at your husband’s eye as she laps on your folds, you feel the ever so familiar shape of her smirk on your cunt as she stood up, head on your shoulders, hands finding refuge on your waist, your husband watching at her reflection through the mirror.

You smiled sweetly at your “husband” giving him an angelic chuckle. As he was about to walk out, you let out the word he didn’t know the familiarity would tear him down.

“Didn’t I tell you I’d destroy you?”

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— 09. [ALEA] YELAN X FEM! AFAB READER

Warnings : Angst with comfort (?) , cunnilingus, heavily toxic, NSFW (DNI IF YOU AREN'T 18+)

— As you walked through the door of your shared flat, the sensation of repetition quickly imprisoned your heart, ribs firmly packed together limiting air to move through your lungs, here we go again, you thought, it’s a never-ending abbys, you were trapped with no way out.

It’s not because you couldn’t, but because you didn’t want to; the poison that travels down your throat hurts, but you like it nevertheless; the prickly sensation in your arms that runs up to your neck practically paralyzes you, restricting your mobility.

The sense of suppressed toxicity never failed to make you feel at home, that your feet were grounded, that you weren’t utterly void, the silver of hope that flows through her transfers to you in the moment she runs her hands through your body, it feels like thorns, blades, abrading your flesh, making you bleed scarlet.

Yelan was never a woman of commitment, but the notion of her minimum effort to come back to you was keeping your body moving and your brain working, she doesn’t know how or why, and neither do you, why she continues coming back to you, you were different, almost unusual in the line of women she had tasted throughout her life.

Maybe it’s because of what she does, who she is, that she denies every expression of affection she receives; you believe it’s unjust for her to be so selfish that she sees no worth in herself; you think it’s selfish that you couldn’t love her the way you wanted to; it had to be her way.

You pick on the wound of your relationship to make it bleed again, it didn’t matter if it hurt, why would it? You and Yelan were the epitome of affliction, no matter what you do, it just hurts so good and felt so congenial with her driving a stake through your heart, you were used to the aching feeling of her name being carved on you to the point it was all you wanted to feel.

You put the takeaway bag on the rotting oak table with its crack seeping with moss and termites, you needed to purchase another table to replace it, Yelan’s back was facing you, the only light bouncing off the walls was the screen she had all of her concentration on, “Come eat.” You said gently, you didn’t want to upset her, worried she’d leave you again every time you pissed her off, you were so terrified that it troubled you even when sleep makes itself comfortable in the comfort of your eyelids.

She mumbled a little “Hmh.” as she returned her full focus to the television, you removed your coat and purse and sat on the couch, you felt the tears clouding your eyes much too soon, you practiced this like a mantra, like a prayer you hoped would be heard by someone, by her. You wanted to speak up, but Yelan felt like the thorns in your throat, she felt like everything that held you back, the bound on your wrists, the duct tape on your lips, and the stake driven through your heart, you felt all of her so much you don’t know what you felt like anymore, it was all her.

The entirety of your relationship felt like gambling, Alea.

“I don’t want to do this anymore,” As you choked back a sob, Yelan was everything but unfazed, there was a hint of emotion that flashed through her cyan eyes that you once loved so much, the same eyes that was your home.

It was while after you heard her response, but it made you feel guilty, like it was clawing you from the inside, you felt evil, it was the feeling that brought a sour taste to your mouth.

“You’re leaving me too?” You were certain that her words carried vulnerability, for the first time you could see through her, what she really was under all the facade, she felt like your Yelan.

“Yes.” You forced out; it was so little but a full sentence. 

“No,” she said, her stance stiffening as she rose and kneeled in front of you, her dulcet voice echoing through the wall once more.

“Baby-”

“I don’t want this anymore, I don’t know what to do with you anymore, let me go,” you pleaded, “Let me go, Yelan, please-”

“I’m sorry baby no, I can’t; I don’t want to, I’ll do anything.” As her arms wrapped your waist, they didn’t feel like shackles digging into your flesh; for once they felt like refuge.

It was most likely the first time Yelan felt what you were like, your submission, your desire, and all you were; it penetrated her mind, devouring her entire being.

And it was the first time you saw Yelan cry; she had been a stoic lady till now, fat tears soaking her cheeks, you trailed your gaze down to her lovely eyes, down to the curve of her nose, her beauty that you adored, and down to her lips, so full you wanted to fill the emptiness in you with it.

You stared at her eyes as she did, she saw through you, your love was enough for her own hands to betray her, stabbing a knife through her heart.

She felt your pain, sorrow, suffering, and sacrifices; she had never believed in surrender until you did to the woman who was knelt in front of you; she felt selfish because she wanted to keep you for herself; she had thought that if she made you work for her, you’d devote yourself to her, and you did.

She didn’t realize how big of a mistake she’d made until you filled her senses. She didn’t know what love felt like, what sacrifice felt like, what you felt like.

She’s so selfish for wanting to keep you all for herself that it ate her away. Guilt was always the flavor that remained in her tongue, preventing her from experiencing you the way you deserved to be felt.

“Please give me one more chance, please baby,” she begged as she sat alongside you, arms so tight around your neck, chin on your shoulders, you didn’t know what to say, she always had the capacity to bring down the wall you had built around yourself.

You didn’t respond, so she communicated by entangling her lips with yours, it was filled with emotions, it felt like the both of you, for once it wasn’t all her, the salient of yourself was lingering in the taste of her, teeth clashing together as more of you seeped into her lips, your taste was more apparent than before, you kissed with longing, like it was the first time.

Her fingers linked with yours and she drew your face closer to her; you didn’t protest because you wanted to think she had more to offer. She penetrated your mouth with her tongue as she softly pressed your body down, as if you were a piece of glass so sharp it cuts others but will shatter if dropped.

More of you was climbing up to your senses, you felt much more of what you were, it felt energizing, you were ecstatic, your hips grind against hers as her lips laced with your favorite poison dragged down the column of your neck and your collar bones.

You panted as if you were deprived of each other, You were stripped off the only things that kept you from devouring one another, and you exchanged breaths. The woman on top of you grunted as you grasped her azure-colored hair.

A new passion was shared, and it spoke in voices, shouted, and screamed, sound reaching inaccessible regions, from your thoughts to hers, and it was harmonized, it was finally together.

Yelan ground her hips harder and faster as your desire flowed and blended, your ecstatic smile giving her a boost of energy as she pushed full effort into making you feel euphoric.

Your euphonious voice resonated out of your shared home, bringing life to the lifeless, as the cord on your lower stomach snapped. Yelan believes it was magic, that you had the ability to cure everything, to bring back life to the wilted.

She flipped your position, placing you atop of her, her lithe fingers stroking your hair, like plucking out the bad thoughts that lingered in your head, bodies wet in perspiration stuck together.

For once in her life, she found a purpose.

She wanted to be your home, your surrender, your passion, and everything you were.

She wanted to feel more of you, your presence to seep through the patterns on her palm, the cracks of her lips, the crevices of her skin, through her veins until you consume the entirety of her.

“I’m sorry my love, I’ll try for you, I promise.” 

“I will forgive you, but not right now, not so soon.”

“I’d grovel for your forgiveness, I’m sorry my Angel, I love you so much.” Her dulcet voice lulled you to sleep.

You’d give her more if she needed more, she was your Yelan after all.

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— 08. [A NÉVOA] ROSARIA X FEM! AFAB READER

Warnings : Bad habits (smoking, hot boxing), burning, car sex, implied strangers to fwb, NSFW (DNI IF YOU AREN'T 18+)

— You pumped your fist in the air as you did a silly celebratory dance for finishing college, finally realizing that it had been far too long doing papers and other requirements to simply get a job, you were exhausted, and the only thing keeping you going was the cooling patches stuck to your skin, calming the tense muscles as you exhaled a sigh of relief.

You had told your friends about it, and they all responded the same thing, "Why don't you try smoking weed?" or "I can hook you up with my plug if you like," the plug being the same maroon red haired lady with huge circles under her eyes. You turned down the offer a million times, promising yourself that you wouldn't do stupid shit you'd regret in college, but you're not in college anymore, so what's the worst that can happen?

You promptly texted your group chat, asking for their plug's number, and they all responded with the same number, dang she must be selling good shit. As you type the number and send a quick message, you shrug. You compose and delete the sentence many times, wondering how the heck you approach a woman selling weed.

You : Yo, can you hook me up? sent

You cringe as you sent the text, this was nothing like you, the feeling of guilt settled in your chest, a heavy feeling that you brushed away with, "It's okay, I deserve this.", you wait patiently, overthinking and biting your nails in the process, what if she thinks I'm some lanky bitch trying to be cool? you shake your head as you look at the screen, seeing she replied.

xxx-xxx-xxx : Aight, how much? where n' when do we meet? Sent

You : Behind the parking lot, local grocery store near "xxxxx", 10 pm. Seen

After you sent the text, she didn't respond, which you felt was a good thing because it meant less embarrassment. You consider what to dress, do you have to wear all black? or what? Is this even permissible? Oh no, you didn't check, you're so screwed, so you watch movies on your laptop to ease your nerve as you wait for the 4 hours to pass.

You go along the dark road, pepper spray and keys in hand, towards the small store not far from your dorm; you make sure you're in a discreet area, after all, you're the ideal student.

As you walk through the parking lot, you notice a matte black car, she's loaded for a plug you thought, and as you get closer, you notice a pale hand, nails painted black, and a joint placed between their pointer and middle finger, smoke emitting from it, and you pause, thinking that's so badass as the hand retracts, most likely to take another hit. You keep walking towards the car, oblivious to the piercing blank pupils peering at you from the side mirror, a smirk painted on Rosaria's dark painted lips.

You knock on the door to the shotgun seat, folding your arms to your chest and kissing your teeth as you wait for her to unlock the door; this is so humiliating you think, you don't even know how to smoke, this is the consequences of your own actions.

As soon as you hear the click, you rush into the car, sitting comfortably as you welcomed her, "hey, great to meet you." She gave you a low hum in response and handed her cash in exchange for a pair of joint wrapped in plastic, which you pull out and ask for a lighter, she willingly handed it to you.

You insert the joint between your plump lips, the dryness of your mouth causing the rolling paper to adhere to it. You wipe your sweaty palms over the surface of your sweatpants, holding a hand on the side of the joint to prevent air from entering and igniting it., "It's backwards, doll face." You hear a sudden voice, Rosaria's body was turned to you, one arm out the window as the other rested on the back of you headrest, her attention solely focused on you.

"Oh, sorry," you chuckled, feeling cold perspiration stream down your sideburns, your eyes widening as Rosaria snatched the lighter from your hands and tilted your chin to face her, placing her palm over yours, blocking the air as she lit your joint. Your first inhalation was completely humiliating, you choked and coughed while fisting your chest, that wasn't so good.

"To be honest, I- I really don't know how to smoke-", "I know." Rosaria responded immediately, you feel your cheeks heat up from the embarrassment, fuck it you thought, "Can you teach me then?" you ask her, a subtle shock painted her face as she took a hit, facing your direction, she's so beautiful through the smoke clouding the car,

"Sure, just softly inhale so you don't choke, close your throat for a few seconds when you take a hit, then let the smoke run down your throat," she rasped, this was the longest she had talked since you came. You performed what she thought you, Immediately getting a head rush. You collapse on your seat, facing the ceiling while you rub your temples.

"You okay?" She asks, she didn't want anyone passing out on her, you give her a slight nod as your bottom lip quivered, you weren't feeling this, you started regretting it but you suddenly felt a pack of mango juice being handed to you, "Thank you, does this help?" You ask, "It does for me." She replied, you poke the straw through the hole and gulped it. Your mouth felt less dry and you were ready to try again.

You look at her, inhaling and expelling the last of her joint, mesmerized by the image, which was so appealing? The song on her speakers turned you on even more, you felt a sudden high in your mind, your thinking clouded with lust, you rubbed your eyes, the car feeling too tight, too hot.

You started massaging your neck, down to your shoulders, feeling your skin heat up, you squeeze your thighs together, feeling your damp underwear, you blushed even more, this was just plain humiliating, and you just wanted to get out of this car and go back home.

You continue rubbing subtly your thighs together, taking a hit of your joint, you're slightly getting better and better at this, Rosaria finished hers, looking to you with tearful doe eyes and legs clamped together, she smirked, so you were one of those? She rarely ever get horny after smoking, most likely because she is used to it, but what about you? You didn't even try to disguise it, and even if you tried, you couldn't.

She grasped your thighs to keep them from grinding together, and you threw your head back, a tiny whine from your lips, at the sudden absence of sensation. Rosaria's nails dug into your thighs as she inhales the remainder of her joint, grabbing your chin and shot gunning the smoke through your mouth, you inhale, staring at your eyes for a silent permission, Both of your lips connected, gnashing hungrily as if they had been apart for a hundred years. You let out a moan when you felt her tongue slip into your mouth, exploring it like a starved woman.

"Get in the back seat," Rosaria commands, and you clumsily get in, dragging your sweats down your legs as Rosaria gets out of the car, opening the door to the back seat, suddenly pinning you down, "Stay like that." She grabs another joint, lighting it as, inhaling a large amount and hot boxing the car, the smoke engulfing the both of you, you lay in the back of her car, legs parted open, For a fleeting moment, you watched Rosaria's expression. There was a voracious look on her face, a dark lust swirling in her eyes that infected you. She runs her thumb down the outline of your sopping cunt on your cotton underwear, Rosaria's hands roamed your body, from your shoulder blades to your back and around to your waist. She wanted to touch every part of you. She wanted to taste every inch of you there was to taste. She wanted to feel you through and through, inside and out. This hunger erupted inside Rosaria as her hands grabbed hold of the hem of your shirt, lifting it over your head.

you try to breath but smoke enters your lungs as you choke, Rosaria quickly pressed her hand on your chest, "Shh, it's okay, inhale, exhale." You did what she told you, eventually calming down as you grind your hips in the air.

She chuckled at your desperation, dragging your panties down to your legs, she leaned down, licking a stripe to your cunt, you moan loudly, the high, the pleasure overwhelming you. She continues to eat you out, sucking on your swollen clit as you grind on her face, looking up at you, she enters you with one finger, lifting her head up as she she stares at you, grabbing her joint from the ashtray and inhaling, filling the car with more smoke, she gradually added another finger, scissoring you open, you hadn't had an orgasm ever since you started college.

"That feel good? grinding your legs together on my passenger seat like a bitch in heat, what a naughty girl you are." She coos as she painted your neck with love bites, biting down with force and flattening her tongue to sooth them, you clench on her fingers too hard, her fingers slipping out of you. "Such a tight pussy you have, I should tear you open hmm?" she teases, you nod eagerly, too high to even utter a word out. You open your eyes, looking up at her fucking you through the haze, a névoa.

She sets an even and fast pace, making you close your legs from too much pleasure, she grabs her joint, pressing it to your thighs, you feel your skin burn "It's hurts- hurts! hmm!", "I told you to keep them open didn't I?" you nodded, babbling like a stupid fucked out baby as she curls her fingers, abusing your g spot repeatedly, at this point, you didn't care, you scream and moan, "Agh! feels s' good!", she just laughs at you and your fucked out expression, you came with a loud whine, thighs shaking, bodies wet in perspiration, Rosaria goes back out, opening her windows as she goes and tend to you, helping you back in your sweats, placing a band aid to your burn and giving you bottled water, "Did I go too hard?" She asks, eyebrows knitting in worry, "Don' worry" You smile, a fucked out, high in the sky, faded smile.

"I'm taking you home, I doubt you can walk, that okay to you princess?"

"Hmh" You nod, quickly telling her your address before closing your eyes and drifting to sleep.

You wake up in your bed, dressed in your pajamas, checking your phone if you got any texts from her.

Wanna go again? Sent 3:04 am

You trash around your bed like a school girl, squealing and kicking your feet in the air.

Turns out, it wasn't something to regret after all.

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— 07. [INQUIETUS] G!P AYAKA X FEM! AFAB READER

Warnings : Mild exhibitionism, immediate closeness, breeding, girl penis, virgin reader, NSFW (DNI IF YOU AREN'T 18+)

— Winter choked the land as a pale, winter’s moon hung in the sky, an icy serenade, a coolness to bring out the warmth within.

Ayaka jerks up, her body drenched in sweat as her yukata falls down her shoulders, her body glistening with thick layers of sweat as goosebumps rise. Her chest heaves up and down; she had dreamed of you again, the fuzzy haze of your form, the proximity of your warmth, and the distilled clarity of your features invading their way into her consciousness; it had been far too long since you had entered her dreams, and then everything was suddenly about you.

The great lady of the Kamisato clan obsessed about some woman who continually comes in her dreams, a big painting of your face clothed in traditional garb and clattered with expensive accessories placed within the walls of the estate, certainly a sight to behold.

This long running issue had been constantly whispered among inazuman citizens, the reason why Kamisato Ayaka's status was unwedded is because she was waiting for a non existent woman, while some protrudes the lady as delusional or seemingly insane, some people believes that what Ayaka has is a gift, the ability to foresee the future lady of the clan, Although majority of Inazuma's population disagrees that Ayaka was "bound" to wed a woman, some thinks it's for the better, saying "Though Miss Ayaka is the eldest daughter of the Kamisato clan, she is very attentive to everyone's needs. She will personally take care of the most troublesome matters. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe that there are noble ladies like her! Therefore I have no problem of her marrying anyone." nonetheless, Ayaka was sure to wait for the woman of her dreams.

The lady rises from her futon, her sheets wet in perspiration as she changes into a tunic, grabbing a jug of water to drink down, she was growing agitated, Ayaka was craving for the woman who visits her dreams. The memories of her as a youngling, joking around the periphery of the estate overseen by her maidens, young Ayaka wouldn't usually do this, but she feels that she should at least have some fun instead of practicing calligraphy, or anything having to do with being the perfect princess she was depicted to be. Climbing up a tree all because the color of the Amakuno fruit was beguiling, her little hands grabbed for the fruit, she looked down and one of her maidens was attempting to seize her, "My lady! get down from the tree, I don't want her Grace on my trail, listen to me-" The distressed maiden yelled, her words stopped short by the snapping of the tree limb Ayaka was stepping on.

Ayaka opened her eyes to be greeted by the young you, sitting beside a stream with koi fish swimming around the green water, "My dame, are you alright?" The gentleness of your voice gave her solace, this confused the woman as her not knowing you, nothing hurt her whenever she was with you, the pain from her fall dissipating as you urged her to come close, your warmth enveloping her stature as you wrap your arms around her. She inhales and exhales, shutting her eyes with the stillness of nature, and suddenly the time ran longer and longer, till you grew up together within her head, her fantasies.

Ayaka took her sword, ready to protect herself at all times, and softly slid the Soji door open, exiting the estate as she marveled at the greens outside. As night fell, the blue and blue sky was speckled with numerous little stars. One by one, as though inviting visitors to the wide space. In the vast blue sea, the chaste moon floats like a silvery boat. She knew she wasn't allowed to be out late at night by herself, but her tolerance was wearing thin, and she could only take so much.

She wanders through the forest, her palm feeling the roughness of the damp grass, she inhales, the scents of wildflowers and earthy fragrances giving her a fraction of tranquility, oh how she was restless, where were you? What universe does she have to flip over in order to find you? Having to organize search parties, or tour the world, or suspend her duties, all because she hoped to see you someplace, simply enjoying a regular life while she suffered through depravity.

"Archons, please help me," she said under her breath. She raised her brows as she heard a shuffling, her fists tightening around her sword, "Whoever you are, expose yourself immediately, I won't be waiting." she orders, afraid, she was beginning to think coming outside for a breath of fresh air was a poor idea, especially for the lady like herself.

As she was forced to drop the blade, the sensation of stinging needles invaded her hands, her eyes becoming cloudy from, tears? Her legs weakened, driving her into a kneeling posture, the sensation of earth and rocks cutting into her knees as her shoulders slumped down, her neck twisted from straining to gaze up,

There you were, in all your splendor, your breath-taking face within her vision, dressed in a cotton white gown, a scarf wrapped around your head as you dropped the basket that was hanging from your elbow, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you eyed the woman in front of you, she looked of high status, you quickly did a curt, heavily setting an awkward aura around the both of you, "Uh- My lady, are you alright? Are you lost?-" You were interrupted as the lady glanced ahead, "Do you have any idea? How long, how long I've been looking for you? At the moment, there's nothing I want to do more than take you," she cried, surprising you. You were perplexed, archons, the situations you find yourself in.

"I apologize my lady, I don't think I understand what you mean, are you alright? please stand up, your knees are going to bruise if you keep kneeling down, A princess like you shouldn't get scars anywhere! it must be nice living such lavish life, huh?" You rambled, kneeling down, grabbing your basket as you gathered your things, a sudden force on your body toppling you down the bed of the forest, the woman was on top of you, her arms wrapped around your neck as she sobbed. "Are you truly fine? I won't know what's wrong with you if you don't talk."

"Are you always this friendly? you must get yourself in trouble all the time." She chuckled through her sobs, her arms tightening around you, what a peculiar woman you thought, you let her indulge herself, she was probably just feeling lonely, you hug her back, the same intensity as hers, you feel her shoulder shake even more, you untangle your arms from her body, thinking it was your hug that upset her.

She uses her hands to hold her body up, and there, you scan her face, she is unbelievably charming.

Her fair smooth skin, pointed nose and mauve doe eyes, lips tightly pursed together, cupid's bow so prominent you almost want to kiss it-

You thoughts were interrupted as her neck craned down, your lips clashing together, you felt a sudden surge of connectivity as you both hug each other tighly, "My name is Kamisato ayaka, you call me My dame, in my dreams, you were always there, even when I was a mere child, you were there, you grew up with me, I was determined to find you, I know you're bound to be my wife, a blessing from the Archons, the lady of the Kamisato Clan." She says as your face was painted with shock, "The Kamisato clan? I've heard, but I'm not from here My lady-"

"Ayaka, call me Ayaka." Her eyes pleading as you nod, you can feel her eagerness, an odd passion mixed with longing, you were perplexed more than ever, you were in her dreams?

"Ayaka, can we calm down, can you explain everything? I'm open to listen all night, just please explain." You beg as she gets off you, she starts by the beginning, and then slowly dragging on to the parts that you struggled to listen to, you never knew a person could be this, determined? Especially for a mere commoner like you, you explained, you explained to her how you're a nobody, that you are not fit to be a lady, hell, not even a maiden, that you're trying to run away from people who merely want to use you for your body, that you wonder the forest day and night because you had no home, you opened your basket, showing her that it contained a blanket, and some fruits you weren't certain if edible, you tell her everything, your life story, where you came from, you were hesitant at first, not having done this in a long time, you rarely talk to people other than yourself, not until she held your hand, assuring you that your safe, and you were fine.

"I don't care, please, as long as I have you with me, you're safe, I will put a roof over your head, feed you, care for you, even dedicate every penny I have for your needs, I don't mind, please just- just don't leave me please-" She pauses as you hold her hand, the unknown swirling in that captivating eyes of hers.

Suddenly, she pounces on you, your back hitting the blanket you had laid out for the both of you, she kissed your lips filled with longing, feverously, with need, she bit your bottom lip and dragged it out with her teeth, you never knew it could feel this good.

 The beautiful stars that shine in the sky, although not as brilliant as the sun, are not as clear as the moon, but they sprinkle the dreamy light into the world, turning the earth into a strange world, inducing people to explore the starry sky.

She trails kisses from your lips, down to your jaw, taking her time to savor the taste of your intoxicating skin, she inhaled your flowery scent, you liked picking flowers and grinding them together, dabbing some on your body, you maintained your hygiene, frequently washing your clothes in the streams as you take a dip.

She expertly works her lips to find your sensitive spot, she kisses just right under the spot below your ears as you let out a moan, you cover your mouth, embarrassed by the lewd sound you just let out, she breaths against your neck, making you release a pant, "Don't hide from me, I want to hear everything I'm doing to you, My dame." You heart throbs at the endearment, your cheeks feels hot, laced with a deep maroon, making Ayaka groan as she continue her attacks on you, painting your neck with love bites and marks, you were already smitten with her.

You feel your heat throb, as something lengthy and hard grind against your core, your eyes widen and as you were about to speak, "I- I'm sorry I didn't think it'd frighten you, we can stop-" She babbles, her jaw clenched as she looked away, you grab her face, staring in her eyes, your eyes tell her everything.

She pushes you back down, looking on your eyes for a silent permission as you eagerly nod, giving her the go ahead.

A dark expression painted her face as lust swirled in her eyes, she ripped opened your dress, you gasp as you only had a few to change in, " I'll buy you more." She explained shortly, kissing down your navel as her thumb swirls your overly sensitive nipples. she pinched and tugged on it as your back arched, your mouth opening into a wide "o" as you pant, your chest heaving up and down, she trails love bites along your stomach, nipping and sucking like a starved woman, she reached your wide hips, as she pushed her self up, sitting on her calves, she places her pointer finger along the hem of your cotton underwear, she bites her lip at the sight of your drenched pussy outlining your panties, groaning even more as there was already a damp spot coating the soft material, she trails her finger to the soft, thin happy trail you had, your stomach caving in as you feel your sensitivity increased even more.

"Please" You whisper, but she managed to hear it, she grins sexily as she rubs her thumb on the outline of your cunt, as you jerk from the foreign feeling, you cover your face with draping your arms on you face as your blush deepens, you let out loud moans from the delicious pressure on your cunt, you jerk your hips, Ayaka was confused from your over sensitivity, until it dawned onto her.

"You're- You're a virgin aren't you?" She asks, humiliating you further as you turn your head to the side and giving her a light nod.

She chuckles at your adorable reaction as she speaks, "Don't fret my dame, I'll prepare you really, really well." She gave you a grim expression, like a predator praying on it's pray before she trails hot, wet kisses along your calves, to your thighs, taking her time biting and nipping as you shake from the stimulations.

She reaches your cunt, the heat emitting from it making her dick throb almost painfully, she can feel it straining against her stomach, as she inhales and exhales trying to calm down, she grabs the hem of your panties, dragging it down to your thighs as she removes them.

You voluntarily spread your thighs for her, like a beautiful butterfly, " Oh, archons." She exclaims under her breath, the sight of your pretty pussy facing her, she looks up at you, eyes filled with love and affection before she dives in your cunt, her plump lips wrapping themselves around your swollen clit, you let out a whine and close your eyes tightly as you revel in the basking feeling of her mouth against your core.

You buck your hips into her mouth, greedy for the pleasure she was giving you, you feel the foreign feeling of something about to snap on your stomach, you pull her head up, her chin dripping down with your slick arousal, " My dame, come on, don't be frightened, give it to me." As she places her tongue back on your drenched cunt, your fingers finds its way into her hair, as white as now and as soft as a bird's feather, you clenched your eyes as the string snapped, you release a rather loud moan, as your cunt spasm around nothing, you heave, biting your lip in your futile attempt to catch your breath.

"You did so good for me darling, I think you are more than ready now." She looks up at you, wiping her chin with the hem of her sleeves as panic settles in your veins, "We don't have to if you aren't ready yet-" You interrupt her as you reply, " No!- I, I really want to do this with you, please, don't deprive me, My Dame." The endearment never fails to make Ayaka, the lady of the Kamisato clan, fall to her knees and almost praise you, she kneels as she drags the bottom part of her tunic, revealing her throbbing dick, tip flushed with pre-cum, you cower, eyes widening at the size, oh archons, she was blessed.

She rubs her thumb against your thighs lovingly, comforting you in a gentle manner,"Now, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you okay? I'll stop whenever you say so." She says as she give her cock a few pumps, her eyebrows knitting from her own sensitivity, she lines you her dick with your entrance, the heat from her tip in contact with your cunt sending you into overdrive.

"You're okay, we'll be fine, I'm here." She says as she lays on top of you, one hand clasped with yours, the other one guiding her dick inside of you, she pushes in the tip inside," Ngnn! It's hurts!" You say, "Shh, I'm here, it's okay, I'll be gentle hmm? Wouldn't want to hurt my princess yeah?" She says as she gives you a chuckle, easing your nerve with her calm demeanor.

She pushes in slowly, entering your pussy inch by inch, you bite your lips as tears fall down the side of your face, Ayaka looks at you with worry, kissing your tears away and whispering sweet nothings beside your ears, at last, she bottoms out, her length poking out your stomach, "Look princess, look how deep I'm in you." She says, slowing pulling out once you adjusted to her size, you let out a girlish moan, as she pulls out and trust it, her head slump down on your shoulder, as you clamp down on her cock, "You feel so good, You have no idea how long I've been waiting for you. I've been restless." Inquietus, She said as her thrusts increase in speed, the feeling of your cunt being filled, her tip kissing your cervix was enough to make you orgasm for the 2nd time, "Hold it darling, I'm almost there." She says as her thrust becomes even more futile, both of your soft moans combining, mixing in with the cold air as the rustling of trees fill your ears.

You feel her throb inside you as thick ropes of her hot seed enters your cervix, you clamp down her cock, throwing your head back and gripping the cloth under you, you both moan loudly as you feel the bump on your stomach, filled to the brim with her seed, the heat of the sun making an appearance, it's already dawn, archons.

You clench around her, seemingly milking her as she jolts, "Darling! don't- don't do that." She says as she gathers her strength to pull out of you, her seed dripping out of your cunt as she pushes it back in with a finger.

"What- What do I do, how do I clean up?" You ask as you sit up, your hands behind you to support your weight.

"Hmm, We are in need of a heir after all-" She breaks character as she laughs, you notice the way her eyes almost close when she laughs, her manerisms of placing her hands to cover her mouth, you laugh with her, hitting her chest playfully, it seems she wants a child with you, eager, eager woman.

She helps you back in your underwear, slinging your torn dress like a jacket before wrapping the blanket around you, she gathers your things, "Come home with me? I beg you, don't leave me please-" She begs as you loop your arms against hers, "I won't leave you, ever." You reassure her as you both make your way back to the estate, Ayaka grumbling about how you didn't get to sleep properly because she tired you out, blaming herself.

You give her a chuckle as you both arrive at the estate, a fairly large gathering of people outside, "My lady! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW WORRIED WE HAD BEEN? WERE DID YOU RUN OFF TOO, ALONE AT THAT?-" The maiden was interrupted as Ayaka stepped aside, showing your cowering figure to the audience, silence filled the area as one person bowed down, so did the others, "Oh- you don't have to do that please-" You stop blabbering as Ayaka held a hand to your shoulders, what the Lady said next made your jaws drop to the ground as she walks past by the crowd, hand tangled with yours,

"Please prepare for our wedding tomorrow, I need it done this instant."

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— 06. [REVENDICAREA] GANYU X AFAB! FEM READER

Warnings : Top reader, use of dildo, heavy jealousy, overstimulation, NSFW (DNI IF YOU AREN'T 18+)

— You and your girlfriend Ganyu are currently seated at a dining table with her coworkers; it is the anniversary of the company Ganyu was working for as a secretary; you are very proud of her and her job; however, she is sometimes overworked, and you are concerned about her health because you rarely spend time together.

All was well until one of her coworkers opened their mouth to say something, "Hey Ganyu, what's up with you and Keqing huh?" they asked, a hint of teasing laced in their voice as their eyebrows wiggled, cooed, and whistled erupts around the room as your mouth parted in shock, you were here, her girlfriend, literally sitting in front of them and they had the audacity to disrespect you? You couldn't believe it was happening as hot, boiling rage raced through your veins, you were outraged to the point of scratching your palm till the skin thins, you had heard a few things about Keqing, that she was Ganyu's business wife or other nonsense that didn't sit well with you.

You were enraged as the mauve haired girl spoke, dabbing the table napkin on her lips as she gave your girlfriend a long stare, making Ganyu blush at the sudden attention, you watched the whole exchange happen, clenching your jaw before hearing Keqing clear her throat, "Oh that's nothing, right Ganyu? Besides, her little girlfriend is here, we wouldn't want to make a bad impression, do we?" she said, sizing you up as she chuckled under her breath, what a bitch.

You straightened your blazer as you pushed the chair back a little too loudly, drawing attention away from the love birds to you, Ganyu's eyes widened a little, shocked at your sudden outburst, you gave them a tight lipped smile, your lips stretching in an odd way as you struggle to give them kindness, "I apologize, may I be excused to the bathroom? I might have drunk too much refresher." You said, turning around before they could give you a response, You walk into the bathroom, slamming the door shut as you wash your face with cold water, presumably hoping you could wash away all your wrath and shame, but it appears that those nasty, melting sentiments wanted to remain your company.

You flinched, clenching your fists, as a cold hand touched your shoulders. You see Ganyu's pretty face laced with concern and regret, nipping at her lips as if she was waiting and wondering if you'd finally lose control, thinking your patience could only last so long with a girl like her, but you couldn't and wouldn't.

You wash your face again, running your hand through your hair as you take a tissue paper to wipe your face clean. "Pack your shit, we're going home," you said as you walked passed Ganyu, seeing her reflection in the mirror, doe eyes filling with fat tears as she chews down a sob, pressing both of her fists to her lips before scrambling away, gathering her belongings and waving farewell, your heart breaks at the sight, it hurts you seeing her hurt, but it's been long since you attempted to feel your own feelings rather than hers.

She makes her way to the car, where you where waiting, finger anxiously drumming against the steering wheel, oh how you couldn't wait to go home, to punish her, claim her, Revendicarea.

She sits at the shotgun seat, both of her hands clenched together and put between her knees, her eyes concentrated as she didn't want to aggravate you any more, her chubby cheeks becoming even more as she tried to make her light blue turtle neck swallow her frame, she was so difficult to resist, so fucking difficult. you weren't really upset at her, you were much more angry with her coworkers than with your love.

You come home, getting a bottle of cool water from the fridge as you lean against the counter, removing your jacket, leaving you in your bra, when you notice your girlfriend approaching you, a heavy blush on her cheeks and her eyes sparkling with the unknown.

She stutters, before biting her lip and putting her hands behind her back, "I- I'm really sorry I didn't think they'd act that way-" You stared at her, your eyes dimming, jaw clenching as you grab her face, lips crashing together feverously, swiping your tongue against her bottom lip, she widens her mouth even more as she closes her eyes, your tongue exploring every crevice of her mouth, desperately wanting to taste her, to assure that she was still yours.

"You want to make it up to me huh? slut? you know what to do don't you? you want to be my good girl again? work for it." You said, gripping her hair as her eyebrows knot together, eyes filled with tears as she nods and heaves, every deep breath sending pleasure down her stomach to her cute little cunt.

"You're turned on by this? about me being jealous? have you taken a liking to me being furious?" You mutter harshly beside her face as her lips settle into a pout, before muttering a high pitched "No! I'll be good please, I promise I'll be a good girl-" You let go of her, allowing her to prepare, she knew what to do, she was your good girl before after all.

You watch as she makes her way upstairs to your shared bedroom, moving like a pathetic cum slut that wanted sex so bad, her alluring face looks so innocent but on the inside, she's just a cute little dirty girl that wants your dick every fucking time.

You let her do her good girl duties as you finish the bottle of water, flexing your tensed muscles as you make your way upstairs, purposely making the thump of your feet louder so she could hear it, as expected, you see your dirty girl on the bed, her pretty pink nipples perked up, back against the pillows as she uses her arms to raise her thighs, giving you a clear view of her glistening pussy, you walk towards her, the writings on her body becoming more evident, written in eyeliner was "Daddy's good girl", an arrow from her pussy to her thighs saying "Cum dump", a sly grin settled in your lips as you walk in front of her, Ganyu turning her head to the side, her cheeks with a heavy blush and a humiliated look on her face.

"Look at you, working so hard to be my good girl again, you want it so bad? you want daddy to like you again?" You coaxed as she nods her head frantically, a desperate look on her pretty eyes.

"Well too bad I don't like you anymore." You said malevolently, making your pretty baby cry fat tears down her cheeks, as a sob broke out her plump lips, "Why are you being so mean to me?" She questions, still sobbing but not letting her thighs go.

"Oh, look at you, you think I'm mean? whore I haven't even started yet." You said, as you moved closer towards her, grabbing her jaw and opening her mouth, " Stick your tongue out." You command firmly as Ganyu obeys, sticking her wet sticky tounge, rimmed with saliva, you run your thumb against her lips, collecting her saliva as you grab the eyeliner she used on the bedside table.

You place your thumb on the cute roll on her stomach where "Daddy's good girl" was written, smudging and crossing out the "good" as you write out another word, turning the filthy sentence into "Daddy's bad girl", "There there, don't you think that's a little more fitting? especially for a slut like you." You said, as her sobbing increased and her cunt drooling so much, you lean against her, wiping her tears, giving her faux affection, "Oh come on princess, don't cry." You said as she heaves in her futile attempt to catch her breath, she managed to stop the tears before you landed a harsh slap on her pussy.

She shouts, the high pitch tone placing a smile on your lips, "nghh- It hurts! m' pussy hurts, please!" She begs, as you land another slap on her thighs when she closes her legs, "Open." You command, the one word sending chills through her spine as she opens her legs once more, the slick arousal webbing against her plush thighs, she really is a dirty, filthy girl,

your dirty, filthy girl.

You run your thumb across her clit lazily as she jolts, her ample tits bouncing as she does so, you circle your thumb, agonizingly slow, making Ganyu release small breaths as her chest moves up and down, pushing her hips in for more friction as you land multiple slaps to her dirty cunt, making sure to target her swollen clit as her wetness splash everywhere, she gives you a loud whine, as tears flow down her reddened cheeks once more.

"Look at you Ganyu, whining like a bitch in heat, tell me what do you want?" You ask, a look of confusion settles in her face as she thinks your being a tad bit nice to her, she responds hoarsely, her throat scratched from her pathetic whining earlier, "wan' your dick inside me s' bad, please!" Ganyu whines pathetically as she grinds her swollen, spent cunt against air.

You chuckle at her desperation before nodding, grabbing your 9 inch strap as she gets on all fours like the good girl she is, but you didn't tell her that.

You grabbed her love handles as you vehemently rammed into her dirty cunt, her slick making it easy for you to enter swiftly, you pound into her as she cries and moans, "Feels.s'.good!" she says as she attempt to speak along with your futile thrusts, you arch her back, her plump ass raised high in the air as your thumb traces her stretch marks, looking at them made your pussy ache.

You bite your lip as you give her back shots, fucking her limp, she squeals as she feels her orgasm coming, reaching behind and pushing your pelvis in attempt to get you off her, but you tightened your grip on her sexy fucking hips as you thrust harder, the tip of your cock hitting her cervix, you look at Ganyu with half lidded eyes to see her trashing around in attempt to stop you, "stop! stop! please- ugh! feel s' good! mmh-!" she whines between heavy breaths, "Say the safe word ganyu." You mutter, as her cum rings on your strap, her head shaking as she signals you no, she won't say it.

You pull out of her, she groans at the lost of contact as you flip her onto your back, pushing her legs back to her chest as you push in her cunt, making her bite her lip and her eyes roll back, mouth shaped into "o" as she struggles to produce any sound, you bounce her on you, grabbing her nipples for further stimulations.

You kept trusting as you feel her shake so much as she pulls herself off, moaning so loudly and babbling like a dumb baby while drool runs on the side of her mouth, she lays sideways as she clenches her thighs, being so overstimulated as you fucked her stupid, struggling to form coherent sentences, she clenches her body, grinding her thighs together as she shakes, you give her a chuckle as you enter her once again, fucking her side ways, her mouth parted open as her tongue darts out to her lips, eyes rolling back in pleasure.

She comes once, and then another one and then one after another until she couldn't think straight anymore, pulling her hips up as you grind her back, you were sure your hand prints are gonna bruise tommorow.

"Shh, no running away, take it, take my cock like a good girl, so I can like you again, hmm?" You say as she nods her head.

She takes your strap like the good girl she is, you thrust faster as you feel your hips cramp, she claws your arm as her legs tremble and then she squirts on your stomach.

"Oh! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do that, I don't know what that is!-" You interrupt her as you feel your slick drip down your thighs, god that was so fucking hot.

"Do that again, on my face, sit on my face." You ordered, hesitance evident in her face, "Ganyu you're not gonna fucking suffocate me, sit on my fucking face." You said as she scrambles, sitting up as you lay on your back, she hovers over you as you trace circles on your clit, and one hand locking her thighs down, pushing her weight onto your face, she throws her head back, releasing a loud moan as you lap at her cunt, flicking on her swollen bud as she grinds on your face.

You place two fingers in her cunt, using your own slick as lubricant, as you hit her g spot repeatedly, tongue lapping on her clit as you feel her insides clench and squirts on your face.

"Fuck baby, such a good girl doing so good for me huh? Such a good princess you are." You coo as she slumps down the headboard, you sit up, making her sit on your stomach as you hug her, cradling her face into your neck before giving her kisses, and cuddles before you initiate a bath together.

You both get ready for the night, laying down in bed while Ganyu is sprawled out on your body, hugging her close. You kiss every part of her body, to her stomach and wide hips that makes your knees buckle and your mind run wild as you whisper against her pale, smooth skin,

"Mine, mine, mine, all mine."

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— 05. [OCEANUS] BEIDOU X FEM! AFAB READER

Warnings : Slight exhibitionism, use of dildo, vaginal penetration, oral, NSFW (DNI IF YOU'RE UNDER 18+)

— You'd just finished a fancy dinner with your family, finally introducing your fiancée, Beidou, it'd been a long time coming, it wasn't an issue to your family that you're bound to marry a woman, in fact, they were proud of it, Beidou was well off and a very admirable woman, she's loaded all because of a dubious job, all though you didn't really bother, you were apprehensive for her safety.

You had to fly on Beidou's private jet since your home town was in another country far away from Tel Aviv, where you and Beidou had decided to settle down, you loved your life there, being spoilt with lavish things and a good fucking almost every night, you were only staying home and being a good little house wife for Beidou, she had given you an option if you wanted to work, saying you had the freedom to do so but it wasn't needed, Beidou has plenty for even your third child to spend their entire lives.

After dinner, you both went home to your family's villa, where nearly half of your blood line was present, the great daughter of your parents finally being married off to, they were ecstatic for you, Beidou was enjoying your family's company, your father even initiating a drinking session with her, inviting men from your family, gathering around in a circle with guitars playing and jamming to random songs. You were relieved that Beidou was content; it had been a long time since she had decided to let loose, and you had to coerce her into it, wanting her to take a break from her demanding job.

You had just finished a conversation with your mother and aunties, which ended with your mother crying because she was afraid to let go of her daughter, you gave her a laugh and hugged her, saying you were tired and heading up to your bedroom where you and your fiancée will be staying, you took a shower, changing into a maroon Victoria secret night gown, the lacy hem reaching just below your ass, and applying lotion all over your body and heading to bed, you were tired from all the social interaction that you drifted off easily.

You awoke with someone shaking your body, you groan as you open one eye, assessing Beidou's brown hair falling over your face as she gives you a shit eating grin, you place a hand to your chest, shocked by the sudden jump scare, "Oh my god, love, what are you doing? it's three in the morning," you said as you sat up, looking at the clock and rubbing your eyes.

Beidou was out of her blazer, only wearing her pants and her maroon lace bralette, she shifted onto the bed, folding her body and hugging your waist, you kept your squeal in, she looked so adorable and peaceful, you heard her say muffled words, "What was that?" She finally looks up at you, a drunk blush littered across her tanned cheeks, "I'm really hungry." She says as she returns to nuzzle her face to your stomach, you chuckle as you asked her to come with you downstairs so you can fix her food.

You went downstairs with Beidou, she sits idle on the kitchen counter while you fix her pasta, you felt warm hands wrap around your waist as Beidou nuzzles her face into your neck, you give her a peck on the cheek, "I'm not hungry anymore," she said, "What about this pasta then? Come on, I know you're hungry-"

"I am, but not for pasta," she said, quickly turning off the stove as she moved you to the counter, carrying your weight by your waist as she sat you on the cold kitchen island, you gasping at the sensation of coldness and Beidou's warm hands roaming your thighs, "I know something that's far more fucking delicious than pasta." She said, her eyes darkening as she nips at your neck, to your breasts that's covered with a light cotton fabric.

"Beidou not- not here please! someone could walk in anytime-ugh!" You moan, throwing your head back as you feel something hard grind against your core, is this woman serious? she had a strap on this whole time!

"Ah! feel s' good!" You moan silently, grinding harder on Beidou's strap, she smirks at your neck, holding your hips down to prevent you from going further, you give her a whine as she chuckles on your desperation, "What do you want? tell me." you turn your head away, shying away, you couldn't utter those words! especially if a family member might hear you, it'd be so embarrassing, you try to pry your hips away, longing for friction, Beidou's hand stayed put, keeping your hips in place, you stare up at the woman, knitting your eyebrows together and biting your lower lip, hoping the pleading action will suffice.

"That won't work pretty girl, I need you to say it." She exclaims, her chest rising and falling due to the thrill you were giving her.

"Please, love I need it so bad." You whisper quietly beside her ears, your hot breath ghosting the shell of her ears, she bites her lips, closing her eyes tightly to regain her composure.

"Need what huh? I give you everything my darling, what more exactly do you want?" She asked, a teasing glint in her eyes as the side of her lips rose into a sexy smirk.

"Fuck please, I need- need your cock inside me please-" You whine, whispering lightly beside her ears, giving a hot wet kiss on the shell of it, you feel her shivers as a triumphant grin settles in your lips. "Please fuck me hard." You whisper, giving her the last straw as she abruptly rips the thin string connecting your panties together, you gave her a look that says "That pair was expensive!", she gave you a light chuckle, "I'll buy you another pair, or two." She said, you unbutton her pants, sliding it down to her wide hips as your met with the plastic cock that's far way too big to fit in you, you release a sarcastic laugh.

"Funny joke Beidou, real funny," You said as you lift your body up with your arms to jump off the counter, not until Beidou interrupted you.

"Where do you think you're going? You're taking this." She said, carrying you by your underarm as she places you back on the counter, "Come on, love you know that won't fit! It'll hurt so much." You frown, your eyebrows knitting together as a pout settles on your lips, you looked like you were in deep thought, Beidou laughs heartily, rubbing away the crease between your eyebrows with the pads of her thumb, "That's why my mouth is here, is it?" She says, that familiar shit eating grin on her stupid sexy face again.

You playfully smack her chest as she grabs your lips with hers, filling your mouth with her lingering tongue, exploring every nook of your mouth, you gasp into hers, the vibration disorienting her. She leaves a path of love bites down your neck, chest, and thighs. She nestles herself between your thighs, nibbling and sucking, you were looking forward to the marks tomorrow morning, your cheeks flushed as you drape your forearm over your eyes, puffing and heaving like a miserable slut.

You finally feel Beidou's hot tongue trailing down your slit, collecting the slick that had pooled in your needy pussy, you arch your back as you grab onto her hair, the gold clip holding her half up half down hairstyle falling into the tiles, making a loud clink sound, you clamp your hand to your mouth as you hear the thump of slippers, trailing towards where you two were, you try your hardest to pry Beidou off, she smiles into your pussy as she kept eating you out, your breath comes out staggered, as the feeling of thrill settles in your veins, you could feel you were close, you pushed Beidou's head away from your cunt, but she locks her arms around your thighs, pressing her face closer into your cunt.

You close your eyes shut, biting your lip till it drew blood. You hear the steps dissipating, sounding more and more distant until it's quiet once more, you release a heavy breath.

"Fuck-fuck you! you shouldn't have done that, stupid! someone couldn't have seen us!" You whisper shouted.

"But we didn't, did we not?" She smirks, letting out an annoying chuckle, you feel her slap the tip of her strap onto your clit, you jolt away from the sensitivity.

"Such a sensitive pussy, all mine hmm?" She asks, you nod eagerly as you pry your legs open, she chuckles at your pathetic attempt, legs shaking as you wait for her to push her cock into your needy cunt.

She teases your wet hole with the tip of her cock, pushing in but only a little bit, you bite your lips, closing your eyes as you held onto her shoulders, pushing your hips in, deep.

Beidou's eyes widened, as instinct, placing her palms to your mouth to muffle your strident moan, "Oh my fucking god, baby, what are you doing to me?" She mutters lowly, staring at where you two were connected. The strap bulging against your tummy, "Am I up to here?" She asks as she presses on it, you let out a mewl, urging her to go faster.

She places both her hands on either side of you, steadying herself, thrusting at a fast and even phase, you struggled to keep your tiny moans in as you hear Beidou grunt quietly, she keeps trusting in and out of you as you feel your orgasm invade your senses, mouth silently widening open, tears rolling down your cheeks, back arched as you attempt to catch your breath. She thrusts in even after you come, the strap reaching places you couldn't reach with your fingers, so deep like the ocean, oceanus.

She slows down, admiring your come on her strap, slapping the tip once more as you jolt, you try hit her in the chest again but she grabs your fist before you could.

"Let's go to bed, I love you, I can't wait to make you my wife.

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🧷 ナビゲーション NAVI.

— [規則] ʀᴜʟᴇꜱ ; ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴇɴᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴀꜱᴋꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴅʀᴀᴍᴀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀꜱ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ. ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ; ɪ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴏʀ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴘʟᴏᴛ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅ, ꜱᴏ ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴜɴʟɪᴋᴇʟʏ ᴛᴏ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ; ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ɪ ᴠᴀʟᴜᴇ ᴍʏ ᴍᴜᴛᴜᴀʟꜱ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛʟʏ. ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ʙᴜꜱʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴏᴜᴛꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀᴘᴘ, ɪ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʙᴇ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀꜱᴋꜱ. ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜱᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪꜱʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴏʀ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴘʀᴏᴠɪᴅᴇ ᴡᴀʀᴍɪɴɢꜱ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛɪᴍᴇ; ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ ɪɢɴᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜ.

[主列表] ; Masterlist

[柔術開仙] Jujutsu Kaisen

01. HEDONISTIC [MEI MEI X FEM R]

02. INVIDIA [MAKI X FEM R]

[原神衝擊] Genshin Impact

03. ANOTEROS [BAAL X FEM R]

04. AUREUS [NINGGUANG X FEM R]

05. OCEANUS [BEIDOU X FEM R]

06. REVENDICAREA [GANYU X FEM R]

07. INQUIETUS [AYAKA X FEM R]

08. A NÉVOA [ROSARIA X FEM R]

09. ALEA [YELAN X FEM R]

10. AFFASCINATA [YAE MIKO X FEM R]

11. PEDONE [FATUI HARBINGERS X FEM R]

PEDONE II [PANTALONE X FEM R]

14. ANCORA [BEIDOU X FEM R]

[隨機的] Random!

12. LURIDO [QUANXI X FEM R]

13. TERCEIRA [MIKASA ACKERMAN X FEM R]

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—04. [AUREUS] NINGGUANG X FEM AFAB! READER

Warnings ; Bad habits (smoking, drinking), food play, age gap, hand binding, Implied strangers to fwb, NSFW (DNI IF YOU'RE UNDER 18+)

— You sit straight, rigid posture against the cold leather chair at the club you were in, your college friends decided to loosen up and treat themselves after finishing your first semester, you decided to join them because you felt like you weren't living enough, nose buried in books and documents, you felt like you were restricting yourself too much.

Your thoughts were interrupted when your friend touched you on the shoulder and exclaimed, "Girl, this is your shot!" You smiled lightly as you took the shot from her and gulped it down, the repugnant burning sensation on your throat dissipating as you followed it up with a lemon slice.

You relaxed your tense muscles, sinking deeper into your seat and smiling, this isn't so bad, you thought, maybe you could even get laid tonight, you hadn't had orgasm in a year, you didn't have a lover or the time to self indulge, you did have toys, but if you had time for them, you spent it all feeling guilty.

You can feel the aura in the club tense up, the smell of sex and weed suddenly becoming more potent, the intimidating aura you couldn't shake was making you feel inferior, you see your friends eyeing people entering the club, you move your gaze to see what they're talking about, you were stunned, a group of women walking in, emitting such powerful aura you couldn't peel your gaze away, they were all comely, but your gaze was set on her.

She walks in, strutting down the club like she owns it, a briefcase in hand, she wore black pants and a black button-up shirt that was rolled up to her elbows and left appallingly open at her chest, revealing only a gold chain rather than much cleavage. She was tall and slender, but firm and fit beneath her clothes. Her ensemble was a blend of mundane and refined masculinity, topped off by a pair of black sunglasses with a gold frame. You appeared to forget yourself in that moment as her sharp jaw moved as she chewed a piece of gum.

Her hair was a flaxen color, a dusty blonde that cascaded down her shoulders. As she approached their VIP table, one hand casually resting in her pocket and the other swinging at her side. Her skin, which appeared to be naturally fair, had obviously been kissed by the sun, and her jawline, which was structured yet feminine, looked like it had been kissed by Mars, the god of war and masculinity himself.

You look her up and down and stare back at her eyes, you immediately look away as her wine eyes stared back at you, you cowered, feeling overly intimidated, you had wanted her so badly, the reason you didn't get a lover like your parents wanted to is because you knew you had a thing for women, your parents were too conservative for that news, so you decided to keep it to yourself.

She pulls her gaze away from what appeared to be a staring contest, your friends were now focused on you, noticing that you piqued interest and teased you on hours end about it, deep crimson blush spreading across your cheeks as you slumped your shoulder down, feeling like you didn't stand a chance from other women in the club, if she did like women, you wanted to know her name, so you decided to put on your big girl pants, strutting over to her seated in a VIP barstool, her friends were busy ordering drinks and picking up girls so you thought this was the best chance to make a move, your friends supportive as they can be while being intoxicated.

For a second, you hesitated, you didn't expect to be so fucking intimidated as soon as you're 5 steps away from her, you wanted to back out but as soon as you tried to step back, her gaze had been planted onto your quail figure, the woman shifted in her seat, sliding down to sit a bit casually. She took her hands from her pockets and rested them on her slightly spread knees, the woman's wine eyes was much more prominent against her black tinted glasses, the sharp fox eye like pupils feeling like she was appraising your sins. You were impressed by the woman's tremendous beauty, which was strangely obscured by the spectacles that sat on her face. Her face was flawlessly beautiful, her skin flawless and naturally sculpted. It was clear that the only cosmetics she used was on her eyes, with the rest being her natural beauty.

Everything about her, from her enticing eyes to her chiseled face structure, creamy neck, supple lips, and flawlessly arched eyebrows, contributed to her domineering aura that forced you shift from your standing stance. You observed her fingers were encrusted with gold rings, most likely far more valuable than your life, a slew of piercings in her ears with gold dainty earrings, and a tattoo in red ink slightly protruding out her sternum.

A small smirk played on the woman's lips, one that was amused at how embarrassed the you were always was even in the mere few minutes you had been around her, "Need anything?" Her chilly voice asked, you collected your shit before answering, "Your name." You answered snakingly, your saliva suddenly gathering in your mouth, sliding down your throat, forcing you to swallow miserably.

"So she talks, for a second I thought you were going to assess me till our time ran out." She answered, so confident and composed, obviously contemplating and analyzing her words before speaking, a powerful woman's stance.

"On occasions such as this one" you answered, laughing. She looks you up and down, taking a big breath before replying.

"Ningguang," she continued, scanning your face for expressions.

Even her name is hot for fucks sake.

"You think so?" She had replied, your eyes widening and your hand moving to cover your lips, you had said it out loud, had you already ruined your chances? You wondered how foolish you are.

"How about you? what's your name?" She asked, and you willingly gave her your name.

"So, what's a golden girl such as yourself doing here?" She asked, she think's your golden, Aureus. removing her sunglasses from her eyes, folding it and slinging it to her blouse weighting the fabric down, allowing you to see more of her tattoo, it slightly symbolized a phoenix.

"Well, a girl has to have fun away from her obligations, how about you?" you inquired.

"Same as you," she said, her response brief but enough for an explanation.

"What do you do for a living? I'm pegging you for a lawyer" you inquired again, hoping to extend your chat.

"It appears you have a keen eye, don't you?" she teases, you guessed it, she was a lawyer, a very sexy one that makes you want to commit little crimes.

"So, any lovers?" You said, feeling invasive, but wanting to know so that if you ever had a chance, you weren't a side piece.

She chuckled, finding your forthrightness entertaining; it was evident you hadn't done this in your life, "No, no, I do not have time, how old are you?" she asked and you mused, and it appears you both are on the same page.

"I'm 19 and very legal," you responded, certain that you were permitted to do anything you wanted in moderation. "How about you?" you inquired.

"I'm 25," she replied, and you stared at her, mouth open, for she looked a lot younger than that.

"Would you like to get out of here?" you asked, a little too boldly, the alcohol in your system serving as your bravery, and she smirked as if she was waiting for it, standing up and grabbing her briefcase and your hand on the other, dragging you out the club, not bothering to say goodbye to her acquaintances.

She leads you to the parking lot, bringing you to her fancy sports vehicle; you're not unfamiliar with the materialistic items she possesses; you're a material girl yourself, grateful for your possessions, you weren't guilty of spending your parents' money because of their hard work. Your parents tried their hardest to lavish their only daughter, but you're more compassionate and explained that you didn't need most of the fancy items they bought for you.

She unlocks the shotgun door, assisting you to sit, while she gets into the driver's seat and drives to what appeared to be a condominium.

She took you to the elevator, furiously hitting the button to close the doors, and as they were closed, she shoved your back against the cold metal, you gasped at her quick move and looked into her eyes, driven by lust, too fucking driven by want.

You hold her collar, pressing your lips firmly against hers; she smiles against you, pleased to be on the same page as you; you feel her bite and nibble at your lower lip, eliciting a breathy moan from you; she caresses your breasts through the fabric of your dress, both of your eyes laced with lust.

"Oh fuck, Ningguang, the door is going to open!" You tapped her furiously, the lady busy kissing your neck with hot wet kisses.

She didn't say anything as she took you out of the elevator, quickly swiping her key card in and closing the door, slamming you against it, and you gasp at her aggression, but you like it regardless.

She pulls your dress up to your hips, the black satin fabric bunching up around your waist, displaying your black and gold lingerie, and you shy away, suddenly ashamed by your appearance.

"Ooh, looking to get fucked tonight huh?" she teased, "Well, I'm happy it's by me darling," she said, her hot breath ghosting over the shell of your ear.

You feel her hands roam your chest, placing her hand under your dress, palming your breast once more as her other hand toys with the hem of your panties, your legs giving out due to the heels you were wearing, she steadies her hands, supporting you with her strength as she gropes you, her fingers twisting your flushed nipples, you whimper, placing both of your palms against the door, the room was mundane, fancy warm yellow led lights being the source of light, it added to the sex appeal, You felt weak as you felt Ningguang trace kisses on your nape; she had located your weak spot so quickly.

"Oh, did my girl enjoy that?" she questioned, her breath tingling your nape, you groan as you cover your nape with your palm, she was driving you to fucking insanity.

"Please" You begged, hoping you get your point across.

"Hmm? what does my sweet girl want?" She asked, of course she had wanted you to beg, she wasn't gonna give you want you want easily.

"Please, touch- touch me please, fuck please." You beg, you frustration driving you into overdrive. She gave you a dulcet chuckle, finding you so amusing she wants to keep you for herself.

"Touch where? My darling I'm already touching you, what more do you want?" She asked again, you groan, your frustration catching up to you, you were short tempered.

"Please- touch my, touch my pussy." You begged, hiding your face away from the seductive woman on top of you, her tits touching your back.

She carried you in bridal style, you squealed because you weren't expecting that, she throws you into the bed, staring at you, hair and blouse disheveled, lips swollen and bruised from making out, she palms her hair, she was too, going fucking insane, your sight alone makes her want to destroy you, such a pretty toy to use.

She removed her belt, along with un-buttoning her blouse, you bite you lower lip at the seductress putting a show on for you and you only, she lets her blouse fall off her satin shoulders, pale skin flushed with a slight pink tint, she was flawless, so fucking perfect that you wanted to thank the gods and kiss their feet for giving you a chance with the goddess.

"Hold it and sit still, don't fucking move," she said, leaving you with your frustrations, you huff, running your hand through your hair, fuck you couldn't calm down, your heart racing like a rabbit, thumping against your rib cage, the sight of the woman walking back, carrying something, cherry ice cream?

You wondered as she pressed your back against the bed, wrapping a satin cloth around your eyes, oh fucking hell, you knew, you knew what was going to happen.

You felt the cold substance touch your nipples, you gasp at the sensation, every nerve ending on your body screaming for her, she trails the cold spoon along with the cold sweet treat down to your stomach, your abdomen caving in as your chest heaves in a futile attempt to catch your breath, she trails until she reaches the top of your clit, not directly on it.

"Look at you, you look so delicious, now tell me, does a plate talk? they don't right? I need you to shut your mouth, alright sweet girl?" she exclaims, as you close your lips together to prevent further frustrating the woman.

Finally, fucking finally, you feel her lick away, hot tongue darting onto your stiff nipples, you gasp, shutting your lips right away as you remembered her order, you chest, to your abdomen, and on the top of your cute cunt, you release a pathetic huff, puffing your cheeks as Ningguang laughs at your adorable frustrated state, you feel hot tears brim your eyes, you feel her blow air to your cunt, you try to pry away but she locks her arms around your supple thighs, you release a moan as she licks your pussy, the delicious pressure of her tongue making your mind fuzzy and your toes curl.

"You taste so good, so good fuck." Ningguang whispers belows you enjoying her treat, your tight little cunt clenching down on nothingness, "Does my pretty baby want a finger or two?" She asked, it felt to good to be true, you babble stupidly, nodding your head at the proposition.

You release a loud moan as you felt her fingers enter you, your slick making it easy for her to slip a finger in, she slowly trust in and out, tounge flicking against your stiff clit, oh sweet, sweet torture.

You moan and shout, Ningguang didn't mind anymore, she liked hearing how pretty you sound, moans of her name and desperate cries fall from your lips with each thrust she gives you.

Your pleas of repeated begging turned her on, she pulls away and you whine at the sudden lost of contact, "Calm down baby, calm down." She warns, you hear her shuffling out of her pants, the blindfold in your eyes making it difficult to determine what she'll do next, adrenaline racked through your veins as you tilt you head back, you felt Ningguang hold your thighs, situating her self in between your legs.

You felt every pleasure your body could produce as you felt her bare cunt grind against yours, you badly wanted to remove your blindfold to see her heavenly body, "Please, can I remove my blindfold, wan' see you please." You begged, she chuckled as she places her pointer finger underneath your blindfold and tugging on it, tugging the loosely tied ribbon away, your eyes adjusted at the dim lighting, staring right at Ningguang, her hips thrusting onto yours, slick mixing together as strings of profanities spill from her sinful lips, you grind back, the same ferocious force tipping you over the edge, ningguang placed two of her fingers in your mouth, trusting in and out as drool falls from your mouth all the way down to your chin, Ningguang stares at you, so ruined, messy and just a stupid baby for her.

"Ah! fuck, m' cumming, cumming-" Ningguang bites her lower lips, grinding harder to bring you to your high, "Oh yes pretty girl, come for me, so pretty when you come." Ningguang cooed, a single trail of sweat dripping down her sternum, body shaking and writhing pathetically as you squeal her name while you come. So messy and filthy all for Ningguang. She watches you as she feels her high come over her, she grinds harder at your sensitive cunt, squealing like a pathetic dumb baby from the over stimulation.

"You okay baby?" Ningguang asked, pulling away from your state of a babbling mess, you nod at her, staring up at her with wet lashes, she cleans you up with her tongue and finalizing with a warm wet cloth, you jolt at the pressure on your spent pussy, "Shh, I'm just cleaning you alright?" She said, her eyes focused on your pretty sopping pussy.

After she did what she had to do, she laid down with your tired body, pulling a pre rolled herbal blunt from the golden case she had them in placed on the bedside, lighting it with a lavish lighter, you get up, sitting on her stomach and your bare cunt on her abdomen, you take the wine from the bedside and downed it as she smiles at you as she hits her smoke, inhaling and breathing out through her nose, she looks so fucking hot, you lean in, "Can I try that?" She smiled, her chest vibrating up and down from her chuckle, "Alright, careful." She warned as she guided the blunt on your swollen lips, you take a hit, inhaling the smoke before releasing it through your lips, "Ah, beginners luck." She teased as you playfully hit her chest, she inhales once again, pulling you in and shotgunning the smoke through her lips to your mouth,

You inhaled, staring at her wine eyes, you smile and give her a peck in the midst of the haze that consumed the both of you, your tiredness catching up to you.

You lay your head on her chest, once the night is over, you have no problem disconnecting but,

Are you both on the same page this time? Was it the same for her?

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— 03. [ANOTERÓS] BAAL X FEM! AFAB READER

Warnings : Dacryphilia, Infidelity, exhibitionism, fingering, oral, heavy dominance, use of degrading nicknames, NSFW (DNI IF YOU'RE UNDER 18+)

— You check your wrist watch, 12:38 AM, and yawn as you try to rub the tiredness from your eyes. It's midnight already, and you're still slaving away at work, this new project taking its toll on you.

Ei, your boss has been tough on everyone this week, but especially on you; she has summoned you to her office a thousand times to change something on the documents, even if it's just a font change or font size. It irritated you to the core; why was she being so cruel?

You sat in your chair, your only source of light a warm, yellow, relaxing aura emanating from your desk lamp. You relaxed as you swiveled your chair, taking in the night city view.

Your boyfriend had paid you a visit earlier, much more generous than usual, bringing you your favorite coffee and delicious foods, as well as a bouquet of flowers, your brows knit together as you felt the feeling of something unknown, it brought chills and trepidation spreading along your abdomen, something was wrong and you could feel it in your gut.

You're lost in your thoughts when you hear the notification on your phone: Ei, your boss has sent you a message.

From the most heinous creature in the entire universe:

Come to my office.

You laugh at your nickname for her contact and wonder what the fuck you did to irritate her for the billionth time. You tidy up your desk a little and bring a document that you meant to submit to your boss earlier but didn't have time to do so. As you walk out of your office, you reflect on how fortunate you are to be a hard worker who has risen to a high position in the company and has your own office.

You get into the elevator and dial up to the highest floor; you were 15 floors below her. When you heard the elevator ding, you saw her mundane office, unilluminated and tidy, and you shivered at the coldness of her air conditioning, wondering why it was on when it was raining heavily outside.

You remained frozen on your feet outside the elevator door, your gaze fixed on the incomprehensible beauty seated in front of you, she was dressed in a white dress shirt with a black leather harness going over her chest and shoulder, you couldn't see what she was wearing beneath, hidden by her desk, her long deep violet hair braided resting on her back.

You remain motionless until Ei's disdainful violet eyes dart at you from her computer.

"Do you know why I called you over?" Her cold voice spoke, and you shivered again, feeling as if the room had become extra cold.

"No, if I had known, I would have done what you told me to do-"

"Did your parents teach you to respect people of higher status than you?" She retorted, a vein popping along her creamy slender neck, she was pissed and you knew, you're the only one who speaks to her like this because of your head strong personality, you wouldn't let her treat you like nothing even if she has a higher position than you, you couldn't care less, respect goes both ways.

"No, they thought me that respect goes both ways, If you continue to treat me ineptly, I'd be glad to leave your office." You responded, oh how you made her blood boil, she had kept you around because she found your personality challenging, she had never met such an insubordinate person.

"I don't have time for your bullshit attitude, you think you're better than everyone? you think you're so observant but you don't fucking know everything, that's probably why you're not aware that your dear boyfriend is fucking other girls," you stare at her mouth parted.

"Don't you think it's hypocritical that you think I know everything when you're the one with a superiority complex, don't dig into my relationship because you. don't. know. shit." You reacted, you were wrathful, how dare she, how can she say such things?

She slid her phone through her desk after scanning your angry stance for what seemed like an eternity, a sly smirk appearing on her beautiful fucking face. You see your boyfriend shamelessly bending someone over in a public bathroom sink, hot tears brimmed your eyes as bile rose in your throat, and you felt defeated, inferior.

You were dumbfounded, you wanted to trash around from the flame that was ingesting your heart, you can feel heat spreading across your ears and neck, oh you were fucking acrimonious towards your ex-boyfriend and the incommodious beauty in front of you. She rose from her seated position, exuding such authority that you cowered.

"Are you mad? Are you angry? I'm sure you want to cry and shout right now; don't be afraid, go ahead." She said teasingly.

You held your ground, biting your lower lip to keep the tears at bay; you are not about to cry for the goddess in front of you, you will not-

She raised a hand to cradle your cheeks, the warm pads of her palm bringing you comfort, and you felt safe, and there you cried, and you cried until your tears turned to blood.

When you opened your eyes and saw Ei's triumphant grin, she wiped your tears away with the pads of her thumb.

You were dumbfounded as she drew your face closer to hers, kissing your hot tears away, and you stood there stunned as she drew away, why was she acting so strangely? You couldn't ignore the heat in your abdomen, or the arousal between your legs; you couldn't, and you shouldn't be feeling this way.

"You're so pretty when you cry, I can do better." she said, her voice a little lower than usual.

"What do you mean?" you inquired, looking up at the tall woman, your gaze only reaching her shoulder due to her tall stature.

Ei felt something pooling inside of her as she looked down at you with your big doe eyes, tears dripping down your lashes, and the tip of your nose red from crying.

"I can be a better boyfriend than him; I'm far ahead of him; I'm higher than him," she was correct; and you couldn't deny that she's far more superior, higher than him, anoterós.

You looked up at the woman, unable to resist such temptation; it felt as if the Gods carved Ei personally for you, to test your resistance, your self-control.

You grabbed her face, brought her lips down to yours, kissed her passionately, felt her hands wrap around your waist, bringing your hips closer to her, you grind on her, desperate for friction, slick pooling on your underwear. She led you to the glass wall without breaking your heated kiss, pressing your back against the wall, the entire city could probably see you, but you didn't care, you were thrilled, feeling something you hadn't felt since you dated your ex boyfriend.

Her hands roam your body, beginning with your breasts, and you let out a breathy moan as you feel her palm on your breasts. She pulls away, drinking in your state, you were so pitiful, so small and insignificant, tears half-dry on your face, swollen lips from biting and making out, a single trail of sweat running down your neck. She wanted to break through that façade you put on for others; she can and will.

She snatched both of your wrists, crossing them and pinning them above you.

"If you move them, I'll stop, I don't care if I leave you wanting, I will do it, don't defy me," she said authoritatively, and you bit your bottom lip and nodded at her. She gave you a fake grin, her hand caressed your cheeks, and you leaned into it until she slapped you hard.

You gasp, your mouth parting wide open, and for a split second, you saw a foreign expression flash across her electrocuting eyes: concern.

She was about to ask if you were okay, and that she had just gotten carried away, when you broke out in a beautiful grin.

"I always knew you were such a kinky slut," Ei said, a rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins. She snatched your white collar, dragging it down with unfathomable force, all your buttons popping off as your deep purple bra came into view; you had decided to wear a matching set solely for your own amusement.

"Look at you, you're usually so obstinate, but now you're so pathetic, so compliant, are you such a whore for me to the point of surrender?" she asked, brushing her lips against yours, her pointer finger dragging your brassier down, revealing your hard nipples, she presses into them before you could respond, only managing a pitiful moan.

"Yes, touch me, I need it, I need it so bad," you whine, begging her to touch your needy cunt.

"Are you ordering me? Who are you to do that, huh?" she said with an evil grin, and you knew she wanted you to beg, so you did.

"Please, please touch me, I need you so badly." You said breathlessly, looking up at Ei, wanting to touch her so badly, but you couldn't, so you made your best pleading eyes to persuade her.

"Hmm, alright, I guess I can," she said with a girly chuckle.

She dragged her hand down your plump lips, to your hard nipples that could cut diamonds, she lifted your skirt that hugged your hips, ran a hand down your plush thighs, and finally to your wet pussy. You couldn't help but be responsive, you moaned and clenched your pussy around on nothing while she placed slow teasing circles around your clit, her nose on your neck inhaling your perfume, she couldn't help but bite your neck, moving her mouth to your breasts and making her love marks, all while her fingers slowly circling your clit, antagonizing slowly.

"Please go faster, put your fingers inside please- fuck," you beg, your hips circling her fingers to seal the delicious pressure against your stiff clit. She didn't say anything but yanked her hand away.

"No, please fuck, what did I do?" you said, still keeping your arms raised.

"You're driving me insane, I hope you know I'll fucking ruin you." she exclaimed as she grabbed your arms and turned you around with force, your ample breast pressing against the wall, your sense heightened, feeling the coldness of the glass to the hand that's about to enter your pussy.

She slid one finger into your cunt, your slick making it easy for her to push a finger in, she steadied her wrist, setting a delicious pace thrusting in and out of your pussy, you moan and whine until tears filled your eyes.

"Another one, please, add another-" You begged, you whined as Ei curved her fingers, immediately hitting your g spot, your back arched as you placed both of your palms against the glass, your face pressed against it.

"You're such a whore for me, look at you, you don't even care if the whole city sees me fucking you, but I'm sure you don't mind as long as you get fucked by me, right?" she asked, Ei is dazed by your fucked up expression, so sweet and pitiful. You shouted a loud yes, bringing a smirk to her lips.

You feel your high approaching, urging Ei to go faster, and she did, your slick dripping down your legs and Ei's knuckles making lewd sounds, she hits your g spot again and you moan loudly, pleasure taking over your entire body as your legs begin to give out, you revel in the feeling of coming after months of not being able to.

"Hmm, what a slut, coming on my fingers like that," she mocks, pulling her fingers out of your grip and sucking them. You look at her in astonishment, taken aback by her shift in demeanor. You get to your feet and straighten your back, trying your best to fix your skirt and close your dress shirt.

"I'm not fucking done yet, sit on the damn chair." You did your best to walk over the chair with wobbly legs, and once seated, she pried your legs open and got on her knees, she was going to eat you out, you're about to pass out for fuck's sake, and she's still indulging herself into your sweet tiny pussy.

You flinched when her hot breath ghosted at your cunt and her warm tongue running down your slit, cleaning up your arousal, she sucks on your clit and you can't help but trash around, gripping the head rest just above you, she grips your thighs and places them over your shoulders as she continues to eat you out like a starved woman.

You feel another orgasm approaching, you grip her shoulder, only managing to let out pleading whines, she looks up at you, mouth agaped, your chest rising up and down, your breath shallow and staggering, your energy spent, she keeps thrusting her tongue inside you as you ride out your high, back arching more as you squeeze Ei's head with your thighs.

You calm down, Ei rising to her feet and looking at her alluring creation, you in her chair, legs wide open with your sopping pussy in view, your cum dripping out of your hole and her love bites and hickeys trailing down your neck, breasts and thighs as you stare up at her with half lidded eyes, you managed a tiny smile before passing out, tiredness catching up with you.

"I'm taking you home, okay?" she said beside your ears, which you managed to hear before falling asleep in the comfort of darkness.

Ei grabbed wet wipes to clean you up, wiping her mouth and chin, messy with your slick before gathering her belongings and carrying you to her car, where she buckled your seatbelt and pulled away, staring at you.

"He doesn't deserve you, but I do."

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— 02. [INVIDIA] MAKI ZENIN X FEM! AFAB READER

Warnings : AGED UP CHARACTER, Heavy jealousy, spanking, vaginal penetration, use of strap on, use of degrading terms, heavy BDSM play, NSFW (DNI IF YOU'RE UNDER 18+)

— Your friends are having a little too much fun watching you drunk as you dance on the dance floor. You weren't always a party girl, but for your birthday, you decide to let loose. Through the red haze of the club you were at, you felt the essence of sex and alcohol, and you felt almost all of the attention on you, wearing a burgundy dress with lace details.

You dance carelessly, not caring if your thin sleeves are sliding down your skin, your dress is riding up your plush thighs, you didn't care, you were too tempestuous all because your lover was missing in action, your phone tightly clasped in your hand waiting for a silver of notification from her indicating whether she'd be overworking herself to death, or prioritize her lover.

You felt a presence behind you, warm hands on your waist, you get a little enraptured expecting Maki, you look over your shoulder but see your friend instead, you were disappointed but smiled nonetheless, at least your friend group was here with you instead of ditching such occasion. You hear the music change to a sensual tune, you start swaying your hips to the beat, your ass almost grinding at your friend, and you see flashes of light from your laughing friend's devices, recording the fleeting moment.

The shots you took earlier seized your veins, you discern intoxication spread throughout your body. You hear a familiar voice, but your inebriation prevents you from identifying who it is.

"Who the fuck let her drink this much?" a resolute voice asks. You look to your friend's booth, your eyes were blurry but you could see them looking at each other, seemingly looking for someone to blame, you feel rough calloused hands grab your elbows, now that the person was closer, you make out their features, their beguiling features, Maki, your lover was in front of you, incandescent expression painted her face.

"My baby! I can't wait for you to see what's underneath this dress!" You giggle drunkenly, taking her hands and attempting to run them down your body, looping your arms through her neck and inhaling her scent. She pulls you back, her face astonished at your sudden bravado.

"You're done, you're leaving with me," she says as she drags you out of the club. You're starting to regain some of your sobriety. You examine her, her suit fitting her body, rings adorning her dainty hands, her hair messy from running her hands through it, and her glasses perched on top of her pointy nose. She opens the car door to her slick black m5, you get in, your shoulders slumped from the pitiful aura, and she gets into the driver's seat as her ringed hand begins driving to her penthouse.

She slides her key card into the flat, escorting you inside.

"Take your clothes off, I'm going to run you a fucking bath," she says angrily.

"Why the fuck are you angry? you ditched my birthday, I'm supposed to be angry!" You retorted, her void obsidian eyes and luscious lashes that almost touched her arched thin eye brows staring back at you, she walked into the large bathroom and turned on the bath tub.

You got all your clothes off just in time before she came back out; she leaned against the arched door frame of the bathroom, tilting her chin, signaling for you to enter the bath, which you did carefully, trying not to split your head open. She walks after you, applying her coconut vanilla shampoo to your hair, tugging and pulling as if she were doing it on purpose.

"Stop being mad at me, you can't be mad at me," you said as your bottom lip wobbled, the tiniest trace of alcohol in your system sending you into an emotional meltdown. The coldness of the bath restored almost all of your sobriety. Her sharp eyes were fixed on yours, her hands still clasped tightly around your hair.

"You didn't think I'd be mad when I found out you went out with your friends before I could, gave someone a fucking lap dance in front of the entire club, someone I'm particularly not fucking fond of, did you? Huh?" Her eyes filled to the brim with jealousy, invidia.

"Get the fuck up, get the fuck up!" Maki said, stepping out of the tub and raising both arms for Maki to wrap the towel around you. She carries you in bridal fashion, throwing you down the king-sized bed, opening the bedside table, oh fuck, taking out silver metal cuffs, walking over to both sides of the bed, taking the matte black chains attached to the canopy bed, she stares at your eyes for permission.

"Go ahead, baby," you say, nodding. Maki grabs both of your arms, locking the cuffs around them separately, and raises both of them, hooking them on the chains. You gently tugged on the cuffs, measuring how tight they were, but you didn't budge an inch.

"Not a fucking chance." Maki muttered lowly, her voice dropping an octave lower. She takes out a spreader bar and loops it around both of your feet. You can feel the heat of the situation, your little pussy aching and begging for attention.

She then walks out of the room, leaving you alone with your confusion. You feel your wetness drip down your pussy, you try to close your legs for friction, "Oh fucking hell!" you exclaim, stunned as the spreader bar expands the space between your legs, fuck.

"Are you such a slut for me that you display your cunt for me? The more you move, the more it expands, better be a good bitch for me tonight huh?" You look up at Maki, she was out of her blazer and pants, her black lace underwear and her white dress shirt left slightly open, the outline of her pierced nipples making an appearance, her tie undone hanging loosely on her neck. The dragon tattoo on her thighs, along with some litter tattoos, turned you the fuck on, she smirks to herself, seeing your reaction.

You look at her hands full of things, you close your eyes tight before opening them again to check if you're being delusional, but no, you look again and see a vibrator, a strap on, and a paddle with a heart-shaped hole. You felt your breath stagger, and you couldn't tell if this was a gift or a punishment.

"I wonder what should I use first?" She asks you mockingly. "I bet that no matter what I use on you, you'll be grateful, no?" She asked again.

"Yes- I'll be good for you mommy please-" She places a ringed finger on your plump limps, so red, so angry from biting. She walks over to you, placing nipple clamps on your stiff nipples. You bite your lip to prevent a pathetic moan. You looked so pretty and pathetic, pretty nipple clamps on your breasts, a chain connecting them together.

"I wish you could see yourself, you're such a people pleaser, look at you begging me to destroy you, as much as I like you being such a pathetic slut, I'll fucking wreck you anyways." She released a hoarse chuckle, she grabs onto the bar attached to your legs, flipping you on all fours with her far-fetched strength, the chain twisting with you as you do so.

A loud slap echoes across the room, and you let out a moan and a gasp, your back arching. You feel the paddle sting your ass cheeks, and your first instinct is to rub it, but you're chained, so Maki does it for you. She hits your ass with the paddle yet again, and again, and again.

You established a safe word when you both realized what you were into, your eyes fill with tears as you feel the euphoria of pain and pleasure. "You like that slut?" She asked.

"Yes please thank you mommy-" She hits you ass again, rubbing on it, she looks at your sore ass, proud of her work.

She takes your favorite vibrator, turning it on to the lowest setting, the slow, mild frustrating pulse on your clit bringing tears to your eyes.

"Please mommy, I need more please-!" "Are you sorry for what you did? are you sorry for being such a slut?" Maki cooed. "But you didn't attend my party when I texted you-" You screamed at the sudden intense buzzing on your clit when Maki had turned it up. "Wrong fucking answer, baby." Your back arches more as your legs were spread wide, she pulls back, standing on her knees on the bed, watching you as she tortures you with pleasure, your slick dripping down the sheets as you clench on the vibrator inside you. "Are you sorry now hmm?" She asked again after she sees your legs shaking after minutes of sweet, sweet torture. "YES I AM PLEASE, OH FUCK" You screamed, your voice high pitched. "Good girl, you deserve mommy's cock do you?" She gets behind you, you feel the tip of her strap on touch your clit as you flinched.

She then uncuffs your hands quickly with one swift motion, locking your arms behind your back, she takes off the vibrator inside you as enters you with harsh force, grabbing both your arms with one hands and your throat on the other. Her trusts were brutal, she tilts your chin to look up, seeing both of your reflection on the mirror in front of you.

"Oh fuck mommy-feel' s good-" You try your best forming a sentence while she's fucking you stupid. "Did I fuck you dumb already? your little cunt can't take it, can it?" She asks beside your ears as her sharp eyes scanning your reflection on the mirror, tears streaming down your cheeks, drool on the side of your mouth, mouth wide open and your pretty pussy puffy and red, so used, so spent.

Maki keeps trusting her hips, her dick going in and out of you, driving you fucking deranged.

"Ah- ah I'm coming, fuck fuck-" Maki continues her pace tugging on your nipple clamps for further stimulation, hitting your g spot deliciously, you finally feel your orgasm wrack through you, your legs shake violently, Maki laughs at your pitiful state, still not stopping.

"You think you can give me more? huh? my pretty birthday girl? This is what you get for making me jealous."

[mxiaogod]

— 01. [ HEDONISTIC ] MEI MEI X AFAB! FEM READER

Warnings : Dildo fucking, guided masturbation, choking, nipple play, NSFW [DNI IF YOU UNDER 18+]

— You enter the shower, carefully stepping over the lavish shower stall's edge; you're currently staying in Mei's penthouse because she didn't want you to go home, purely for selfish reasons. The bathroom is larger than your previous apartment, with a night city view, and the big, tall glass windows were blurry on the outside, allowing you to do whatever you wanted.

You decide to have some fun by yourself while Mei is on a mission assigned by Gojo; you were excited because you knew she'd be buying you new expensive stuff; she always puts you first when her pay comes in; you try your hardest to stop her from spending too much money on you, but she insists.

You carefully adjust the dildo that has become stuck to the glass walls, taking the large tip in your hands and guiding it to your clit while teasing yourself with an up and down motion. You can't help but moan as you slide the tip up and down your slit collecting your wetness, you used it as lube and carefully placed the tip inside you, just the tip and it felt euphoric, it's been a week since you haven't gotten any action all because of your lover's work.

You adjusted at the size filling you up, thrusting your ass in and out, attempting to take the full length, your cum rings the base of the dildo, you grab your tits, tugging and pulling at your nipple.

You didn't hear the door open, or Mei's heels clicking against the floor, or the shopping bags she slammed on the floor. She calls out your name, but you don't respond because you're busy fucking yourself. She's perplexed; normally, you'd be waiting for her by the couch; she always enjoyed that part of her day, when you'd help her take off her suit and cuddle her on the couch, your hands removing all the burden in her mind, the ache in her muscles, and giving her tranquility.

She walks further into the flat, nearing the bathroom, your whorish moans becoming more audible, she smirks to herself, looks like she came home to a slutty wife today, she understands, it's been weeks since you two had made love.

She removed her braids, allowing her icy blue hair to fall over her shoulders, strands framing her face, her natural sharp red lips and obsidian eyes more visible, she's in her sports bra with a lace tong, her tattoo sleeve making an appearance, she knew it's an asset, you loved- no, adored her tattoos, they added to her sex appeal.

She enters the bathroom, the glass shower stall fogged with steam from the hot water you turned on, she sees the imprint of your ass, dildo buried into your cunt, she bites her lower lip, so alluring, so beautiful. She observes you for a few seconds, still unaware of her presence, until she is so depleted of your essence that she opens the glass door.

You flinched at the sudden presence, your cheeks painted with a heavy red, your eyes widening as you freeze, and you suddenly pulled out the dildo buried inside you, the friction so intense that you bite your lips, unable to stop the groan you had just released.

"I swear I was just lonely-" You explained pathetically until Mei became amused by your cuteness and grabbed your hips firmly, slamming your back against the wall behind you.

"Is my slutty wife so deprived of me that she fucks herself with a dildo? How shameless of you," she grumbled.

You cowered, terrified of her; she always exuded a domineering aura that made your knees buckle and your mind race.

She took your silence as permission to proceed, she presses her cold lips against yours, the heat of the water infiltrating both of your bodies, you tug on her sports bra, running your hand down her abdomen, she picks up on your silent plea, she slowly removes her clothes, tormenting you as you whine.

"Do you realize how pathetic you are, my darling? must you always be needy for me, huh? can't go a week without mommy playing with you, what a whiny bitch," she coos as she continues to make out with you, her teeth dragging your bottom lip.

She backs away, taking in your pitiful state; you were always so headstrong, so closed off whenever you were with people, such a slut behind closed doors, who knew Mei would bring you down on your knees and leash you?

She grabs your nipple and tugs on it, she grabs your plump ass and sits it directly on your clear dildo, she places hot wet kisses on your jaw, sternum, nipples, and finally, your needy pussy. With a teasing glint in her eyes, she looks up at you.

She traces your slit with her tongue, her hot warm tongue feeling your stiff clit, she pulls away and smirks, she makes out with your pussy until she feels your legs trembling.

She rises, grabbing your hips and inserting the tip of the dildo into your pussy, stuffing you full, she nuzzles her beautiful face at your neck, guiding your hips, the dick thrusting in and out of you, the position turned you on so much that you let out mewls of pleas and profanities beside her ears, she bites on your shoulders, too aroused by your state.

She goes back down, still thrusting your hips, she makes out with your sopping cunt, she eats you out, like she'd been doing it her whole life, your cunt making lewd sounds due to the amount of slick you produced, she licks and sucks, becoming more and more aroused by the sound.

Your legs started to give out, your hands tugging on her hair, you were shouting by now, she chuckles at your state, so proud of her creation, she had made a whore out of you and you both loved it, your climax nears as you clench so hard, you release staggered breaths, panting and moaning like a pathetic cum slut, you felt your orgasm rack through you, legs shaking as Mei greedily sucks it out of you, cleaning you with her tongue.

You look down, catching her staring at you with such love, her eyes full of contentment, as if you two were already enough.

You lift her up, kissing her lips tenderly, and she laughs, and you laugh with her.

"That was embarrassing, my love, I'm sorry you had to see me like that earlier," you chuckled at Mei.

"I already fucked, fingered, ate your pussy-" You placed your palm against her face to cover her mouth as blush tinged your cheeks, she pulls your wrist away and laughs, giving you one last peck before you got ready to go to bed and go through all your presents for being the best wife ever.