#but lacey is bringing all the kinks out to the open

[depressedstressedlemonzest]

Another Good transition shot. Not the best but still pretty good.

Love how he's like "pft I'm bored let's go home" as if it's not a big deal to be letting Robin Hood go.

SHE'S HUGGING HIM!!!!

LOOK AT THE SHOCKED EXPRESSION ON HIS FACE!

AND HIS CUTE LIL SMILE WHEN SHE WALKS AWAY!!!

😭😭😭😭

😭😭😭

God.poor rumple here. His sadness leaking through is killing me.

She's literally like "you're too nice for me."

Babes.

Cmon.

THERE'S STILL A POINT!

SHUT UP!!!

BUT THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE SCENES IN THE CARTOON!!!!!!

And not to judge rumple, but just this lil shot... lot of empty shelves.

Looks like I have more books than you here.

HER SMILE AS SHE GRABS HIS LIL POINTY FINGER!!!!

HE DID SOMETHING NICE FOR HEEEEER😭😭🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

Here comes Mr. Gold beating ass with his cane of doom.

And here comes Belle Lacey being glad he's beating ass.

Lacey has some real openness about her liking bad boys.

🎶Cuz i may be bad but im perfectly good at it sex in the air i dont care i love the smell of it sticks and stones may break my bones

BUT CHAINS AND WHIPS EXCITE MEEE🎶

BUT NEAL CARRYING HENRY 😭😭😭

OH SHIT THEY HAVE HOOK NOW WHAT ARE THEY GONNA DOOOO???!?!!!

[coryosbaby]

warning: stalkish behavior, mutual masturbation, humping to get off ig, overstimulation, cum play, excessive breeding kink towards the end, baby trapping but consensual? 😭, Perv! virgin! Ethan, dom! Reader, both are fucked up people tbh

Neighbor! Ethan watches you through your window every night because your apartments are right across from each other </3

He doesn’t know if you mean to leave your blinds open every time you change, doesn’t know if you mean to lotion your whole body, completely naked, in front of the fucking window, and honestly, he really doesn’t care. All he knows is that every single night before bed he watches you through his slightly uncovered curtains, and touches himself.

And maybe in class he doesn’t stop staring, maybe he gets hard and touches himself behind his desk. And maybe he memorizes your whole schedule, just so he can see you at different angles, doing different things.

Maybe it’s wrong. But what you know can’t hurt you, right?

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

It’s the weekend, which means that you’re finally off of work, and have no classes. Your hair is strewn around you in a halo as you lay on your round pink bed. You just want to lounge, relax, and do absolutely nothing.

Until you see the neighbor boy peek through his window.

You smile to yourself when you catch his eye through it, your body lifted up with your elbows.

You’ve seen Ethan around, waving to him whenever you’re out, sending him a small smile as you walk down to the apartment lobby to get the mail. You also have a few classes together, and he sits near you in them. You’ve only talked a handful of times, but he’s been always incredibly sweet. He’s a pretty boy, with dark brown hair and puppy dog eyes, and everytime he sees you he gives you a gorgeous smile and looks away shyly. You’ve also seen the way he looks through his curtains a LOT more than a person normally would, knows that his eyes are set on your window.

You aren’t dumb. You know when someone is watching you, and you know that the most appropriate response is to close your blinds and call the fucking cops. But where’s the fun in that?

Besides, he’s just too cute to send to jail :((

Your hands begin to knead your tits. You moan when your sensitive nipples get hard, your legs spreading to show your white lacey thong underneath your silky pink robe. You see the eyes on you again, see him peek through the curtains even more.

Ethan blushes, watching the scene before him. You seem to be looking right at him. Maybe he’s just crazy. But regardless, he can’t help but palm his cock through his briefs. He whines, hand squeezing himself harder, as he watches you bite your lip and look at him with a dazed smile. You begin to move up, onto your knees. You open your robe, letting it fall down off your shoulders. Your tits are exposed now, and you giggle as you jiggle them lightly in your palms.

Ethan’s seen you do more. And he’s definitely seen you do worse. But the way you’re looking through the window now, looking dead at him, it makes his pretty virgin cock flush a deep burgundy red and makes him clench his teeth hard. You’re so beautiful, absolutely fucking stunning. He doesn’t know why he feels so hot now, so desperate for your touch, but it’s making his cock throb. He takes it out of his pajama pants, begins stroking the thick head of it, as warm wet fluid dribbles out. He whines, closing his sharp teeth around his fist, thrusting his poor achy prick into his own hand.

You can see how his eyes grow more lidded, now, can see that hes bringing the curtains more to the side. He doesn’t care if he’s revealed. And that’s immediately shown when he exposes himself. You moan at the sight of him, cock out in his fist, his handsome face flushed and red. He finally looks at you, fully. And the tension is so hot between that long distance between the two of you, that it makes you gush down your thighs. You bring your hand down to your clit, one hand kneading your breast. Without even thinking you begin to rock up and down, thinking about the gigantic cock in front of you and what it could do to your tight cunt.

Ethan is going fucking insane, he really is. Everything in him is trying to stop himself from placing a knock on your door, shoving you against the nearest wall when you answer and just pummeling your pussy. He wants this to play out, though. He wants to be teased and played with, wants you to keep bouncing up and down and making him crave to split you open.

His cock is drenched, and he brings his shirt up in between his teeth to expose his toned stomach. He doesn’t know where all the confidence is coming from; all he knows is that his cock hurts, and he needs it to cum, regardless of how much he loves the edging.

And when he finally does, you’re both drenched in sweat and smiling from across your rooms. you put on your robe, effortlessly.

You blow the boy a kiss, and then, for the first time in months, you close your blinds.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

It’s been two days since you and Ethan’s last encounter. And since then, your blinds have stayed closed.

Ethan is fucking dying. He doesn’t know why you haven’t talked to him, doesn’t know why your window is covered. Hopefully it’s teasing.

But some part of him thinks he really fucked up.

It’s time for you to go get the mail. Not that you haven’t been doing that the past two days, it’s just that Ethan is actually home when you have to today. So now you can finally have your fun. And how coincidental that his mail just happens to land in your mailbox. The mail lady must’ve been mixed up, that’s all. But it gives you an excuse to knock on the boy’s door.

You adjust your mini skirt and your top as you approach, your heels clicking against the hardwood. He has a doorbell, and you ring it. No answer for a moment, but then the boy opens the door. He looks like he’s busy; he’s wearing jeans and a flannel, and you can see behind him that there are papers and textbook strewn everywhere. His eyes widen in surprise when he sees you, and his poor cock begins moving to half hardness when he sees your nipples poking through your shirt.

You glance at the table full of work, and fake frown.

“I’m sorry, were you busy?” Your voice is airy, and sweet.

Ethan can smell your perfume from where he’s standing, all citrusy and vanilla. He wants to smell that smell all day and all night.

Noticing you looking into the apartment at the full table, Ethan’s eyes widen in realization and he stutters.

“O-Oh! I was, but.. I’m not anymore.” He nervously laughs, and you smile at his anxiety ridden voice. He’s too cute.

“That’s great! I have your mail for you. The mail lady must’ve gotten it mixed up.” You lift up the paper envelopes to show him.

He blushes, going to reach for them. When he grabs them from you your fingers brush against his, softly. Just enough for him to feel the slow scrape of your acrylic nails, the softness of your skin. You’re entrancing him, and you know that he won’t be able to resist anything you do.

“Thank you.” He replies. His eyes wonder down to your tits, soft lips scraping over his teeth. You giggle, stepping towards the boy.

“You have a staring problem, y’know.”

He snaps out of his thoughts to rub his neck and avert from your gaze.

“Sorry..”

“Don’t apologize.” You reach out to stroke his strong arm with your nails, and he shivers, eyes going up to yours, pupils dilated. He looks incredibly shy. You move closer, so close that he can feel your body heat radiating onto him. He exhales shakily.

“Do you wanna invite me in, stalker boy?”

He doesn’t answer. He just looks at you, eyes full of wonder and lust. Then he leans in, and presses his lips to yours in a shy, inexperienced kiss. He pulls away quickly, afraid that he may have made a mistake. But then you pull him back in, let him moan into your mouth, let him feel your ass in the middle of the hallway. And then you shove him inside, remove your lips from his, and shut and lock the door.

“Can I see your room?”

He nods, and grabs your hand to pull you into it. You giggle at the sight of the star wars posters on the wall, the innocent display of action figures in the far corner.

“It’s cute.” You say. “I like it a lot.”

“T-Thank you..”

You kiss him again, hands grasping his hair and making him whine. You pull away, teasingly biting the tip of his nose. His plush mouth is stained with your pink lipstick, perfectly beautiful and kiss bitten.

“Such good manners, sweet boy.”

Ethan smiles, all teeth, his eyes shining. Your heart surges with something you’ve never felt before.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you since forever.”

“I know, baby. I’ve known for months.” You kiss his cheek (the lipstick stains again). And then you sit down on his bed, hands reaching out to beckon him over. His cock is painfully hard, throbbing against his zipper. You grab his upper thighs to move his crotch closer to your face, and you reach out to run your tongue along the fabric. He gasps, hands going down to your hair and his hips thrusting against you.

“Needy.” You mumble quietly. Ethan whines.

You move your hands to his zipper, and begin to open his fly. His boxers are soft, and on the front the fabric is stained with a wet patch.

“Awww, baby…” you pout. “You should’ve come to me sooner. You’re ruining your underwear.”

“I’m-” he gasps when you begin to touch his cock, running your tongue along the fabric of his boxers, tasting the wet spot there. He tastes so good, it makes you drool. “‘M sorry!”

You breathe out a laugh, and look up at him.

“Do you want me to put it in my mouth?” You ask innocently. He nods, and you reach in to pull his length out. It’s incredibly large, even larger up close, and dripping with precum.

“You’re so big.” You comment. Then you take his tip into your mouth, lick up his salty precum. He cries out, hips thrusting into you. You pull away, making him create a noise of displeasure. You bring your palm to his member, slowly moving up and down from the base to the tip. He moans, and you begin taunting him.

“Poor baby. You just can’t control this thing, can you?” You spit harshly on his cock, and he whimpers. “Gotta watch me to get off? Huh, you little perv?” Your hand speeds up, the sound of his wet prick loud in the room.

“Nnngh… please.. please let me fuck you!”

“No. You take what I give you, Ethan. Or you get nothing at all.” And then you’re shoving your mouth all the way to his base, choking on his delicious cock, and he practically yells as he orgasms, his cock shooting warm, creamy ropes down your hot throat. You moan, swallowing him down and bobbing your head harshly. He starts to cry, wet tears cascading down the boys cheeks.

“Thank you! Oh god…” the overstimulation begins to get to him and he can’t even breathe.

“Mm, I think.. think ‘m gonna cum again…”

You pull off of him, and begin stroking him more. Tears begin to cascade down his cheeks, and you lean in to kiss his hipbones as he cums for a second time. He rides it out, face incredibly hot, and you rise up to kiss him on his lips. He shoves his head into your shoulder as you stroke him one more time. Your hand is dripping with his cum, and you bring it up to his mouth and tell him to lick it up. He shivers, obeying your command and licking your whole hand clean. He breathes into your neck, swallowing himself down, as his body goes limp in your arms.

“That was your first time, wasn’t it?”

“Mhm,” he looks down at you and frowns. “I’m sorry I came too early.”

“It’s okay,” you assure him, and kiss his forehead. “Do you think you can do it one more time for me?”

He bites his lip, eyes unsure.

“Maybe..”

“It’s okay if you can’t, okay?” You kiss him again. He nods, and you turn him around to sit him in the spot you were previously at, only a bit more pushed back. You move to straddle him, and his eyes widen.

You kiss him again, sweet and slow. And then you pull your top up over your head and throw it somewhere in the floor. Ethan’s mouth is agape now, and he looks at your tits in awe.

“Something wrong?” You tease.

“You’re so beautiful, momma.” He looks up at you as he leans in to ghost his lips over your tits. You flush at the name, and it makes that heat in your stomach intensify. “I’ve always thought so. I… I stare at you in class all the time. Just because you’re so beautiful.” You smile at his confession, stroke his soft face, and lean down to kiss him. You guide him to your chest, and he takes one of your nipples into his mouth. You cry out, hands going up to his hair as you hold him closer to you. You can feel his cock getting hard again. His hands wrap around your waist and he moans into your skin, thrusting his member up into your heated pussy.

His teeth scrape against you harshly, and you take his wrists from around your waist and push him down onto the bed. His hands are above his head now. He smiles.

“You are so gorgeous.” You murmur. “Mommy’s good little boy…”

You take the hem of his shirt and lift it above his head to kiss his pecs. He makes a sound of pleasure, and you suck a hickey onto his collar bone.

“I wanna keep being a good boy for you, momma. Wanna make you feel good.” He gasps out, and you smile.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” you note. “Could you take them off?”

He slips off his flannel and lifts his shirt above his head at your command, and then pulls off his jeans and boxers. He’s not that shy anymore, having already came at the hands of you twice. But the same submissive, obsessed boy is still there, and it’s prominent when he stutters out a question.

“Could you.. could you take yours off, too?”

And then you’re unzipping your skirt. The boy aids in the task, helping you pull it down your legs at the awkward angle you’re both at. Your heels go next, slipping off of your feet and onto the floor. And then, lastly, you slip off your panties. The smell of your arousal hits Ethan. He keens, lifting up to watch your cunt be revealed to him. You’re beautiful, your pussy swollen and throbbing.

You hold his cock down as you slide it between your folds, and his eyes roll to the back of his head at this new found type of contact. Your wetness drips on his already drenched cock, makes him mewl and begin fucking his prick in between your swollen lips. You bring his fingers to your clit and instruct him on what feels good. He catches on immediately, and he runs tight circles onto you. His cock aches, from orgasming twice and from your wet pussy.

“Can you please put it in, momma? Please?” He asks, hips rutting.

“Just rub on me, sweet boy. You can fuck me next time.”

Although he won’t get to fuck you today, he looks giddy, and he looks hopeful.

“There’s gonna be a next time?”

“Of course there is, baby,” you reply. “Or I wouldn’t have came all the way over here.”

He hugs you to him, breathing into your skin and gripping your hips to grind you down onto his prick. It’s engorged, so hard that it hurts, but your sweet cunt brings it relief. Ethan begins talking, his precious voice laced with pleasure.

“You’re so perfect, so fuckin’ gorgeous.” He gasps out.

“I know, baby... fuck. It feels so good, doesn’t it?”

He nods, his cock glistening with wetness, and he can feel himself approaching his third orgasm of the day. But he wants to make this one last, wants to make you cum first. He brings his fingers back up to your clit, rubs it harshly, in the way you like. You practically scream, beginning to instead bounce on his cock. The pressure makes him groan, makes his toes curl and near his awaiting orgasm.

“Yeah, momma. C’mon, use me.” your wetness is so prominent that his rough fingers make your juices splatter onto your thighs. You’re squirming, pussy throbbing and almost ready to let go. You don’t know how he’s so good at this, with his inexperience, but he is. “Want you to cream all over my cock. Please, baby? Don’t you wanna cum like I did?”

“Yeah. Yeah, baby!” You grab onto his shoulders, and you feel that tension in your gut snap. “‘M cumming! Oh, shitshitshitshit-“

He giggles, eyes bright, as he watches you cum on him. The way he sounds is a little psychotic, a little unsettling. Not quite like him. But it makes your legs shake and makes you gasp out his name as you come down from your high. And then he moves his hips in tandem, begins to move in harsh circles so he can cum on you for a third time. And you let him, regardless of the stimulation and the pain it leaves. And when he cums, his fingernails harshly dig into your hips, make you fall onto him and try to catch your breath as he cums all over your pussy lips and throbbing clit. His cum is warm on your skin, and you bring Ethan’s fingers up to your hole to push all of it inside you. His eyes grow as big as saucers, and he watches as his sticky load gets pushed into your womb.

“Gonna make me a real mommy, aren’t you, baby?” You ask. Your eyes are darker, if not completely black, and you want to break the boy in front of you.

Your real plan is finally coming into play, your possessiveness beginning to take over. And for a moment Ethan processes that you may have been watching him too, this whole time. That maybe, you had been planning to make him bonded to you forever.

But Ethan shakes this thought off. You’re too sweet, too precious. You wouldn’t do that, would you?

(You would).

Ethan bites his lip as you take his tip and rub the excess cum onto your hole.

“Yeah,” he breathes in reply, eyes never leaving your filled pussy. “Gonna fill you up, momma.”

He’s all yours, now. Ruined.

“Gonna give you a baby. Wan’ you to make me a daddy…”

You smile.

Your little stalker is so precious.

[strawb3rrystar]

Young! Coriolanus Snow Headcanons for you lovely people (Sfw & Nsfw)

Word count: 400+

✰Masterlist

✰ No one can convince me otherwise, Coryo would eat you out like a starving man. Once he starts, he's not fucking stopping.

✰ He'll have you shaking and crying from overstimulation.

✰ Clingy af, can't be alone for five minutes. Has to be touching you 24/7. Holding your hand, or waist, cuddling, hell even touching shoulders.

✰ Loves when you sit in his lap while he works. He also loves to rest his chin on your shoulder or head.

✰ Once he starts climbing the ranks and earning more money, he'll buy you anything you want.

✰ Is obsessed with the image of you on your knees with little tears in your eyes as you try and take all of his cock in your mouth.

✰ Kisses your hand out of habit. He doesn't even think about it. He just does it.

✰ Buys you lacey, cute lingerie, just so he can rip it off you.

✰ Coryo is the most jealous man you will ever meet. Like, he'll see you talking to another person and maybe laughing a little too much at their jokes. And then he'll drag you away to fuck you until you remember who you belong to.

✰ Definitely has some kind of ownership kink. Coryo wants to get married as soon as possible, so you can take his last name and be with him forever.

✰ Even though he's rough, Coryo is just so passionate that he gets a little loud. Prefers to bury his face in your neck or smash his lips onto yours to muffle his moans.

✰ He'll gift you extravagant rose bouquets out of nowhere just to see you smile.

✰ Loves the idea of fucking you in front of a mirror, making you watch your abdomen bulge from his size.

✰ Is terrible at dealing with emotions, especially his own, so he'll kiss your tears as he rubs your back.

✰ Purposefully fucks you in a risky spot, the adrenaline rush he gets is just too good to care if someone walks in.

✰ Would keep your relationship private until you get married. Not because he's ashamed of you. He's just worried about your safety, as there are many people who don't particularly like him.

✰ Is iffy on the idea of children, but loves to see you stuffed full and leaking his cum.

✰ If he's invited to an event, he'll bring you along with him.

✰ In between a hard dom and service dom. Coryo can be rough at times, but he'll always makes sure you are enjoying yourself and get to cum.

✰ He has a picture of you on his desk to help him stay motivated.

✰ Let's you ride him every once in a while, but he's still guiding you and grabbing your hips.

✰ Will always have post-sex cuddles with you. It's his favorite thing to do after a long day.

Star's notes -> Just some small headcanons that popped up in my brain.

(Requests are open!)

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[satoruhour]

reader x toji where they hav an argument nd the reader dresses slutty and suddenly has plans at the club w her friends. but toji doesnt like that 🫣

a/n: IM HERE . IM HERE SORRY IVE BEEN RB-ING SO MANY THINGS !!!! but i promise im writing hahahaha. but also i dont owe anyone an explanation! enjoy anon!

wc: 1.4k

warnings: toji picks ur lock w/ a bobby pin lol, reader is a little mean LMFAO but #valid, dom!toji, pussy drunk tojiiiii, implied overstimulation, oral / cunnilingus (from the back + face-sitting + lying on ur back), exhibitionism? (reader is on call with her friends but her girls don’t know she’s getting eaten out!), implied unprotected p -> v sex @ the end, implied creampie / breeding kink, n*sfw under the cut

“yeah— but you didn’t have to say it like that!” you huffed out at your boyfriend, or so you thought, because you probably had read too much into this relationship, heart tearing apart when toji simply said he was with his woman, with benefits while on the phone with shiu. 

you tsked when toji opened his mouth to explain, a distraught expression on his face that implied it was a slip of his mouth but even then you were relentless about the simple slip-up that meant a lot to you. it wasn’t often that toji had anything but an indifferent expression on him and you’d relish in his panicking face with a smug grin if it wasn’t for your rage.

“stupid fucker — still thinkin’ i’m just some bitch he fucks like he doesn’t whine for me in his sleep,” you grumble to yourself mindlessly later, phone blowing up from the messages from your friends while you scour through various outfits that slowly flood your bed. 

No way he said that!!!! Wtf???? Who does he think he is?

let’s bring u out tonight babe. wear sum cute

yeah!!. Let’s get ur mind off of that lame fella . he still kinda hot tho…

it’s messy and there’s a continuous clash of colour with each skirt or top you pull out and you groan in annoyance, so you take a shower — and it’s not all that better either, mulling over that dreaded sentence while lathering yourself up, while washing it off, getting dressed. it pisses you off so much that a man’s words can affect you so much, but that’s the price you pay when it comes to toji.

the toji who gives you a crushed, bloody bouquet after coming back from one of his dangerous missions, the toji who grumbles while he pushes the last nugget in the mcdonald’s box toward you despite loving it, the toji who likes to feel your body against his because he’s said that the mere sensation of you pressed up against him is enough to make him cum.

you scoff when you hear a knock on the door, in the midst of pulling an extremely short skirt up your hips with your ass basically peeking out from under it, paying it no mind before securing a tube around your bust.

“shut the fuck up!” you bark back when toji knocks again and there’s silence altogether, rolling your eyes when there’s a dramatic sigh from behind the wooden door and your feet naturally has you swerving away from the bed to open up the door, if not for the call from your girls that come in. the ringtone echoes throughout the room, distracting you from the professional work being done by toji with one of your bobby pins.

with phone on the bed, it’s led to your ass being propped up while you’re on your hands, butt facing the door with a full on display of your miniskirt and the very lacey underwear toji’s gotten for you for your anniversary. it was a petty move, you know — everything felt right when you pulled the material over your legs after your shower, not expecting yourself to pick up such a revealing bottom.

but now you know everything definitely felt right when those panties pooled at one of your ankles that hang off the bed while you’re trying not to whimper into the call with your girls who’s just so excited to see you. it’s a wonder they haven’t already heard the sloppy noises of toji eating it from the back, hands gripping onto your ass cheeks so hard they form bruises and you don’t have it in you to give a fuck when the other licks a hot, long stripe up your folds.

“left the house already, hon?” one of your friends ask and you’re gripping so tightly onto the phone that it hurts a little, not missing the way toji mumbles out that your pussy tastes as sweet as ever.

“uh— ah! n-not yet!” you squeal when toji smiles into your cunt and you absolutely hate how your hips shimmy toward him instinctively when your boyfriend pulls on your thighs to bring you closer, “i’ll leave soon, o-okay— mm—”

“babe?”

“okay bye!” you panic and press the large red button, hanging up immediately before your moans increase in volume immediately and your head dips into the bedsheets. the man eats pussy like a starved man, slobbering over your pussy while his nose just takes in your scent and arousal — something that’s gotten him hooked since day one. your leaking hole, your sensitive clit, your twitching thighs. god, toji loved every part of you and he was determined to fuck you better than a friend with benefits.

“’m sorry baby, mmfhh—” toji grunts into your core, “any chance ya could forgive your old man?”

the hold on your pride was getting looser and looser while your hands only clutch the sheets tighter and tighter, whimpers turning into a borderline scream when the man manoeuvres himself under you and yanks you down onto his face. your arms support your limp body instantly, hips moving with their own mind as you grind into toji’s tongue with breathless pants, rolling your pelvis over him and he groans at the feeling. toji doesn’t care that your miniskirt is in the way, eyes peeking out from the fabric and flitting over to you and your breath hitches cause you know he’s serious in earning back your forgiveness.

“not when— haah… you’re still saying i’m just some— w-whore you fuck.” you’re still a little bitter, but toji below you is enough to make you clench around nothing, high already approaching when he switches between sucking and nibbling and flicking his tongue at your bundle of nerves. 

“slip of the tongue, i promise, doll,” he talks into your drooling pussy, the vibrations sending chills up your body, hands flying to his hair to grab onto toji’s hair and pulling, “you’re my cute lil girlfriend, aren’t ya?” you hate how easily you nod your head, “mine to fuck, and mine to eat out, yeah?”

that sentence alone has you needing to lock eyes with toji just for a moment to see his lips curl up slyly, bottom half of his face soaked with your juices that your stomach contracts a little at the sight, a weak whimper leaving your lips.

“yeah…” you mumble out breathlessly and that’s all it takes for toji to go back to eating, quickly bringing that burning coil in your tummy again while slurping up your arousal. the room feels so hot and you’re sure you’re sweating through your outfit that you so carefully picked out that you’re peeling it off your body. your lover only wraps his larger arms around your thighs when he sees that your pretty tits are out, intoxicated on the thin layer of sweat lining your body and the curve of your upper body.

“toji, toji, toji—” you’re chanting his name like it’s a mantra, dizzy from the constant abuse toji does to your clit, pleasure shooting through your body when he moans around your cunt and you’re cumming with a moan of his name, thighs shivering around his head that he only laughs, humming into your core while you soak his sheets and skin. you’re just about prepared to get fucked when you catch a glimpse of toji’s hand palming his bulge, but that isn’t what toji has in mind when he changes positions again.

“taste s’good, baby,” toji groans, pulling apart your thighs that close from the sensitivity, “let me eat ya out until i’m forgiven.”

and all he can do is stick to his words whenever after each orgasm he pulls from you, you’re shaking your head like you’re saying you aren’t forgiven and he figures out your game soon enough, but whatever his girlfriend says, it goes. it’s just like that for toji who worships every part of you, a mistake rewarded well later when he taps his fat, leaking tip on your cunt and slips in easily from how many times he’s made you cum, reaching nirvana just from hearing your still-loud mewls leaving your worn-out body.

it’ll be something that will be burnt into his brain, forever, but toji doesn’t have time to think about that for now, so he just fucks you like he thinks a sorry man should fuck — deep into your cunt with the promise of being better and the need of giving you everything you ask for, even if it’s something as simple of wanting his cum in you.

whatever his princess wants, his princess gets.

i cannot go a day without mentioning breeding omfg im actually deranged

[wifeofnatasharomanoff]

Hello. Can I request a fic where g!p nat is fucking R so damn good and hard and one of their kids hears R's scream at night wherein the said kid started banging the door asking if mommy R is alright and if daddy nat is hurting R. 😭

"Stop Hurting Her!"

WARNINGS: smut! Nat has a dick, oral (Natasha receiving), fingering (reader receiving), hair pulling (reader receiving), daddy kink, degradation, fluff at the end ;)

WORDS: 1,753

PAIRING: Natasha Romanoff x milfy reader

A/N: whoever wrote this request needs a hug, and like multiple kisses on the face fr. also the poor child 💀

It was around 1 in the morning, and you and Natasha had just put the children to bed, cleaned up the kitchen, and gone back into the bedroom.

It wasn't too hot outside, but the fan was kept on, keeping a cool breeze in the air. The moon's glow was covered by stormy clouds, it was going to rain soon. The ex-assassin sat up in bed, awaiting you, her wife to come back to bed.

were in the bathroom, changing out of your clothes to a lacey, maroon bra and matching panties. You went into the closet and took a few minutes to pick out a silk robe to wear with it. Considering your wife's missions and the kids you two had to deal with, you both never got the chance to be intimate with one another besides sleeping in bed together and having casual pecks on the cheek or lips. You decided on picking a simple black robe and slipped it onto your lingerie-clad body. With one last look in the mirror, you opened the bathroom door and stepped in the room.

“Natasha.” you called out to her, a slight smile on your lips as you watched your wife turn around. “Babe–” her eyes wandered to your waist, a light blush on her cheeks as she admired your body and curves. She couldn't lie that she felt a strain in her pants as you inched closer to her, “hi darling..” you said, getting down on your knees in front of her. “Take them off my love.” she assumed you meant her pants, so she took them off. Your breath hitches slightly as you looked at her size, but not caring enough to complain. All that mattered to you was pleasing her right now.

“Fucking hell..” she groaned when she felt a pair of plump lips around her tip. You hummed around her cock, the vibrations of your muffled moans causing her dick to twitch in your mouth. You slowly sucked on her erect length, flattening your tongue along her veins and tip. You could taste her so clearly, but you wanted more. You had your hand on her knee as you moved your head up and down her thick cock. “Feels so good, fuck– baby, keep going..”

You sinked her length further into your mouth, pushing her dick deeper into your mouth. She brings her hand down to your hair, threading her fingers gently through your hair strands. She gripped onto your hair, forcing you to take more of her down your throat. You licked and sucked her cock with desperation, desperate to have her cum in your mouth. “mmh..” she moaned softly, throwing her head back as her orgasm washed over her. You felt two ropes of thick cum pouring into your mouth. You swallowed it all down, continuing your movements even though you struggled to swallow her fully. You gagged as her tip hit the back of your throat, tears pricking your eyes as your breathing started to cut off.

“Fuck– detka.” she pulls out of your mouth, “you alright baby?” you nod. “mhm! I am don't worry darling.” you reassure her, wrapping your hand around her length. You pump your hand upwards to jerk her off. She groaned as she felt the need for release once more. “Are you gonna cum Natty?” she nods before sputtering white liquid all over your face. “Natasha!” you flutter your eyes open, scoffing at her. She smirks, grabbing you by the chin to look at your fucked out face. “On the bed printsessa.” you comply, getting up from the floor and onto the bed.

She pulls you in for a slow, sensual kiss. Tasting herself on your lips. “Lie down baby, daddy wants to make you feel good too.” you smile at her, lying down on your back.

“Such a good little slut..” she mutters, taking her hand to your covered breasts, groping them harshly. “you all this just to impress me?” you meekly nodded, “you're daddy's whore hm?” she chuckled as you squirmed underneath her. “Natasha just touch me already.” she raised a brow at you, “you needy little bitch. You need me that badly?” you roll your eyes at her. Could she stop teasing already? You were sure that your panties were absolutely drenched by now.

“Alright fine, I'll stop teasing. Just this once.” she said, lowering her hand down to rid you of your panties. The robe you had on rode up to your hips, she dragged a finger across your glistening folds, peeking up at how your face scrunched up as she continued working on your dripping pussy. “oh fuck daddy..” your back lifts off the bed, arching slightly as you desperately grind your clit on her fingers. “Nat– ” she slid a finger into your cunt, your walls immediately gripping her. “God, you're so tight baby.” she sneaked in a second finger, shoving her digits deep into your hole.

“Shit– right there Tasha! oh my God!” she curled her fingers, stretching you out in the best way possible. “daddy I'm gonna–” you clenched your thighs around her hand as she kept fucking you with her fingers. “Natasha!” you cried out, your nails digging into the bedsheets as you came.

“Can you go on longer detka?” she whispered, rubbing her palm down your back in a soothing manner. Her fingers inside you weren't enough, she needed to feel you fall apart with her cock shoved deep into your pussy.

You took a few seconds to control your breathing before you could respond, “y- yeah hold on darling.” you propped your body up with your elbows as you sat up on the bed. “Take that off. I need to see all of you kotenok.” you giggled as she brought her hands down to untie the robe off of your body. “You make me crazy moya lyubov.” she mumbles against your neck, placing her lips on your burning skin. “Natasha..” she sucks slowly on your sensitive skin, “oh fuck me.” you gasped softly as she unclasped your bra off, her mouth still on your neck. “I'm planning on it.” you could practically hear the smirk in her tone as she picked you up on her lap.

“..Natty?” your voice wavered as you felt her palms brush against your uncovered breasts. “yeah?” she looked up at the expressions you were making for her, a loving smile as she admired your beauty. “a– ahn! Tasha..” you moan as she rubs the pad of her thumb across your nipple. Your chest felt as if it was on fire, a burning desire, a desire for her touch. She chuckled under her breath, “you want me to ruin you krasivaya?” you bit down on your lower lip and nodded. 

You slightly split your legs, shifting your position on her lap. You slowly lowered yourself onto her dick, your brows scrunching up and your mouth parting as her length pushed it's way inside of your cunt. She allowed you to stay on her lap for a while until she flipped you back onto the bed. “Natasha!” you said, your words muffled as your face was flat on the mattress. She briefly paused before grabbing a fistful of your hair in her hand. “Can I move?” you nodded. With your permission, she started thrusting into you at a quick pace.

“mmh– fuck! Yes!” you screamed out as she slammed her cock deep inside you, hitting that sensitive spot in your cunt. Natasha groaned as your walls clenched around her cock. Loud, almost pornographic moans slip past your lips as she pounded into you. “Just like that daddy! oh my God Natasha!” she moaned softly as her tip hit your cervix, earning a slutty moan from you. “Harder! ngh– fuck me harder darling!”

You couldn't get enough of her, you needed this moment to last longer. She pulled out, only to slam fully back into your aching cunt. “Daddy ’m so close..” she brought her gaze down to you, her piercing green eyes looking deep into yours. “Cum for me detka.” you dug your nails into her back as you came all over her cock, “ah! Nat– Natty oh you feel so good!”

She continued her movements, slowly thrusting into you. “You want me to cum inside you baby?” you obediently nod your head. “Gonna fill you up kotenok!” she grunted as she slid in and out of your pussy. With a snap of her hips, she buried her cock deep inside you and came into you, filling you up to the brim. You whimpered as she kept going on, “oh Natasha! Fuck!” you gripped onto her back like there was no tomorrow.

To both of your dismay, a loud banging on the bedroom door followed by a “mommy! Mama!” pulls you out of your lustful trance. “Shit.” you quietly squeaked as she pulled out of you and tossed you the robe that she threw down on the floor not too long ago.

You quickly put your robe on and helped your wife get dressed as fast as you could. “uh.. who is it?” you yell out before opening the door. “ ’s Alex mommy!” you sighed and opened the bedroom door. “What is it sweetie?” he rubbed his eyes, which you'd find adorable if he hadn't have interrupted you and Natasha just now. “Mama stop hurting mommy!” he huffed, putting his hands on his hips.

You turn to look at your wife with a confused expression on your face, mouthing the word, “what?” to her. “What are you talking about buddy?” she said, approaching the toddler cautiously. “Mommy– she was screaming and crying.” that's when you lost it. You burst out laughing, quickly bringing your hand to your face in order to help contain your laughter. “Alex I- I wasn't hurting your mom okay?” he shook his head in disagreement, “then why was mommy crying?” she bit back a laugh as well, slowly trying to calm down her concerned son. “She.. she was laughing! Y'know, when mommy laughs too much, she sometimes cries.”

“ohhh.. really?” the once worried little boy was more curious now than concerned. “Yes, now I think it's too late for you to be up buddy.” she quickly ushered the toddler out of the bedroom and closed the door shut.

She walked over to you and placed her lips over yours, hungrily kissing you. “Round 2?” you smile at her words. “I thought you'd never ask.” she shoved you onto the bed once again.

[turbulentscrawl]

Hullo! Hope you are having a good day/night. I stumbled into your blog a bit ago and I am absolutely(how do you spell that??) In love with your work! Since your requests are open can I ask for nsfw hcs (or scenarios depending on what you are familiar with) with Fredrick Kreiburg × a s/o that's into freakier stuff(kinkier stuff)? How would he handle it? Etc.,

You're in luck, anon! (or maybe not? idk what you have in mind as "kinkier") I've thought about this a bit over the break ewe

Under the cut for obvious reasons.

-Fred is not a fan of intentional pain in the bedroom--that's the most important thing here--and if you try to bring it in any way he's going to pull away from you. Like, some rough handsiness is one thing, but kindly do not roughly spank, or claw, or pull his hair like you're trying to rip it out.

-He's a bit more neutral to most non-harmful kinks. If you like restraints, gags, toys, and other things of that nature, he can be convinced to humor them occasionally on either you or him. Just note that his patience probably isn't as good as yours is, if you're looking to tie him up and be a tease. He wouldn't be as fond of gags because he wants to be able to tell you when it's going on too long and he's losing the mood.

-As for what he'd enjoy himself, you all probably know I HC Frederick as having a foot fetish. This generally has more sensual applications than sexual--he likes giving you massages, for instance, but when his head is in the right space, he also occasionally likes being stepped on or used as a footstool. (In a gentler way than I think most people would picture.) Basically, if you happen to push against his hard-on a little while he's knelt on the floor...he might get a little breathy and shift his knees open wider.

-He might be ok with vaguely semi-public sex when he's feeling jealous. Sex up against a window, with only a thin, lacey white curtain to slightly veil your bodies from anyone below who might see. He doesn't really want anyone to hear your sweet sounds, though. That symphony is just for him.

-Some degradation is fine, too. He's so used to people kissing ass to his face and then talking bad behind his back, that if you taunt him up close and personal, it feels a little like a treat, somehow. It has to be smooth, though, nothing that would put him down too much or target the major insecurities only you would know about.

-Somewhat in line with the degradation...I think Fred might occasionally like watersports. Preferably, him being urinated on. But make sure to do it outside, or in the shower or something. No one wants to clean that mattress after. If you don't like it, that's fine though. It's probably something he wouldn't even consider unless you brought it up, honestly. (He just maybe doesn't mind if you go to the bathroom where he can hear it....)

[kieran-granola]

Find a Word WIP game

I was tagged ages ago by @setsailslash, and sort of... forgot. So uh, sorry about that 😂 Here is what comes up for your words!

Apron [JayTim, Minute Maid, aka Maid Costume Kink]

Jason looks beautiful. His skirt flares out around his wide hips, buoyed by his petticoat. The tied apron makes his waist look impossibly trim, and the star-shaped ribbon detailing over his collarbones accentuates the fullness of his chest under the blouse-like top. His skirt lifts up behind him when he bends down to secure his thigh-highs, and Tim nearly passes out. Fuck. He wants to disappear under Jason's petticoat to lick him open. He wants to raw him over the couch. He wants to see him on his knees worshiping his cock, and he wants to wrap his legs around soft silks while Jason pounds into him. He wants anything and everything and— Jason lets out a disgusted noise as he inspects himself. "Right. Well I won't be winning any beauty contests but it'll do I guess. Let's get this over with." He flips off the hidden camera in the ceiling before straightening up and bowing his head. "How can I serve you today, Master?"

Hands [JayTim, Show Your Pain, aka Fae Blessings gone wrong]

Jason's mouth falls open in horror. The cigarette falls out of his hand as he rushes to catch Tim. He lifts him without hesitation and drags him inside the Nest, taking cover away from the windows as he moves to patch Tim's throat closed. "What the fuck, who did this?" he asks, and Tim doesn't quite understand why there's so much fear in his eyes all of a sudden. "Y-you," Tim gurgles through the pain. "What?" Jason's hands are moving fast, through field stitches and bandages, and Tim can't help but look at him. He looks beautiful, all sharp angles bathed in moonlight and unwavering focus. Tim smiles in amusement. All in all, it's not the worst view he could have died to.

Soft [JayTim, Sun's Out, aka Omega/Omega feat Jason in a dress]

Tim is pretty sure that it's bad form for him to be soaking wet in his shorts at the Wayne pack picnic, but he can't bring himself to care. Jason is here. Jason is wearing a dress. And Tim…  Tim is so very queer. In his defense, the way Jason's dress hugs his body is obscene. The white, gauzy material emphasizes the fullness of his breasts and the breadth of his hips. It turns his silhouette into a haven of soft, sun-kissed curves that make Tim's teeth hurt with the need to bite. Not to mention the lacey bra that peeks out of his split neckline whenever he bends down. Hell, for one heart-stopping second, Tim can even see a hint of matching panties when Jason's skirt flutters in the breeze. 

Cock [SladeJay, Secure the Back, aka Non-Con Underage AOB Awfulness]

Slade has to admit that he didn't think the new Robin would be this tight. He knew he'd be snug — kid that size, there was no way he'd be loose. Still, he thought Grayson and Wayne would have trained him better. As it is, fitting his cock in the tiny split of the second Robin's body is much harder than he expected, even with the kid dripping slick in his induced heat-fever.  In all fairness, the breeding bench probably doesn't make things easier on his body, but Slade has earned the right to indulge. Kidnapping an omega from under the nose of two possessive alpha Bats wasn't exactly a walk in the park, after all.

I am tagging @themandylion, @ladytauria, @chibinightowl, and anyone who wants to participate with the words cat, sleep, wet, and magic!

[ripdragonbeans]

A Night Out

Happy late birthday to @lovelykhaleesiii!!! I had so much fun writing this and whew writing smut still gets me lol

Modern Aegon x femreader

Summary: Aegon takes your birthday very seriously

WARNINGS/MINORS DNI: smut, oral (f and m receiving), daddy kink, slight hair pulling, creampie, p i v, doggy style, thigh riding, semi-public sex

"Hey, Aeg, I'm home!" You called out as you stepped inside your apartment. "Babe?"

After the on and off dating in high school and then finally coming to the conclusion of commiting to a serious relationship, you and Aegon moved in together after graduating college, proving to each other that, yes, this is something we both want. Every time you came home, Aegon was almost always there with something for the both of you, whether that be food (take out or attempted cooking), a movie, a TV series to binge, or a well needed fuck. For previous birthdays he always went above and beyond. When you asked him why he did all of this Aegon simply replied that you deserve the best and that you bring out the best in him. 

So entering the apartment with no one to greet you was slightly concerning at the least. At the most it was absolutely terrifying.

"Aegon?" You paced around the apartment popping your head through every room, even every cabinet. After that time when he decided to prank you by popping out of the cabinet under the sink you've checked there ever since. 

When you couldn't find him, you sat on the couch as stiff as a board. You pulled out your phone, ready to call him, when his name popped up. You answered it immediately.

"Aegon, where are you? I-"

He cut you off, "I'm fine, babe, I promise." He chuckled before speaking again, "You, however, need to change into that dress that I laid out on your bed and get ready for a night out."

"I just spent the last ten minutes searching for you and you tell me to put on a dress?"

"Yes, kitten." You could hear his grin. "Trust me on this, please? I'll make it up to you, I promise. I'm all yours tonight."

You sighed. "Okay, Aeg. Where do you want me to meet you?"

"When you're done just walk out the door and I'll be there."

"Wow, that's not stalkerish at all," a smile graced your face as annoyance and worry faded to the back."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm your big stalker. And now your stalker is telling you to get ready. Love you, babe!" He hung up without letting you respond.

You laughed to yourself as you put your phone down and headed towards your room. When looking for Aegon you failed to notice the beautiful deep green dress laying on your bed. Not wanting to waste anymore time, you stripped out of your work clothes and went to put on the dress when a pair of black lacey bra and panty caught you eye. Smiling to yourself, you quickly did your hair and makeup before donning it and the dress. Of course, Aegon got the size right so the mini dress hugged every curve. You paired it with your favorite black boots, completing the look. 

As you stepped out of the apartment you spotted Aegon holding a bouquet of flowers. He grinned at you and bowed.

"My lady, you are stunning this evening." He straightened up and lifted the flowers as he said, "I'll run these in real quick."

 He kissed your cheek before darting inside to drop them off. When he came back out he took your hand and kissed it. 

"Are you ready for a night dedicated to you, kitten?" He winked.

"Yes, let's go," you grinned.

Aegon pulled you into a kiss. It was soft and loving but you couldn't help but to deepen it. You pulled at his shirt, desperate to be even closer to him. Aegon smiled against you and slowly pulled away. You frowned at the loss of contact but he just chuckled and ran a thumb across your cheek.

"Later, I promise we can do whatever you want later. Right now, though, we have a dinner to go to and then a little club to hit up."

Aegon treated you to a beautiful dinner at Dragonstone. Of course, he paid for everything. He was adamant that you would not open your wallet. All the while he doted on you and you gracefully accepted all the praise. As the dinner went on you two started losing the fancy decorum and picked up your natural goofiness. At first it was a few dirty jokes from Aegon but it soon escalated to catapulting food at each other. It wasn't until a very posh couple seated next to you coughed loudly and gave a death glare that you left and headed for the club.

The two of you spend a good four hours at the bar having the best time. Aegon pampered you with drinks and pulled you out onto the dance floor between rounds of alcohol. You'd sway your hips to the music and let Aegon pull you closer to him. By the end of the night you were basically grinding on him. You could feel him against your lower back and you knew it was time to go home. 

He lowered his head, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, "Let's go home, kitten. It's time for the rest of your birthday gift." He pressed a hot kiss to your throat and marked you with a bite before all but dragging you out.

As soon as you got out of the doors you wasted no time pulling Aegon to the side of the club, pressing yourself between him and the wall. His hands immediately went to grip your waist tight and yours went to his neck to pull him down for a kiss. When you were grinding on him in the club you could feel yourself getting wet. You didn't want to wait to get home, you wanted him now. Aegon, however, pulled away before you could deepen the kiss. You chased his lips but his hand caught your chin before you could go any further.

Aegon chuckled. "Aww, my little kitten is impatient. Maybe we won't finish the night like I planned," he taunted.

"No, please, Aegon," you whined.

"Don't worry, we'll get there soon enough." He slowly ran his hand up the side of your body and stopped at the side of your chest. "Or we can do a little more here. What do you think?"

"Yes, Aegon."

"That's not my name tonight, kitten. It may be your birthday but you know what you have to call me."

You swallowed a gulp of air. "Yes, Daddy."

"Good girl." He brushed his fingers across your chest. "Fuck, have I turned you on already, kitten? It seems that your tits want my attention."

You could only whine in response. He was barely touching you but it drove you crazy. Arching your back into his touch you tried to move his hands to where you craved. Aegon finally gave in and circled your now hardened nipples over your dress. The hand that was holding your chin slid down to cup your ass. He slapped it before soothing it in loving circles while still playing with your tits. You dipped your head into the crook of his neck, feeling the tightening of the coil in your gut. 

Aegon pried open your legs with his knee. "Ride my thigh, kitten, you know you want to."

All it took was that one command to get you to rut against him. The feeling of his jeans rubbing against your barely clothed core drove you wild. You could feel yourself dripping.

"Look at you, making a mess on me," he smiled at the spot on his thigh. "Does my little kitten want to cum?"

"Yes, please, Daddy," you whined.

Your eyes shut as your grinding sped up. Aegon kissed and bit your neck while he continued to play with your nipples. You could feel it. Your release was coming soon and he knew it as well.

"Cum for me."

The command and the last pinch of your hardened bud threw you over to your orgasm. You exploded in pleasure and soaked Aegon's jeans in the process. He hugged you tight as you came down from your high.

"You did such a good job, kitten," he praised. "Are you ready for more?" He gave you a mischievous look.

You immediately went back to your submissive state. "Yes, Daddy." You looked up at him with big doe eyes.

"Well, let's go." Aegon pressed a kiss against your forehead before you two headed home.

Unlike the outside of the club you let Aegon take the lead. He gently held your hand as the two of you made your way to the bedroom. As he sat you down on the bed he pressed kisses over your face and praised you for how good you were.

"I can't wait to pamper you more," he whispered. 

One by one he took off each article of clothing he was wearing. His cock was hardening again and you wanted more. You couldn't help but reach out to him and grasp it. Aegon let out a ragged breath as you slowly started to work him up to full hardness. He looked so beautiful like this, his eyes locked on yours and his chest picking up speed. He bit back a moan when you brushed the weeping head with your thumb.

"It may be my birthday but that doesn't mean you don't get a present, too." 

You let go of his cock and stripped down for him as slowly as possible. Once you were bare before him you kneeled down in front of him and took his cock in your hand again. You looked up at him through your eyelashes and gave him an innocent smile before giving the head a little lick.

"Fuck, kitten. I'm supposed to -" his words were cut off by a groan as you took all of him into your mouth.

Having him in your mouth was its own kind of heaven. You ran your tongue across the vein before bobbing your head. But it wasn't enough for you. Grabbing his thighs you made him fuck your mouth. 

Aegon's hands pulled your hair out of your face. "Such a good - fuck - kitten for me. So pretty - shit - with my cock in her mouth."

He was hitting the back of your throat but you refused to stop. The saltiness of his precum made you moan, sending vibrations up his cock. His hands tightened in your hair and you knew he was close. You were excited to have him spill in your mouth but he pulled you off before he could finish.

Aegon kneeled down to kiss you before pulling you up and shoving you onto the bed. As he crawled over you he made sure to brush your inner thighs, so close to where you wanted, before attacking you with a deep kiss. His hand brushed over your hardened nipples causing you to gasp. He took the opportunity to slide his tongue in. Just like the rest of him, he tastes like heaven. Aegon eventually pulled away to whisper in your ear.

"If I'm gonna cum tonight it's gonna be inside your pussy. Yes, kitten?"

"Yes, Daddy." You moaned as he nipped at your ear lobe.

"Good girl. But first I need to prepare you. Not that you need it, but I want to taste you. I want you to cum on my tongue before you cum on my cock. Do you understand?"

"I understand, Daddy," you breathed out as you closed your eyes.

Aegon slowly made his way down your body, making sure to run a feather light touch over everything. He nestled his face between your legs and looked up at you.

"Open your eyes, my dear. I want you to watch me devour you."

You barely opened your eyes when he pressed an open mouth kiss to your core. He deepened the kiss and probed your center with his tongue. You slammed a hand over your mouth to stifle the moans leaving your body. As soon as you did, though, Aegon pulled away.

"No need for that, kitten. I want to hear every sound you make, you deserve it." He immediately went back to fucking you with his tongue.

You followed his instructions and let out every sound. With every sound he seemed to fuck you even more. Aegon took his tongue out to concentrate on your most sensitive bud. He sucked and teased your clit as he dragged a hand down your body and to your core. You could feel him tease you with the tip of his fingers. Wanting more, needing more, you bucked your hips up in hopes to get him to fuck you. But as soon as you did, Aegon removed himself. 

"No, no, kitten. I said you were going to cum on my tongue, not my fingers." He licked a stripe up your center. "Are you going to be a good girl and listen?"

You whined and nodded your head.

"I have to hear it, babe. Tell me you want to cum by my mouth only."

"I need to cum on your tongue, please Daddy. I'm so close." Tears gathered in the corner of your eyes. You were desperate for relief.

Aegon wasted no time diving back in. He fucked you with his tongue while one hand toyed with your clit and the other pumped his cock. Your wanton cries filled the room as you bucked your hips again. The coil in your stomach was tightening again. You screamed his name as intense pleasure rocked your body. Everything was so sensitive yet you wanted more.

Aegon gave you no time to recover as he quickly moved up on top of you and sheathing himself to the hilt. You cried his name again as he pulled himself in and out. 

"It's so much, Daddy," you babbled.

"You can give me one more, I know you can," he grunted. He pulled out and rolled you to your stomach. "On your hands and knees, baby. You're doing such a good job for Daddy."

All you could was whimper in response. Aegon slid back inside you and fucked you hard. He ran a hand over your ass before slapping it and leaving a mark. "Fucking love this ass. Love fucking you. You take me so well. I can feel you clenching, kitten. Are you gonna cum?"

You tried your best to respond but you couldn't. 

"Looks like I fucked my kitten dumb." Aegon grabbed you ass and fucked you even harder. "Let go. Soak my cock."

You clenched tight around him, almost pushing him out, but he rode out the orgasm with you. Absolute earth shattering pleasure rocked your body as he spilled himself inside you. 

You both collapsed on the bed breathing hard. Even then he was nestled inside of you. Aegon pressed a kiss to the back of your head before getting up. The loss of him inside you made you feel empty but you were too tired to really notice it.

Aegon came back with a wet towel and gently rolled you over. He ran the towel over you and made sure to be gentle. You flinched when he ran it over your core but he was quick to soothe you. 

Once he cleaned you up he put away the rag and climbed back into bed. He wrapped his arms around you and held you tight. You cuddled into him and let out a deep breath.

"Thank you for the birthday gift, babe," you whispered.

"Of course, anything for you, my dear. I love you so much."

"I love you too, Aeg." 

You pressed a kiss to his chest before falling into a deep slumber.

[sassykattery]

Dollface, Pt 11

Welcome to the finale– are you ready to take the plunge?

CW: MC is afab, uses she/her pronouns. Smut: piv, multiple rounds and creampie, breeding kink (but no mention of offspring), size difference, f! receiving penetration. Passion/romance driven sex. Hair pulling. Explicit mentions of male and female genitalia.

The main character is afab, uses she/her pronouns. This story is meant to be somewhat curvy/plus-sized reader insert, but the main character is given a physical description, but it's not crucial to the story or mentioned often after Part 1.

Characters: Main Character. Diavolo. Mammon. Satan. Beel. Belphie. Levi. Asmo. Lucifer. Barbatos.

Themes: Romance. Magic. Adventure. Sex. Smut. Diavolo x fem! MC.

Minors and ageless blogs DNI

18+ only

Masterlist

Enjoy

"My lord, we should talk," Barbatos stated, seeing Diavolo sitting at one of the couches in the penthouse. His human lover was asleep in their bedroom while he started to do recovery on everything he'd missed for the last several months.

"Yes, Barbatos, I figured you'd come by eventually. I'm starting on all the meetings I've missed with the nobledemons and their grievances," the prince replied, sitting back and holding a document up to read.

"I meant about the young mistress," Barbatos replied.

"Oh, yes, what is it?" Diavolo immediately looked up and set the page down.

"My lord, are we really certain about bringing her to the Devildom? Yes, we have the sorcerer, but are we really wanting to do this? I thought there was more you wanted to do before deciding who–"

"Barbatos," Diavolo sighed. "I think you know as well as I do that my mind is set on this. I'm not leaving her here."

"I really must implore you to think harder about this. I understand you'd like to keep her but would you be putting her in more danger by doing so?" Barbatos persisted.

Meanwhile, a particular and curious Demon of Pride slipped into the master suite while the prince and his butler argued in the living room. Lucifer looked around, his eyes adjusting to the darkness. He never knew a human to prefer it as much as she did. Quietly, he sauntered over to the bed where the sleeping human lay, all bundled up in the covers like a burrito. The demon sat on the edge closest to her and peered down at her. He could see just her face peaking out, her eyes closed.

"Sweet little lamb all wrapped up in her nest, not knowing the demon who watches as she lays to rest," he murmured to her.

She stirred some, and he watched with interest. When she was done, he slid in further to seat himself next to her. Carefully, he peeled back the covers, seeing her messy hair in a bun, wearing just a black lacey bralette. He grazed a knuckle against her cool cheek, then tracing a finger down her neck and clavicle. She was so smooth and soft to him. His eyes wandered down, seeing her breasts squished together so perfectly. He rather liked how she looked, her skin softly gleaming with the little light available, her body curvy and plush like the finest dessert he wanted to devour.

Yes, much more like a wolf and his little lamb he wanted to keep very close in his clutches.

He looked around the room then, taking it all in as he thought to himself, that was, until a little warm hand reached out to touch his.

"Lucifer," she murmured. His eyes darted toward her barely open ones.

"How do you know?" He whispered. Certainly, this human couldn't tell in such darkness, right?

"Voice," she croaked, "and cologne."

Lucifer smirked to himself and leaned down closer to her, tilting his head.

"Where's Diavolo?" She murmured again, trying to find her voice.

"Currently arguing with Barbatos in the living room," he replied. He saw her expression shift to worry, and he placed his large hand over her abdomen to gently push down. "It's being handled. Just rest in here for now." She nodded, so he brought his hand up to run his fingers over her eyes, closing them. "Shhh..."

He then got up and left the master suite to inquire about the current torrent of back and forth between the prince and his butler. He overheard that the woman was the topic of discussion, and walked in.

"If I may?" Lucifer suddenly interrupted, rounding the corner into the living room. "I've sent my brothers out on some errands. But I'd like to interject as well," he added.

"Go on," Diavolo replied.

"She's not an ordinary human. When we were on the plane, I had the privilege of speaking to her," the Avatar explained. "She is actually the last soul I ever made as an archangel. This human woman has my blessings."

"Really?" Diavolo asked and sat forward, his elbows on his knees as he clasped his hands together.

"Barbatos, my brothers and I are already quite taken with her. I don't see as to why she couldn't fill the role," Lucifer admitted to Barbatos. The butler sighed and looked askance.

"If she's blessed, then at least she stands some chance of survival in our realm. And more than anything, she is our charge. Anyone seen taking a stand against her presence would be taking a stand against the crown," Diavolo added.

The butler sighed and walked to the windows to think. Barbatos finally raised a brow. "You made her, Lucifer? What did you bless her with?" He turned to face the Morningstar.

Lucifer was quiet.

"Lucifer? What did you give her?" Diavolo asked the same question again.

"... Everything. I gave her everything," the fallen archangel finally answered. "She's blessed with many talents and favors. When I made her, I put my entire heart into her, not knowing why I was even making her. She's... highly favored."

The other demons sat there a bit speechless, something they didn't feel terribly often. They finally looked back at one another before looking at Lucifer.

"... If that's the case, we must take her," Barbatos stated.

With bleary eyes, she looked around the room she was in. The woman sat up and looked around. It was still dark in their room, just as Diavolo had left it. She vaguely remembered Lucifer coming in briefly to see her, though just barely so.

"Dia?" She called out softly.

When she received no reply, she slipped out from under the covers and padded over to the closet. She pawed through it and found a simpler lounge set of crimson velour pants and a plain black t-shirt. Once dressed, she left the bedroom and walked around the penthouse. It was completely empty, and she began to become anxious at the profound lack of anyone around. In the kitchen, she finally found a note.

"I had some food sent up to the room. It should be arriving when you wake up. Eat and watch some TV, I'll see you soon," –Diavolo

Her head tilted, and just as she placed the note down, the doorbell rang. Surprised, to say the least, she walked to the door and saw a delivery man in the peep hole. They exchanged pleasantries after she opened the door, and she took the food when they were done.

Sitting in the living room, she did as told, eating her takeout and putting on a romantic comedy. She felt very alone and anxious, but did her best to listen to Diavolo. Occasionally, she got up to use the bathroom or another drink from the fridge.

It was nearly three hours in, and one and a half movies later, they still weren't back. She was growing more concerned until she started feeling sleepy. The thought to go to bed crossed her mind, but it was like her body was so heavy that she couldn't make it. The couch was good enough for her, she thought, as she laid down and closed her eyes.

Minutes later, she was awake again, but this time, it was completely dark in the penthouse, with no light coming from the city below the windows. She could hear rain hitting the window but couldn't even see it. It wasn't minutes, it was hours that had gone by as she saw 3:33 on the digital clock nearby.

"Diavolo?" She called out again. No answer. Dread and fear began coursing through her body. She had no way of contacting anyone with her own cell phone, and all he said was they would see each other soon.

"Come here," she heard a whisper say from the penthouse door. Her head whipped around to look in the direction she heard it from.

"No," she called back, treading carefully. She knew from how it sounded that it was inhuman, and knowing about the supernatural world as she did, it wasn't far-fetched to think it was a spirit.

"Come. You want to see him, yes?" It whispered again.

"You won't help me. Begone," she barked, standing her ground. The voice chuckled quietly.

"Don't be so quick to cast me out, girl. Your soul may be old, but I have existed longer than most stars in all universes," the whisper replied.

She then quietly stood, walking toward the door. "Okay, fine. Here I am," she replied.

"Closer, dove, I need you at the door," the voice beckoned again.

With her brows furrowed, arms folded, and back straight, she approached and stood within inches of the door. "Now what?"

"Little lamb, old soul, sweet girl, you are called to a new place," the door replied. "Hark, think back to the times you fell out of step with mortals, when you knew things no one else did but had no explanation for how you did, or how the spirits sought your company, yet you felt compelled to deny them."

"I remember..." she answered, feeling slightly dizzy, but more like she was experiencing vertigo as everything became even darker around her, to the point that not a single lumen of light could be seen.

"You were blessed by Lucifer himself, a doll for the darkness, a lamb for the light, a soul for the saved and damned. Many adore, lust for, and want you, but only the select few were only ever meant to keep you. Those few have come to take you home, to bestow great gifts and charms upon you in this new life they offer."

"... What must I do?" She asked, her words beginning to slur as she held her head in her hand.

"Sit at the right of the right hand and at the left of the crown," it answered cryptically. "Wear the crown of thorns and carry it high above your subjects. Let them see you, let them drown themselves in your empathy. And let the sovereign grovel before you, worshipping your being as you lay the path to his dreams simply by walking along his circuit. They shall all love you, and you shall love them. You will redeem rewards you longed for your entire life for your deeds, malicious and benevolent."

She stared at the door, listening to every word. Even as it spoke, she comprehended it was speaking in another language, yet she could understand every word. Blinking a few times, she finally felt clarity as the pain subsided.

"Is this the way to his home?" She asked, placing a hand on the door. Immediately, three circles began to etch into the door, as if someone was holding a woodburner pen to it.

The first circle on the left was filled with the design of a crown, embellished with precious stones and harsh thorns. "The Emperor" was listed below it. The third circle on the right was filled with a set of beautiful, intricate scales, perfectly balanced with a feather and a boulder on each platform. "Justice" was listed below it. Finally, the middle circle began to fill itself. There was a line down the middle, and each half was filled with half of a very familiar face. Her own face appeared on the left, and the prince's on the right in high detail. Below it read "The Lovers."

"Make your choice, little lamb."

Her eyes were wide as she took in the scene, her breathing becoming feather-light and heart pounding in her chest.

She swallowed thickly and reached up high on the door, letting her fingers drag across the warm wood.

"Take me home."

The door became untouchable with fiery heat, and it suddenly disappeared but left the smoldering images hanging in mid-air.

Beyond the burning glyphs, she looked past them and saw two glaring crimson eyes glaring down at her, as if it was further down the hallway.

"A wise choice," the figure said, coming closer. "Are you afraid?" It sounded nothing like the whisper from the door. This sounded like the chorus of all the voices she's heard her whole life, the ones she ignored or turned away in favor of trying to lead a normal life. And it was finally in this moment who she's seen and heard all these years.

"Just of the uncertainty. Not of you," she answered. "I know you."

"And I know you, lamb. And you will get to know me more and the life you were meant to have."

A shadowy hand extended toward her, illuminated by the burning glyphs.

"Take my hand, and I'll take you home, darling."

She saw something in her peripheral and saw the colors coming into focus to show her the childhood bedroom she was leaving behind. Her life. Her parents. Everything she ever knew.

Looking back to the hand waiting for her, she took another deep breath before trailing her glowing gaze up toward the large crimson orbs that watched her.

"Will it hurt?" She asked, her hand raised with her palm up, not extending it past her own frame.

"Not at all. I'm here to ensure your safe delivery. Your body and soul will remain in tact."

She nodded and looked at the burning epitaph before her, studying their shape and meanings.

"I want to see you," she stated. She felt the being's hesitation and added, "Like this. Don't change to your human form."

"Then you will be afraid," he answered.

"You've been in my mind the entire time. I've seen you in corners and beyond the edges of the halls," she insisted. "I want this."

Unable to resist the temptation, the figure stepped forward, the light before her subtly illuminating his form. She craned her head back. It was at least ten foot tall, the entire body a blanket of black soot and shadow, the outlines of the form hazy with vapors. To the more solid parts of the body, they shined dully. Her eyes trailed upward to find hard-cut abs and a highly muscular frame. It was only when she finally found the beast's face that she was a little stunned. The shape never stayed consistent, the vapors fluctuating between a lion, goat, humanoid, to something that could only he described as demonic. The face finally settled on a mix of humanoid and demonic. He had a sharp nose and high cheekbones, horrifyingly beautiful with his crimson eyes and wicked smile lined with bloody teeth. Large batlike black wings riddled with falling black feathers twitched behind him.

"... Satisfied?"

"Yes, thank you... Lucifer," she answered. He held out his ghostly black hand to her again. "... I'm ready."

He smiled again, licking his teeth. "We'll see."

Keeping her eyes locked on his, she placed her small hand in his much larger one, his long fingers with talons curling around her fist. His touch was simultaneously warm and cool. He tugged her in close, looking down at her. "Hang on."

Lucifer bent down to sweep her up into his arms, cradling her bridal style. He turned and began walking down the hallway that was slowly becoming illuminated with every step he took. They shined from looking wet, as if they were in a sewer. She laid her head against his chest.

He stopped and waved his hand over her face, causing her eyes to close. "Rest, my lamb, we'll be there soon."

In milliseconds, she was asleep again, and he took off running down the halls of hell, speeding past the souls of the damned, the circles of each sinful ring a blur. Though it was a long and treacherous journey for anyone else, for one of hell's most feared occupants, he had no trouble traversing its distance. He flew up toward the hellish skies, passing the brimstone fires, hail, and electrical storms. Though she may have been intrigued, he wanted to save such a journey for when she was more prepared.

Thunders and cracks of lightning spurred around him as he flew through the tunnel connecting hell to the residential realm of demons: the Devildom. In reality, it took hours to make the trek, but to him, it felt like minutes.

With a loud thud, Lucifer touched down in the center of the Student Council Room at RAD, his wings wrapped around himself and his cargo. He was breathing hard and reorienting himself in his humanistic form again. As the cloak of hell's overcast dissipated, he took a deep breath and looked up, his wings unfurling to reveal the little bundle in his arms.

"Thank you, Lucifer. Right on time as always," Diavolo called out, taking his seat at the head chair in his own demonic form, draconic wings and tail slowly dissipating. He snapped his fingers and returned to his regular form again. "I hope the gates behaved. The spirits were a little unruly from her presence."

"It was fine," Lucifer replied, gently setting the woman down on the floor. His brothers began to file into the room, chatting amongst themselves as they saw her laying there on the floor. They briefly checked in with Diavolo, reporting on their efforts to prepare for their new arrival. After Lucifer laid her out more comfortably, making sure she was put together, he stepped away and straightened his uniform before taking a seat beside his brothers below Diavolo.

"Are we ready?" Diavolo asked, setting his papers down and looking around to make sure everything was in place.

The brothers sounded off their readiness in reply, enthusiastic for their new member.

"Lucifer," Diavolo ordered, leaving his command unspoken. Lucifer raised his hand and snapped his fingers, rebuking his spell.

Everyone went silent as they all watched her. It took nearly a minute before she started to stir, her eyes unfocused and trying to open unsuccessfully. Her vision was tilted, her head swimming as she fought to orient herself again. The air pressure felt different, her body felt somehow lighter, and the air smelled much different, like spice and crisp autumn leaves. This wasn't earth, and she knew it pretty quickly.

While she regained consciousness, Diavolo watched nervously. His golden gaze was trained solely on her as she started to try and prop herself up on an elbow.

"My head..." she groaned softly.

The prince flinched but ultimately stayed in his seat. He had seen her last just merely half a day prior, but he had missed her so much. And entrusting her with Lucifer was not easy, but he was grateful it went as well as it did.

Finally, she sat up fully, leaning on one arm as she used her free hand to rub her eyes. She blinked a few times and let her eyes adjust to the new lightning, as it was dimmer than before. It was then that she looked up and saw all her companions from before smiling down at her, waiting patiently. Her eyes darted up to the large red-head sitting in the chief judge's chair that smiled down at his beloved human.

Diavolo stood slowly.

"Welcome to the Devildom... Taylor."

I hope you enjoyed! This has been the finale of Dollface. As I wrote this story, I knew the direction I wanted to go, and it evolved to how *I* came to the Devildom in a joint story of Diavolo's mishap in becoming a doll. My name is Taylor IRL, so I apologize if you may have been confused at the end. But I wanted to make this a story that most everyone could enjoy, and be reader insert minus a few choice places. Insert your own name at the end!

Thanks for reading!

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i want you to be rough with me | pt 3

notes: part 3 is finally here, i’ve been a little busy on my days off but i’ve finally finished the idea an anon requested, enjoy :)

warnings: 18+, mommy kink, orgasm denial, forced masturbation (kind of?), degradation, tit spankings, mentions of rope play, use of magic. minors DNI!

words: 3k+

if there was one thing wanda always loved to do it was bring you to the delicious brink of an orgasm, teetering you on the edge until she retracts her fingers, strap or mouth; leaving you breathless, frustrated and helpless under her touch.

sometimes it was to punish you after misbehaving, answering back or just plain refusing one of her commands.

usually, you did it on purpose just to feel her hand collide with the soft skin of your ass to mark you and leave you sore for days.

safe to say wanda caught on and decided that just wouldn’t do, she couldn’t have you enjoying your punishments. oh no. they were there to teach little girls like you a lesson.

so one day, she switched things up and ever since then it was now wandas’ favourite thing to do.

it left you even more pathetic than before and that sparked something animalistic in the redhead.

other times, wanda just did it for fun.

just to see how far she could push the denial, simply just because she could.

you hated it and the control she had over you but, parts of you also loved wanda deciding what happens in the bedroom.

no words in the dictionary could explain how unbelievably hot it was.

you just loved how she threw you around and treated you like you were nothing but a sex doll to use and abuse.

you also loved the aftercare that came with it. when wanda would do anything to make you feel better, attending to your every need like the good mommy she is.

to be honest, you had no idea how months ago, a simple shove on the bed got you to this point you were now but you were so glad it happened.

you mulled over all of these thoughts in your head as you waited patiently on the bed, your wrists clasped tightly in red satin ribbon that held your arms above you. you turned your head side to side, looking at the ribbon that was tied to either bedpost securely.

your heartbeat spiked upon admiring the masterpiece in front of you, wanda sure was skilful when it came to this type of stuff. it was quite mesmerising, you had to admit.

your mind flashes back to the time when wanda had purchased a load of rope, red naturally, and decided she wanted to learn shibari. your cunt throbbed at the memory of you completely bound and at the older woman's mercy, a vibrator expertly threaded into the knots above your clit as she made you stay placed in front of her.

all you could do was lie there, curses and moans falling from your lips as filthy words of encouragement fell from the older womans' who sat perched on a chair at the foot of the bed, her eyes glued to you as she watched you cum over and over again until you were painfully sensitive and crying for her to take pity on you.

the sounds of heels clicking brought you back to reality, your head turning to look at the ajar door as the steps grew closer.

“do you know why you’re in this position right now, malysh?” wanda voiced as she pushed open the door with a flick of her finger, red irises fading quicker than they appeared.

you couldn’t help but audibly moan at the sight of your girlfriend who stood tall and confident in front of you. she adorned black heels, red bottoms peeking out as she stepped closer to you. she wore a black lacey lingerie set along with garters and it all just hugged her so perfectly you couldn't help but rub your bare thighs together to muster some sort of friction you so badly craved.

your eyes desperately darted up and down as you hungrily took in the older woman’s appearance.

“oh this?” a smirk played on her lips as she followed where your eyes had landed on her garter-clad thighs. “i decided to treat my baby today, something special just for you.. even though you don't deserve it. which reminds me..” wanda gently placed herself on the edge of the mattress, her fingers running tentatively up and down your leg. “i’ll ask again, why are you in this position right now?”

your eyes stay trained on her thighs and you automatically pulled slightly on the restraints, wanting to feel her closer to you.

“i- i don't know, mommy” you husked out, finally tearing your eyes away to face wanda who was coldly staring back at you. “i’m always a good girl for you”

wanda chuckled, shaking her head at your reply. “you know what you’ve done baby and so do i, if you just own up to it i’ll be more lenient”

you racked your brain as you tried to recap the past couple of days that flew by in a blur while you stayed home alone.

the older woman was busy with work and had to travel for some important business meeting that, to be honest, you didn’t really understand fully when she told you about it. but, you listened to her boast anyway about how this was a big opportunity for mommy, and soon after she laid down some ground rules.

you gulp when you remember your mistake.

“number one, detka… no friends or parties, i want to come home to a clean house and my little one not stinking of alcohol. got it?”

you nodded obediently but you honestly wouldn’t do that even if you wanted to, all you wanted is to stay home alone, watch movies, bake cookies etc and wait patiently on your girlfriend to return.

“number two, no touching and certainly no cumming.” wandas hand trailed delicately up your leg, between your inner thighs and upwards to forcefully cup your clothed cunt in her hand. “this is mine, it belongs to me and i expect my little girl to keep her hands to herself. got it?”

you swallowed hard at the request. two whole days. sure, you could do that, couldn’t you?

“yes mommy, got it”

wanda smiled wide at your response, leaning forward to press her soft lips on your forehead. “atta girl, and finally… when i call, you answer. i want to know my little dorogoys going to be okay on her own”

wanda was always the overprotective type but you never minded, it was heartwarming to feel and see how much the redhead loved and cared for you.

you smiled up at her, your hand tracing patterns on the arm that cupped you. “i’ll be so good mommy, don’t worry too much about me”

wandas lips stretched from ear to ear in a grin at your obedience before leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your lips.

“that’s my girl”

all you had to do was follow three simple rules but you really couldn’t help but break rule number two. wanda had called you on the first night of her being away and she had tormented and teased you relentlessly. so in your opinion, it was wandas fault; even though you would never say that out loud.

“shit i- i remember what i did and i am really sorry, after all of the teasing i just couldn’t help myself” you gave the older woman a lopsided smile as you try to explain your actions. “it was only one, mommy i promise. i’ll never do it again”

the older woman hummed in response, tapping her finger on her chin in thought and you just prayed to whatever god that she shows some kind of mercy and leniency with you.

"i believe you, little one but what kind of mommy would i be if i didn't teach you a lesson?" wanda eyed you in your restraints and smiled. "now... what should i do with you?"

you swallowed hard at the way the redhead's eyes burned into you, green eyes fading to red as her pupils dilated and you can only imagine the thoughts running through her head.

"please" you whine, your arms instinctively pulling on the restraints and you can't help the soft wince that escapes your mouth as you feel the rope nip at your skin. "i- i have learned my lesson.. never again mommy, i swear"

wandas bottom lip juts out in a feigned pout before shaking her head with a chuckle. "i knew you had broken a rule when i called you on the second-night dorogoy, i could see guilt written all over your face”

you shut your eyes when you felt wanda shift on the mattress, raising a leg to push the tip of her heel against your cunt. she flattened her shoe and pushed harder, a whimper escaping your lips at the feeling.

"i knew you would never have a party or friends over because.. you just want mommy don't you detka?…"

you nodded frantically as wanda moved her foot up and down against your cunt, the only thing stopping your wetness from coating the bottom of her heel was the red lace panties that wanda kept you in.

“…you answered all of my calls, so that leaves just one more rule. the second one and no matter how hard your dumb little whore brain tries, you can't hide from me y/n”

you bit your bottom lip at the friction against your clit and you couldn't help but shift your hips to grind yourself against it.

"go on slut, hump my shoe like the pathetic girl you are"

she didn't need to tell you twice, as soon as the words left wandas lips you threw your head back, moving your hips faster as your mouth fell slack in an o' shape and a guttural moan escaped your throat. "s-so good.. thank you mommy"

"you're welcome baby, let me know when you're close okay?" wanda cooed as she stretched her leg until it was straight along the mattress and tightly pressed up against your cunt.

your hips moved vigorously against the bottom of her heel as you nodded your head in response, you could feel your walls clenching around nothing as the coil in the pit of your stomach turned and twisted. beads of sweat dripped from your forehead, your hair becoming damp while you put every ounce of strength to stay in the perfect spot on her heel that was turning your brain into putty.

wanda watched in awe at your desperate attempt to bring yourself closer to the edge and she almost caved for a moment when she saw the wet patch on your underwear. it was a sight to see and it nearly earned you pity from the redhead, but when your pants became heavier and your hands clenched until your fingers grew pale and your nails dug into the palms of your hands, wanda couldn't help the smirk that formed on her plump pink lips.

"god, i'm so-" your words died out quickly when the witch retracted her heel from you and you gasped loudly at the sudden lack of pressure. your chest raised up and down heavily and you stared at the woman in front of you with wide eyes and a scowl.

"wanda, wha- why did you stop?" you asked, your breath catching in your throat as you tried to recover from the whiplash of your high being taken away from you so abruptly.

"that was one, malysh" wanda uttered, moving her foot ever so slightly to nudge your clit with the tip of her heel. she laughed as you whined and you couldn't help but angrily pull at your restraints. "stop being a brat, you deserve this"

you scoffed in return, your eyebrows still furrowed as you eyed the older woman. "but.. that's not fair you can't just do that, you said i could-"

wanda interrupted you with a tut, her head tilting slightly as her eyes switched from their usual beautiful green to strikingly intimidating red.

okay, maybe it wasn't the best idea to backchat a witch but at this point, you were too frustrated to care.

"you're a liar!" you spat and you watched as wanda raised her eyebrows, almost taken aback by your actions. but, you stood your ground (no matter how unnerving it was to see wanda like this) and shifted closer to the woman, only stopping when your arms strained from the pull of the ribbon as it gripped tighter against your skin.

"y/n i think you need to be sure of your words and remember who you're speaking to" wanda's voice was surprisingly gentle, her hand raising to rest on your cheek. "now let's try this again shall we?"

wanda removed her hand that caressed your cheek and with a flick of her wrist, your body moved backwards, the manoeuvre only stopping when you connected with the headboard behind you.

the redhead smiled, red eyes still focused on you to gauge your next reaction but all you did was stay put as your chest heaved in exasperation.

"good girl" the witch cooed as she lifted herself off the bed to walk over to one of your dressers. when she pulled the drawer open by the handle, wanda hummed in thought as she mulled over her options. "this should suffice moya lyubov', now.."

the redhead turned to face you, a smug smirk creeping onto her lips as she pivoted her body to show what she had pulled from the dresser.

you swallowed hard as the older woman waved a thin leather paddle in the air before bringing it down on her hand to test the waters of the impact.

that was definitely new.

"..do i need to gag your pretty mouth too or are you going to stop being a brat for mommy?" wanda asked, the sickening smug never fading as she stepped closer to you and back onto the mattress.

you shook your head no in return, not trusting how your voice would sound as you watched the woman move to tower over you. with her free hand, wanda flicked her wrist once more, instantly ridding you of the oversized t-shirt you borrowed from her half of the wardrobe.

the redhead's pupils dilated when intense revere fogged her mind, black quickly taking over red as she watched your nipples harden under the cold air. wanda licked her lips at the sight in front of her before wasting no more time as she brought down the dark red, thin paddle on one of your perky breasts.

you hissed at the contact, your chest jerking forward as you immediately felt the harsh sting of the slap that echoed throughout the silence of the room.

wanda hummed in appreciation at your reaction before going back to her original position on the bed. you whimpered when you felt the bottom of her heal once again rest itself against your clit which was achingly throbbing at her touch.

this time, your hips stayed put even though you wanted nothing more than to rut against it until you begged for the release you so desperately yearned for.

"go on, detka" wanda purred, giving you permission yet again as she smoothed the paddle over your chest, watching in awe when it raised upwards and over the erect bud of your nipples.

"mommy.." you mewled, arching your back as wanda continued her torturous slow touch on your chest. "i want to-"

"it doesn't matter about what you want anymore, shlyukha. you disobeyed me, simple as" the redhead brought down the paddle once again on your opposite breast and you let out a cry at the contiguity. "little girls earn the right to cum, you know this. now do as i say"

your bottom lip jutted in a pout before you decided to just give in and obey. wanda smiled as she watched you start to grind your hips against the bottom of her heel and a guttural moan escaped your lips in relief.

your pace soon quickened, desperate to bring yourself close to the edge when you felt that all too familiar coil tighten once more in the pit of your stomach. your walls fluttered around nothing when wanda began to slap your nipples with the paddle repeatedly.

"fuck, if only you could see yourself right now y/n. so pathetic and needy for me," wanda remarked, her abuse on your chest never failing to cease as she spoke with nothing but lust and adoration for you. "tell me when you're close again, detka"

tears threatened to spill from the corner of your eyes as the overwhelming urge to not say anything took over. but, you knew better than that, you knew you would cum hard against her heel and you wouldn't be able to hold back or pretend it wasn't happening.

so all you could do was nod as you continued your relentless pase.

"that's right little one, just keep using mommy to get off and maybe if you're good i'll make that icky feeling go away"

that was all the encouragement you needed to teeter you closer to the edge and before you could register your next movements your body had already jerked away from the older woman's shoe. you stayed there half sat up while your chest heaved and your body burned for release, but wanda's words were engraved in your brain and you'd be damned if you didn't prove you could earn the right to cum.

wanda gasped in surprise when you abruptly moved, she and her foot were already prepared to pull away at any sign of you coming undone. alas, she didn't need to and she couldn't help but beam proudly at you. "aw, malyshka, that's my girl, well done"

"shit mommy, i- please i'm sorry i promise i won't do it again"

wanda eyed you for a moment, watching as you tried to calm your irregular breathing. she trapped her bottom lip between pearly whites, biting down at the sight of you. "okay, okay" the witch uttered. "but first you're going to make mommy cum, i mean i deserve it, after all, don't i?"

your eyes widened as you shot up to sit facing wanda. "yes fuck, please can you sit on my face, i want to taste you"

wanda tutted but shifted to hover over you anyway. "such a filthy mouth, detka, let's put it to good use instead"

[abitohoney]

A Shimmer in the Night

Chapter 3 of 5 - Lose Control AO3 link

CH1 || CH2 || CH3 || CH4 || CH5

Sevika x female reader

Rating: Explicit, MDNI, 18+, NSFW

Tags: Sevika/Reader, Enforcer!Reader, Werewolf!Sevika, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood, Smut, Light Dom/sub, Dom!Sevika Sub!Reader, Begging, Praise Kink, Cunnilingus, Overstimulation, Strap-Ons, Rough Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Aftercare, Soft Sevika, Face-Fucking, Hair-pulling, Vaginal Fingering, Choking, A/B/O Dynamics, Marking, Rutting, Heat, Werewolf Sex, Knotting, Breeding, Minor Character Death

Word Count: 10.9k

Summary: A series of mysterious, violent murders has taken both Piltover and the Undercity by storm. As a relatively new enforcer, you're bound and determined to solve this before any more innocent lives can be taken. Nothing prepares you, though, for the discovery you make when you take matters into your own hands. Nor are you prepared for the involvement of Silco's enigmatic right hand woman.

AN: This is already complete on AO3. Just bringing it to Tumblr now. Tags are for the entire fic, not necessarily the individual chapters.

You never receive an explanation for Sevika’s abrupt disappearance after your embarrassing wet dream debacle, nor do you ask her about it, for both of your sakes. She does return the following day though, shortly after you wake. Not only does she come bearing what she claims is breakfast, but she must have heard your silent plea for clean underwear, because she also tosses a bag onto your lap containing several pairs and even a few bras. You’re a bit alarmed by the fact that she must have gone through your old ones to determine size, but what’s more alarming is how risqué each one is. Thin and lacey, or small and strappy. Clearly not intended to be very functional and you’re convinced she purchased, or maybe stole, them from a Piltover lingerie shop rather than a standard clothing shop. As much as you would have liked to convince yourself it was merely coincidental, the wolfish grin and glint in her eyes you found when you glanced up at her said otherwise.

The next couple of weeks play out like a well choreographed dance, on a daily repeat. Sevika tends to your wounds, cleaning and redressing with careful and surprisingly tender hands. She brings meals several times a day, leaving you with small snacks while she’s out running ‘business errands’ of which you are not privy to and perfectly content so. Each time she brings a meal, she sits beside you as the two of you eat mostly in silence, and though you won’t tell her as much, you find that time incredibly comforting after being left to your thoughts for a good part of the day. Although she thoughtfully leaves you books and cards to amuse yourself with while ultimately under house arrest, your thoughts almost always find their way to what ifs and anxiety over your inability to work towards preventing the next attack. She is the only thing that can distract you from falling too far down that deep, dark hole of despair. But some of those distractions she provides are becoming a bit of a problem in and of themselves.

All the heated glances, small touches, gentle teasing and flirting become more and more obvious and frequent between both of you. But the moment one of you take it too far, say something a little too suggestive, touch or look somewhere a bit too sensual, the two of you become just one step closer to losing control and restraint. You turn into the startled little mouse, frozen in place, leaving yourself open to her attack. While she turns into the ravenous wolf, eyeing you as if she would gladly swallow you in one bite. Nearly a week before the next full moon, the walls both of you have so relentlessly held together finally start to crumble.

Sitting at the edge of Sevika’s bed in your black robe, you sob softly into your hands, completely unaware that the door behind you had just opened and closed. Distraught over your inability to help prevent further unnecessary deaths, you struggle to place the blame entirely on Sevika. Though she was in fact confining you to her room for an entire month, preventing you from taking matters into your hands and potentially aiding in bringing this whole mess to an end, you can’t deny she has good intentions. You are a potential risk. If let go, there’s a damn good chance you’ll turn and be the cause of further damage. Even if you don’t, there’s also risks associated with you spreading the information she’s shared with you, specifically her and Silco’s involvement. If the wrong people caught wind topside, they’d certainly make sure anyone involved was prosecuted and you’re not entirely sure it’s deserved. It was an unintentional result of an experiment, and they were making efforts to correct it. It was bigger than that even, if Silco was taken from the Undercity it would likely dissolve even further into chaos.

You're ripped from your thoughts when Sevika’s low, but surprisingly gentle voice reaches your ears. You jump, startled by her unexpected arrival, and hastily wipe away the tears from your cheeks. Her boots appear on the floor just in front of where your feet hang over the side of the bed. Clearing your throat, you slowly raise your head to meet her gaze.

Shit.

Those stormy gray eyes of hers waver as she takes in your, what you assume to be disarrayed, state, eyes certainly red and cheeks tear stained. Your cheeks flush with embarrassment and shame at being caught in such a weak condition. Worse than that though, is how conflicted she looks. Like she has no idea what to do in this situation. She shifts from foot to foot, subtly, but enough for you to notice. Her flesh fingers twitch, hand raises an inch before falling back to her side. The silence between you two is awkward and horribly painful. You need to say something, because clearly she has no clue what to say.

“Sorry. Just upset about this whole situation,” you explain.

“Why?” her tone is gruff, cold, but with the way she flinches after it comes out, you’re pretty sure it was unintentional, that she’s actually trying to show concern.

“I want to be able to help, but I can’t.”

A heavy, exaggerated sigh escapes her mouth, brows pinching in frustration. And damn does that grate your nerves. Mouth open, about to sarcastically apologize for caring, for being so troublesome, but she’s speaking before you can.

“Listen, even if we find out you weren’t infected, I can’t let you go back out there. You’ll be a liability.”

Now you’re really pissed, and apparently she can tell, because she’s quick to keep talking before you can get a word in edgewise.

“I can’t be worrying about your safety while I’m out there, especially in my- other - form.” She averts her eyes, but you can see the discomfort in them, like she’s fighting so damn hard to say what’s on her mind, but you give her a chance to save this conversation before you lose your shit. “I don’t want to see you get hurt, by one of them, or by me. I may have more control, but it’s not perfect.”

Your heart sinks.

Once again you assumed her to be the bad one here, but it ends up being you. You’re being an ass to her when she’s clearly just trying to protect you and struggling to admit it. And here again, this brute of a woman, stoic and mean as she seems on the outside, apparently has feelings for you. Janna do you want to tell her how fucking sweet that is, but you don’t, knowing full well that would not help her overcome her reservations with admitting those feelings. Letting your head drop, you turn toward the nightstand, staring blankly at the pile of books she’d brought you and feeling guilty for holding any contempt towards her.

Something warm touches the underside of your chin. Sevika’s index finger gently lifts your head until you’re looking up at her. Her expression is unreadable, but focused on something low on your face. It isn’t until you feel her thumb brush over the edge of your bottom lip that you realize you’d been biting it. As she applies a gentle pressure there, you release your hold, lips parting as the tip of her thumb glides over the plush of your lip. You find yourself unable to tear your eyes away from her face, desperately wanting to know what she’s thinking at that moment while she can’t seem to take her eyes off your mouth.

Without thinking, your tongue darts forward, running over the tip of Sevika’s thumb. Both your eyes and her own blow wide for a moment. Her eyes, which have notably dilated, flit to yours, but only briefly before dropping back to your mouth. Before you can even attempt to murmur an apology for your inappropriate behavior, you feel her slowly slip her thumb further over your lip, the tip now well within your mouth and dangerously close to your tongue. When she pauses, watching you closely, then proceeds to push her thumb further into your mouth it dawns on you that she’s testing you, testing your boundaries. So you decide to test her .

Leaning forward, you take her entire thumb into your mouth, wrapping your lips around it as your tongue slowly swirls around the perimeter. Her pupils dilate further and those soft looking lips of hers part, a sight that has you moaning around the thick digit in your mouth. She steps closer, a leg pushing between your knees and forcing them to spread. Straddling one of your legs with her own, she slowly leans over you. All you can do is stare in anticipation as her face draws closer to your own, warmth pooling low in your belly and between your legs. The index finger still under your chin tilts your head further back as her thumb slides out of your mouth. You can feel the string of saliva connected between them fall over your chin.

Suddenly you forget how to breathe, but it doesn’t matter, because she steals the breath straight from your lungs the moment her lips meet yours. Your eyes close, head dizzy with lust as her wet, soft lips glide teasingly along yours in a sensual kiss. Something cold and sharp slips across the side of your neck to the nape. Her prosthetic hand cradles your head as she deepens the kiss, her body towering over yours, pushing your head further back. Her human hand leaves your chin and the robe covering you is suddenly ripped open, leaving your front side exposed save for the tiny, lacey underwear she’d brought you. Your startled yelp is muffled by her mouth latched onto yours. She chuckles, and it’s deep, low, and reverberates through your whole body.

She pushes the robe off your shoulders, and you slip your arms out as it slides down your back and onto the bed. Her warm human hand slips beneath the back of one of your thighs, using it to slowly scoot you further back on the bed while she crawls onto it and lowers your back to the mattress, all without breaking the kiss.

She hovers over your body, one knee pressed dangerously close to the apex of your thighs. The tip of her tongue teases along your bottom lip in time with her human hand gliding up over your abs. You whimper wantonly, earning another short, rumbly chuckle from Sevika before she gives you what you want. Her hand gropes at one of your breasts the same time her tongue delves between your parted lips. Your mouth fills with the almost overwhelming taste of her. Smoke and whiskey, a variety of delectable spices. The low hum that seeps from her mouth into yours tells you she must be enjoying the taste of you just as much.

Unsure what to do with your hands, because in all honesty you want to touch every part of her, you pull at the sheets beneath them. Unable to gasp with how ravenous she's kissing you, her tongue nearly down your throat, you suck in a quick breath through your nose when she rolls your nipple between her thumb and index finger. Too much of your body is naked, untouched and cold, so you grasp the collar of her leather top and pull her body down against yours. The palm of her hand remains on your breast, gently squeezing even as your chests are pressed together. Her knees slide down over the mattress, bringing her lower half closer to yours. The thigh between your legs drags along your clit, the thin fabric of your underwear doing nothing to block that blissful friction. On instinct your hips push up towards her, chasing that sensation and inadvertently providing the same simulation to her when your own thigh rubs between her legs.

Sevika finally breaks the kiss, leaving you gasping for air. Eyes fluttering open, you're startled to find her gray eyes flash purple momentarily and her lips pulled back into a snarl, revealing those dangerously sharp canines. Fear strikes your body, causing you to freeze. Did you do something wrong?

Apparently you did nothing wrong, unless turning her on is the crime, because her hips roll, mimicking the same movement you'd just made and grinding your lower halves together. The almost animalistic growl that pulls from deep in her chest is just as arousing if not more than the feeling of her thigh rubbing against your throbbing clit. Your eyes fall shut again as your head rolls back against the mattress, unwittingly leaving your neck exposed to her. The two of you grind together in unison, your soft, breathy moans intermingling with her deep, low groans as she drags her teeth and tongue down your jaw to your neck. Your hands find their way to the back of her head, fingers entwining in the silky strands of hair that lie loose beneath her half ponytail.

Your mind and body quickly become hers entirely as you’re overwhelmed by the blissful pressure of her hand on your breast, the pleasurable drag of her thigh against your aching cunt and the deliciously sharp cut off her teeth along your neck. Bringing her mouth to your ear, she bites down just hard enough to walk that fine line between pain and pleasure. Her name spills from your parted lips in a desperate cry, but the low growl that escapes her mouth has your breath hitching.

"So sweet," she groans against your ear, warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "I could eat you whole."

Oh god, yes.

"Please," you whine, the coil low in your belly almost unbearably tight, feeling as if it could snap at any moment.

The metal hand still at the back of your neck begins to slide down, sharp claws raking across your flesh. Neither of you realize until it's too late, too caught up in the heat of the moment, one of those claws is dangerously close to a wound. It catches, reopening it and sending searing pain through your back. Your eyes fly wide open and you cry out. Sevika immediately freezes and the moment she hears your soft whimper, driven by a combination of pain and disappointment at the loss of her touches, she lifts off your body.

Mind still clouded with lust, it takes you a moment to realize she's leaving the room. You try to sit up and stand, but the room tilts and you fall back onto the mattress.

"Sevika! Wait! Please!" You choke out between heavy breaths, wanting nothing more than for her to stay with you. To finish what you two had started. The pain is already subsiding and you want to tell her that, but you hear the door open and close with a slam and know she's already gone. Once again she’s stormed out in a mad rush and left you alone, wet, flustered and confused.

After a fairly long cold shower to calm your nerves, and probably more so to cool off after getting so… hot , you towel off and slip into a fresh pair of equally scandalous underwear that Sevika had left you. Standing with your back facing a floor length mirror leaning against the wall beside the sink, you glance over your shoulder to inspect the wound at the top of your shoulder in the mirror’s reflection. It was still very slowly bleeding, but you were more concerned with the appearance of the scars that covered much of your back. You’re not so vain to care too much about the appearance of them, but as you reach over your shoulder to touch one, you can’t help but flinch at the memory of how close you were to losing your life that night. If it hadn’t been for Sevika, you certainly would have been done for.

“I- I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Sevika’s voice, though oddly quiet and soft, catches you off guard and your head whips forward to find her standing in the doorway to the bedroom. As if her sudden presence wasn’t startling enough, the expression on her face sure as hell is. Her gray eyes shift nervously, like she can’t quite meet your eyes. Mouth downturned and brows relaxed, she looks so unlike her usual stoic or haughty demeanor. Almost… vulnerable.

Janna, she’s so cute like this.

“I know you didn’t mean to hurt me,” you assure her, “and honestly, it really wasn’t that bad. Just startled me more than anything.” She shifts from one foot to the other and it’s a damn struggle not to smile at how sweet it is to see someone normally so confident and brutish be so soft. You couldn’t bring yourself to tease her though, not when it’s clear she’s struggling, so instead you try to help break her out of it.

“Could you put a bandage on it for me? You’ve been such a wonderful nurse.”

Those stormy gray eyes finally meet yours and you smile at her coyly. The little eye roll and ‘tsk’ she gives at that is completely negated by the tiny upward tug at the corner of her mouth that she tries to hide but fails. It does seem to do the trick though, and she nods towards the sink as she saunters your way.

Obeying her silent instruction, you stand in front of the sink, watching her approach through the reflection of the mirrored cabinet just above it. She disappears from your view just for a moment as she reaches over your shoulder to open the cabinet to grab a cloth and a small bandage. While your attention remains on the reflection of her face, she focuses on your shoulder as she wipes away the last bit of blood and applies the bandage.

“Can I ask why you left?” you question, turning to face her once she’s finished.

It isn’t until her gaze drops to your chest momentarily before returning to your eyes that you realize you’re only in your underwear, but after what transpired earlier, you’re not feeling nearly as bashful. If anything you’d like to have her attention there again, though first you’d like some answers.

She hesitates, clearly contemplating whether or not to give you an answer, so you press a bit more.

“Did you regret what we were doing?”

That seems to shock her, those gray eyes going wide for a moment before she shakes her head.

“No. It’s not like that.” She sighs, turning to look away from you. “That variant I took… it's not perfect either. I still have… urges . They can be hard to control and it only worsens the closer it gets to a full moon.”

“Urges?” You’re pretty sure you know what she’s referring to, but the question slips out anyway. Maybe because you just want to hear her admit it, though you’re not sure why.

Her eyes flit to yours again, but now they’re narrowed, angry, frustrated.

“Yes. Urges. And I’m afraid if I give into them I’ll hurt you. I did hurt you.”

“So this is a typical thing you deal with?” you ask out of curiosity.

“No!” she snaps, and you’re a bit startled by how angry she’s suddenly become, quite the contrast to the soft countenance she had just moments ago. “I don’t typically have something so- so tempting- so sweet- so willing in my bedroom- in my bed,” she growls, taking a step closer. Her human fist clenches at her side, and as she towers over you, you have to tilt your head back to meet her gaze and let her know you’re not afraid. You’re certain that’s what she’s attempting to do. Instill fear in you, to drive you away in order to protect you, but you don’t need protection from her. You trust her not to harm you.

“And your scent is fucking everywhere,” she continues to vent. Apparently you had opened the floodgates, but you’re taking in every single word, catching all the underlying meanings. “My fucking cloak even smells like you! I can’t get you out of my head no matter where I go!”

When she finally stops, nostrils flaring as she glares down at you, you’re able to look past it, emboldened by her admitted attraction to you and opt to take a calculated risk. Without breaking eye contact with her, you reach out to run your fingertips down her exposed midriff before hooking them into her waistband.

“What if I want you to give into those urges?” you ask suggestively, tugging her closer.

The way her upper lip curls into a snarl, revealing those sharp canines, only drives you to push her further. You know what she wants, and you're more than willing to give it to her.

“What if I’m willing to take my pleasure with a little pain?” You pull her closer still, the tops of your bare breasts brushing against the bottom of hers.

Both her arms reach out, grasping the front edge of the sink behind you and caging you in. She takes one more step forward while you take one back, your ass bumping into the hard porcelain.

"You don't know what you're saying," she snarls. You simply smile up at her coyly, which seems to frustrate her further. “This! This is exactly what I’m talking about. You’re so fucking willing. And- fuck! I can smell your arousal,” she growls, “Every. Fucking. Time.”

That catches you off guard, but it seems her façade is starting to crumble as she presses a thigh between your legs and lowers her head as if she’s about to bring her lips to yours. Your eyes flit between hers and those luscious lips in anticipation, but a sudden knock at the bedroom door has you nearly jumping out of your skin.

"Shit," Sevika huffs, stepping away from you and running her flesh hand through her hair. "Stay in here and stay quiet," she hisses before heading to the door.

Quickly slipping into your robe, you scurry to the bathroom door, poking your head out just enough to see the bedroom door where she stands talking to someone.

"Silco wants to see you," you hear a man say from the hallway. Sevika's large frame takes up most of the doorway, so you can't quite make out who she's talking to.

"I'll be up in a few minutes," Sevika grunts impatiently, trying to close the door.

"What's the matter? Got some company or-" his question is cut off by the door shutting, but not before he finds the gap beneath her arm and catches sight of you, his eyes going wide.

"Hey! Isn't that the enforcer girl?!" His muffled voice calls from the other side of the door. Sevika shoots you a death glare from over her shoulder before turning back.

"No! And who I fuck is none of your business," she bellows.

She turns to face you, and she looks just as pissed as she did in the bathroom, but now you're pretty sure she truly is mad at you.

"I told you to stay put," she growls as she stalks over to you.

"What's the big deal?" You ask, suspicious that she's just ashamed to have been caught with a topsider in her room.

"The big deal is if Silco finds out I've got a possibly infected girl in my room he's going to have you killed," she bites out.

Oh. Damnit.

You did it yet again. Assumed her the bad guy here, but once again that wasn't the case. She's trying to protect you.

"Sorry."

"You say that a lot."

"But I do mean it," you insist.

She simply glares at you for another moment before stepping past you towards her bed.

"Here. Your wounds are healed enough," she grumbles and tosses something at you. Barely catching it, you hold it out in front of you. It's a rather large, worn t-shirt, probably was hers at one point.

"Thank you," you reply, truly grateful to finally have something to wear besides the robe. Still no pants or shorts, but you'll have to tease her about that later. She's definitely not in the playful mood at the moment.

"I've got to go."

Before she can stomp past you again you catch her human hand with yours.

"Wait," you ask gently, "please."

She pauses, but refuses to look at you, so you step around to stand in front of her, your hand releasing hers to slide up over her cheek, gently cupping it. Her narrowed gray eyes finally meet your soft gaze.

"I mean it. Thank you. For everything. I know you're risking a lot keeping me here. I do appreciate what you're doing."

She says nothing, but her expression softens as she releases a long sigh, her shoulders slumping.

"I shouldn't be gone long," she says quietly and allows you to gently guide her face down to yours. Placing a chaste kiss to her other cheek, you swear you catch a hint of a blush tint her brown skin when she straightens back up. Then she's out the door.

The night before the next full moon you find yourself unable to sleep, tossing and turning as countless worries swarm your thoughts. Distressed that you haven’t been able to help or prepare in any way, that Sevika refuses to let you leave her room until she’s confirmed you haven’t been infected. The thought alone that you could be infected is terrifying. The possible solutions to that problem are terribly undesirable. And even if you aren’t infected, Sevika still insisted you stay back. Though her reasoning is entirely admirable, that she’s only looking to protect you, it’s still extremely frustrating to be helpless when you do in fact feel you could be of help. Then there’s the fear that she herself could be injured, or worse. Who would protect her? She might be one of the strongest and most formidable among the werewolves, but she could easily become outnumbered. That thought alone bothered you the most.

Sighing, you roll onto your opposite side to face Sevika. She’s lying on her right side, human arm tucked under her pillow and prosthetic resting along her side over the sheets. With her mouth open slightly, you can hear her soft, deep, rumbly snores, and it brings a smile to your face. It’s just one of the many things you’ve grown so fond of over the past month you’ve spent with her. You don’t dare tell her how cute she is when she sleeps, knowing full well she’s not going to like being referred to as cute in any way, which in all honesty makes her all the more adorable.

Propping your head up on the palm of your hand and elbow on the mattress, you realize the tiny scars scattered across her cheek and neck are glowing considerably brighter than usual. It’s such a lovely shade of both purple and blue, and the longer you stare, the more convinced you are that the little nodes connecting the various branches are pulsating softly. It’s both calming and mesmerizing, and you quickly forget all your worries.

Without thinking, you slowly reach out towards her cheek with your other hand, intent on tracing those pretty lines with your fingers. A mere hairsbreadth from touching her, you’re startled when her prosthetic hand suddenly grasps your wrist, firmly, but without causing pain. Your wide eyes shoot to hers to find them open and glowing an even brighter purple than her scars. How long had she been watching you watch her?

“I- I’m sorry,” you whisper, stuck in a mixture of awe and shock. “Your scars- I- They’re so beautiful. You’re so beautiful.” Where that last part came from, you’re not sure. You hadn’t intended to say it, but it seems Sevika is just as surprised at the admission as you are. Something flashes in her eyes, but it’s gone as quickly as it came. She slowly releases your wrist, metal fingers sliding gently down your forearm before she lets her hand rest on the mattress in the small space between your bodies. Your hand still hovers over her cheek as you search her eyes. She didn’t push it away, so does that mean you can touch her?

“Can I-?” you whisper, and you wonder if in the dark she can see just how hopeful you are. She doesn’t reply, but slowly blinks as she turns her head toward your hand just enough for the tip of your middle finger to ghost over her cheek. Even as you start to gently trace the jagged lines, your eyes remain locked on hers, searching them for any sign of what she might be thinking or feeling.

“They’re warm,” you say softly, “even warmer than your skin.” She says nothing, just gazes into your eyes and you wonder if she is trying to read your thoughts as well. Fingertips gliding over the sharp cut of her jaw and down to her thick neck, you pause when you reach the soft leather choker she wears. The corner up your mouth ticks up just the slightest, amused that she’s stripped down to just her undergarments AND the choker. It’s quite silly in your opinion, and apparently she notices, her eyes flicking to your mouth for just a moment before returning to your eyes.

“Can I remove it?” you ask, and hope that’s not somehow too forward. You already feel like there’s a chance you’re being too forward, too intimate, but when she tilts her head back to expose more of her neck, it seems she’s at least giving you permission. With only one hand available, it’s a bit of a struggle to release the snap that holds the two ends together, but you manage and let it fall against her pillow. Before continuing your exploration, you notice the next obstacle will be her strapless bra. Armed with the knowledge that she’s let you get this far, you throw caution to the wind and make a bold move.

Gently placing your palm to her shoulder beside the metal socket of her prosthetic, you push her down until she’s lying on her back. She says nothing, only raises an inquisitive brow, so you press on. Your movements are slow, measured, as you rise to your knees and pull the sheets off both your bodies before straddling her thighs. It’s a fight not to let yourself get worked up with how good those thick, warm thighs feel between your own, but that’s not your intention, at least not yet. Finally meeting her intense gaze again, you search those glowing orbs for any sign of hesitation or discomfort, but she’s completely unreadable. However, the moment you lower yourself over her, resting your palms on either side of her head, you feel the startling contrast of warm flesh and cool metal on the tops of your thighs. You pause, waiting to see if she’s going to push you off, but instead you feel her fingertips sink gently into the forgiving flesh.

Bringing your face closer to hers, until the tips of your noses are nearly touching, you whisper, “I want to take your bra off.” That brow of hers raises again and you smile down at her with feigned innocence. “Please? So I can see all those pretty scars.” She seems to consider your request for a moment, and you prepare yourself for the possibility of refusal.

“Only if I can remove your shirt,” she finally replies, and Janna her voice is so deep, husky and reminiscent of an animal. Her intentions obvious, not that you have any issue with that whatsoever, you nod in agreement to the deal. You’re a bit startled when she immediately sits up, her hands quick to grasp the hem of your shirt and start lifting. Raising your arms up and out, you allow her to quickly slip the shirt off before she tosses it off the side of the bed. At this point she seems to have finally found a distraction to take her eyes off your face. Her lips part as she licks them, hands quickly running up along your sides and you’re not sure you can control yourself, or her, with how hungry she looks.

“Sevika, wait,” you blurt out, but your tone is hushed. Her hands freeze just below your breasts and you swear you hear a growl pull from her chest as her narrowed eyes meet yours. Sharp canines poke out from beneath the curl of her upper lip, like she’s ready to snarl, but the moment she sees the alarm on your face she schools her expression, at least the most she can given how her eyes still glow an eerie purple hue.

“Let me finish exploring your body first, please,” you insist. After a moment, her hands reluctantly slip back down your sides to rest on the swell of your hips. You know she’s considerably larger than you are, but that point is really driven home when you lean forward and attempt to reach around her backside to release the clasps of her bra. You’re forced to scoot further onto her lap, pressing your chests together and bringing your head alongside hers.

As you start undoing the clasps, you feel her nose brush along your hair at the side of your head, just above your ear. She inhales slowly, deeply, and you freeze when she holds her breath for a moment before releasing it in a soft groan. The room is suddenly unbearably hot, and you’re certain you’re not going to be able to finish what you started if she keeps behaving so… feral .

“You can do whatever you want with my body as soon as I’m done,” you whisper shakily and your hands falter in their attempt to release her bra.

Fucking clasps. How does she do this with a metal fucking hand?

You nearly forget all about the damned clasps and her bra when you hear her growl in response to your promise. Sharp teeth dig into the tip of your ear, not quite breaking the skin, but it's a sensual mix of pain and pleasure.

“Sevika,” you moan at the same moment you get the last godforsaken clasp separated. Cautiously, you pull your head back to inspect her expression, her bra slipping down to her lap as your bodies separate. Janna, she looks downright ravenous, like she would just fucking rip you to shreds at any moment.

“Are- are you alright?” you ask, feeling caught somewhere between fear and arousal at the sight of her.

“I want to fucking ravage you…” she snarls, human and metal nails digging into the flesh of your hips, “...your body.”

Dear whatever deity is listening, please send help.

You’re so fucking turned on it feels as if all cognitive functions have been turned off to somehow compensate. And it’s a damn good thing you’re seated, because your legs ache with arousal, almost painfully so.

Pulling what little sanity and control that remains within your mind, you toss her bra aside and press your palms to the top of her chest.

"Soon," you promise as you gently push her to lie on her back.

Sitting upright over her lap you have her exposed chest well within your view and a new distraction. Just like the rest of her body, her chest is a delightful mix of hard lines and soft curves. Solid, pectoral muscles paired with forgiving, supple mounds. Her dark areolas are large, inviting and just begging your fingers and mouth to explore.

Another squeeze of her hands at your hips draws your attention back to the original task. Intentionally avoiding her gaze, you bring your fingertips back to the bright scars that decorate the side of her neck. They branch out more the further down you go, scattering beneath the junction of her flesh and metal shoulder joints and continuing down the front of her chest. Although the path continues on down her side, ending just several inches above her waist, your fingers and eyes follow the more enticing paths that fan out over the swell of her breast. And when just one path remains there, you lift all but your middle finger, ghosting along the glowing line that ends just before her areola. Licking your lips, your eyes flit to hers

"Done?" She growls and you make no effort to hide your playful smile.

"Quite the impatient one aren't you?" you tease.

The way she bares those canines of hers in a snarl seems to indicate exactly that, and that she isn't particularly fond of being teased either.

"Just one more quick thing I want to explore, please," you ask as you slowly run your other hand up over her abs. Before you can reach your destination, both your wrists are seized by the firm grip of her fingers wrapped around them.

“No,” she growls, “You’re had your fill, now I want mine.”

Not giving you a moment to protest, she flips you into your back. The startled squeal that leaves your mouth unbidden elicits a wolfish smile from Sevika as she pins your hands to the mattress just above your head. Apparently she doesn't trust you to keep your hands to yourself, and wraps her metal fingers around both wrists, leaving her flesh hand free to roam your body.

That hand almost immediately finds one of your breasts, grabbing a handful while she brings her mouth to yours, swallowing your resulting moan. Her kiss is rough, wild and sloppy, tongue delving deep inside and leaving you no room to respond with your own. Wrapping your legs around her waist, you pull her lower half closer and grind against her hard abs.

When she breaks the kiss to issue what you assume to be a warning growl, she leaves you gasping for air only to take your bottom lip between her teeth and tug.

"Fuck, Sevika," you huff as she releases your lip to drag her teeth along your jaw. Her head raises for just a second, her pupil-blown eyes catching yours before her head dips again to take the nipple of your neglected breast into her mouth. You feel those sharp canines nip at the sensitive flesh, your body squirming beneath her. The desire to put your hands on her, anywhere on her, has you fighting fruitlessly against her iron grip, but your mewling protests only seem to egg her on, the grip on your wrists tightening and the fingers at your breast squeezing harder.

Even when she finally relinquishes her hold on your hands, it's only for her to grasp you by your waist and yank you along with her to the side of the bed, drawing another startled cry from your throat.

She stands on the floor between your legs where they hang over the edge of the bed, feral gaze roaming over your body sprawled out before her. Your hands lie limp against the sheets on either side of your head, chest heaving and covered in sweat and her saliva. You're completely at her mercy. All you can do is watch her glowing eyes focus between your spread legs as her nails rake down your sides to slip beneath the waistband or your underwear. She drags them down off your thighs agonizingly slow, dropping to her knees as she slips them off your feet and tosses them over her shoulder, eyes never leaving the apex of your thighs.

Warm flesh and cool metal hands grasp your waist again, pulling you even closer until your ass is nearly off the edge. She moves closer, settling between your thighs.

And then she licks her fucking lips.

All that tension, all those days, weeks of sexual frustration, has you wound so unbelievably tight you're certain she's going to have you lose it with her demeanor alone.

Hands slipping beneath each of your thighs, she lifts them onto her shoulders as she brings her face closer to your aching cunt.

"You're so fucking wet," she groans, voice deep and thick with lust. Her arms wrap under your thighs, hands pressing against the inside to keep you spread for her. Then her eyes close, and you think she's about to put her mouth on you, but instead she takes a long, deep breath through her nose.

And growls.

Oh dear god.

The way your hips automatically thrust towards her face and you cry wantonly at the crude gesture should have you covering your face in shame, but you're too far lost in your arousal to give a damn. And she notices your reaction, her pupil-blown eyes immediately locking onto yours.

"I want to hear more."

Her face is so fucking close and you're near bursting with need. You make another attempt, this time knowingly, to close that distance by thrusting your hips. Sharp nails dig into the flesh of your thighs as she snarls in warning.

"S-Sevika, please," you whimper.

"Tell me what you want me to do, sweetheart. I want to hear you beg for it."

Janna, you can feel the tears stinging the corners of your eyes. She knows what you want. She knows what you need. But she's not going to give it to you until you beg for it. And you want to, but your mind is so clouded with lust there's no way you can form anything coherent.

Sharp teeth nip at the soft flesh of the inside of one of your thighs, eliciting a short yelp from you. Her thick tongue traces slowly over the marks, soothing the area and teasing closer to where you really want her.

"I- I want your mouth- on me-" you manage to whine.

"Where?" She snarls, dragging her teeth along the inside of your other thigh.

"My cunt!" You cry out, "Please Sevika. I need you so fucking bad."

"Good girl."

The moan that praise elicits barely makes it past your parted lips before it's overtaken by a gasp when her tongue swipes through your slit. And she leaves you no recovery time, her lips immediately wrapping around your clit and sucking.

"Fuck!" you groan, body writhing as she works her tongue deep between your wet folds, her nose intentionally rubbing against your clit.

The way she goes down on you can only be described as unbridled, insatiable and animalistic. She's messy, paying no mind to how her saliva mixes with your slick or how her sloppy kisses and licks leave the mixture dripping down your thighs, ass cheeks and onto the sheets. She's noisy, reverberating groans, hums and growls leaving her mouth with each taste she takes and each blissful sound you make in return.

You should find it all crude, but instead it only leaves you sinking deeper into ecstasy. It all works you up so quickly you're not even sure how long it lasts, but that burning sensation builds low in your belly and it doesn't matter, because the moment you somehow manage to lift your head just enough to catch Sevika’s ravenous gaze from between your thighs, your head falls back against the mattress everything fades to black.

Your body tenses as pleasure courses through your every muscle, every bone. Weeks worth of tension seep from your mouth and into the air on a string of expletives mixed with her name, just as it spills from your body and into her mouth. Deep, low sounds rumble from her chest as she laps up every bit of your release like it's a delicacy, and you can already feel the coil of another orgasm building up again.

“Too much,” you whimper as you come down from your high, the feeling of overstimulation finally reaching your brain as her nose rubs along the overly sensitive bundle of nerves. When she doesn’t seem to hear you, her eyes closed while her tongue continues to lap at your weeping cunt, you dig your heels into her back.

“Sevika! Please!”

That seems to finally get her attention, but as she raises her head from between your legs, slipping them off her shoulders, her eyes still hold that predatory appearance. Mesmerized, your gaze follows hers as she slowly rises to her feet and leans over you, pressing her palms against the mattress on either side of your head. Something warm and wet drips and hits the corner of your mouth, causing you to blink and finally break eye contact. Your gaze drifts down her face, eyes growing wide when you find her face glistening, completely coated in a combination of her saliva and your slick. Then you catch sight of her mouth, upper lip curled back into a snarl, a string of saliva hanging from the corner of her mouth.

“Oh fuck, Sevika,” you moan wantonly.

“I’m not done with you yet,” she growls and lowers her face closer to yours before dragging her wet tongue over the corner of your mouth and across your parted lips. Your own tongue slips out, chasing after hers, only to be denied but not without a taste of your own release taken from your lips. As if that wasn’t enough to have you teeming with renewed desire, she brings her mouth to your ear, her sweat slick chest pressing against yours and whispers huskily, “I want to fuck you with my strap.”

Another wave of arousal shocks your system, leaving you trembling beneath her. You know she notices, and you know she’s fully aware of how willing you are, how badly you want her to take you in any way she wants, but she’s clearly enjoying playing with her food.

“Do you want that?”

“Gods, yes,” you keen.

Her face hovers over yours again as she takes in your flushed cheeks and pleading eyes.

“Say it.”

Your eyes search hers, and you know she isn’t going to give in without you telling her what she wants to hear. Somehow, despite being terribly flustered, you manage to obey.

“I- I want you to fuck me-” you stammer, “with your strap. Please.”

“On your hands and knees,” she demands.

“Sevika! Wait! Please,” you call out before she can pull away. She pauses, eyes back on yours, but her expression remains feral. Desperate for a kiss to calm your nerves, to remind yourself that the woman who cared for you the past several weeks is still behind the animal before you, you raise a shaky hand to cup her cheek, fingertips threading through the short strands of hair along her neck. You don’t have to even pull her towards you for her to understand what you need, and she gives it, just as willingly as you give her your body. She slips her tongue into your mouth immediately, finding yours and coating it in the remnants of your release. Moaning into her mouth, your hand slides further into her soft hair, fingers tugging gently to pull her closer and gods even her nose is wet. Her tongue eventually recedes, only for her teeth to capture your bottom lip and clamp down hard enough to have you mewling in a heavenly combination of pain and pleasure.

Releasing her hold on your lip, she pushes off the mattress and turns to the nightstand beside the bed to turn on the small lamp, leaving you panting and struggling to even sit up so you can do as instructed.

While Sevika busies herself with slipping into her harness, you manage to crawl onto the bed and position yourself on your hands and knees, leaving her enough room to fit behind you.

Basically presenting yourself to her, fully on display, you can feel your cheeks heat with embarrassment. Thighs still glistening with the absolute mess she made of you, it takes every ounce of courage to glance over your shoulder at her. She's turned toward you, standing at the edge of the bed with her strap in place over her underwear. Her human hand glides along the attached silicone toy, applying a generous layer of lube. The toy is long, thick and curved, bright purple like her eyes. Your gaze lifts to those glowing orbs, and they are focused on you, flitting from your flushed face to your dripping cunt. Her lips curl into a sadistic sneer as she ever so slowly crawls onto the bed to position herself on her knees behind you, hungry eyes never leaving your equally hungry hole.

"You sure about this sweetheart?" She asks, teasing your entrance with the tip of the strap while her metal hand slips up over your back. "Once I start, I can't guarantee I won't lose control."

The way that admission affects your mind and body is something you've never experienced before. It’s an intoxicating mix of fear and excitement that makes your legs visibly tremble, barely able to hold you up.

"I- I want you to lose control," you pant, struggling not to just collapse with how worked up she has you again. If it were possible to die from anticipation, you certainly would have by now.

And then she releases something you can only describe as a deep, predatory growl as her metal claws rake slowly down your arched spine. They catch painfully on each of your scars, turning your shaky inhale of breath into a pathetic whimper, but Janna does it drive your arousal even higher. When you told her you could take some pain with your pleasure you had meant it. This is no exception.

Turning away from her, you let your eyes close as she edges the toy inside you just far enough to allow her hand to release it. Both her hands firmly grasp the soft flesh of your waist just above your hips before she starts to ease in deeper, at a blissfully slow rate that pushes one long moan from your throat.

When she finally bottoms out, the tops of her thick thighs pressing against your ass, the pressure against your walls, the feeling of being completely filled, leaves you breathless and shaking. When you feel the mattress shift on either side of your hands, you open your eyes just enough to see her metal arm beside you, palm resting against the sheets as she leans over you. Soft, warm, breasts press against your back as she lowers her head beside yours.

Her nose brushes along the shell of your ear, taking a deep breath as she nuzzles into your hair, inhaling your scent.

"You smell so sweet," she hums before you feel sharp canines drag down the outer edge of your ear.

"I'm going to fucking ruin you," she growls.

Oh god yes.

Her name falls past your lips in a whimper, knees trembling as she slowly pulls out, the tip of the toy dragging sinfully slow along your cunt. She enters again with one quick thrust, your body lurching forward as her hips smack against your backside.

“Fuck, Sevika,” you huff, “Th-that feels so good.”

A deep chuckle rumbles through where her chest still presses against your back, hot breath tickling your ear, her face still beside yours. Your toes curl as you’re hit with another wave of arousal. Another hard rock of her hips has you nearly toppling forward, your hands grasping at the sheets to keep yourself steady.

She sets a steady pace, pulling almost completely out before plunging back inside, drawing moans and curses from you with each one. When you start to try to match her movements, pushing your ass back against her hips, that little bit of extra penetration has the tip hitting something that leaves you seeing white behind your closed eyes. Your toes curl both in pleasure and with the strain to keep up with the relentless snap of her hips. However, the moment she starts to pick up the pace, leaving you without a moment of recovery, you start to lose strength fast, no longer able to meet her powerful thrusts.

Your moans, whimpers and cries of pleasure are drowned out by her grunts and growls against your ear. Somehow, in your ecstasy-addled mind, you’re able to register the feeling of her canines dragging along your neck and settling against the soft flesh where it meets your shoulder. They press down, dangerously close to breaking the skin, but she somehow remains in control, knowing the bite could lead to you being infected by her own variation. It leaves your core aching and your arms finally give out, your face collapsing against the sheets.

“Sevika!” you cry as the change in angle causes the strap-on to hit something that you swear you can feel in every muscle of your body. Her metal hand moves to your shoulder, pressing you further against the mattress and giving her more leverage, keeping you in place as she all but pummels you into the bed.

Feeling like you’re going to drown in the pleasure, you try to call her name again, but all that comes out is a garbled groan when her human hand grasps one of your breasts and squeezes possessively.

Sevika’s grunts and growls increase in volume and frequency, your strangled moans and writhing only feeding her primal urges further. And fuck you’re so damn close. You just need a little stimulation in the right spot, just a small amount of friction, but all your hands can do is claw helplessly at the sheets beneath them as she repeatedly drills into your cunt.

Forcing your eyes open, you turn your head against the mattress to try to catch her attention, hoping she can just read your expression because words are not an option. You’re not prepared for the sight you behold.

Her eyes lock on yours, but it’s almost as if she isn’t really there, no longer of sound mind. Her pupils are blown so wide there is only the tiniest ring of a purple iris remaining. Sharp canines appear from beneath her curled back lips, a long string of saliva escaping the corner of her mouth. Beads of sweat drip down the side of her face, catching on the strands of her dark hair that have fallen from her half ponytail. She’s lost completely to her primal instincts, focusing only on fucking you brainless. And Janna, do you lose your goddamn mind at that image.

Your eyes flutter shut again before rolling towards the back of your head in pure ecstasy. Jaw slack, you no longer have control over the sounds you make, but it doesn’t matter, because those gloriously thick fingers of hers finally make their way between your legs and slide along your swollen clit. One smooth, perfectly timed stroke along that sensitive bundle is all it takes to push you over the edge.

Broken sobs leave your throat as you dissolve into pleasure, body falling limp against the sheets and her large body follows to keep the toy inside you as she continues to fuck you. Her snarl is nearly lost to the sound of blood rushing in your ears. She fucks you through your orgasm, but how she manages to stop herself from overstimulating you in the state she’s in is beyond your comprehension. Everything is beyond your comprehension as you lie there, limp, covered in sweat and your own slick, completely and utterly spent.

When her hips finally cease, the toy stilling inside you, she lowers herself further until her sweat covered breasts press to your back, her breaths just as heavy as your own. Hot air wafts over your cheek when she brings her mouth closer to yours, her tongue dipping sloppily into your open mouth. You try to crane your neck to kiss her, but with no strength left in the reserves, all you can do is let her lap and nip at your mouth as you struggle to catch your breath.

She said she would ruin you, and that she fucking did, but you feel goddamn euphoric.

As the two of you start to recover, breaths evening out and heads clearing, you realize just how much of a fucking mess you are, literally and figuratively. Every part of your body feels wet, sticky, coated in a mixture of your slick, her saliva, and sweat from both of your spent bodies. Her kisses become considerably less wild, carnal, and more tender, peppering your cheek and the corner of your mouth. When you try again to return the affection, you find you’re still without the strength.

Your eyes flutter open to find Sevika’s metal forearm resting beside your hand, but you can feel much of her body weight pressed against your backside. She’s clearly burnt most of her energy as well, barely keeping herself from crushing you beneath her. Turning your head as much as you can manage, you catch her eyes. They're still glowing, but the pupils have returned to normal size and her gaze is soft, appreciative.

“Sevika,” you sigh, “That was- fucking amazing.”

A deep hum resonates from her chest as she runs the tip of her nose along your ear. “I didn’t hurt you did I?”

Your heart swells in your chest at the sincerity and concern in her question, but you chuckle softly. “Not in any way I didn’t enjoy. And although I’m certain I’ll be feeling this well into next week, I would gladly do that again.”

Her body shakes against yours as she releases her own, sultry chuckle. “Sweetheart, I would fuck you again right now if I thought you could handle it.” Those thick, dark lips of hers curl into a sinful little smirk as you inadvertently clench around the silicone toy inside you, another surge of arousal coursing through your veins.

“I’m not sure I can even make it to the shower, let alone take another round of that so soon,” you admit with a smile.

Her cocky grin widens before she replies, “I warned you.”

“I’m not complaining,” you assure her.

She hums in response and places one more kiss to the side of your forehead before sitting upright on her knees and starting to pull out. Clenching your teeth, you fail to hold back a groan as the toy drags along your sensitive walls. The deep chuckle that comes from behind you should be irritating, but it only makes it more difficult to ignore the renewed desire.

“Fuck,” you breath when she’s finally completely out. Trying to push yourself up onto your hands and knees, your face flushes at how pathetically weak you are, arms and legs visibly trembling.

“Need some help, sweetheart?” Her human hand runs soothingly over the curves of your ass, but you can hear the teasing lilt in her tone. Collapsing back against the bed again, you roll onto your back, unable to meet her gaze out of embarrassment.

“Yes.”

You’re not sure what exactly you were expecting as far as help, but it certainly wasn’t for her to effortlessly scoop you up into her arms bridal style. The gasp that leaves your parted lips earns you another one of her sexy, deep chuckles that leaves your cheeks flushed. Wrapping your arms around her neck, you hold on while she backs up on her knees, carrying you off the bed and towards the bathroom. With your face finally close enough to hers, you return her earlier affections with a series of chaste kisses down along her jaw and ending at the corner of her upturned mouth.

Peering up into her bright purple eyes, you can tell she’s trying to look cool and unaffected, but the little smile she wears and the way those eyes flit to yours and then immediately away again are tell-tale signs that she's enjoying the attention.

“Hold on,” she instructs as she steps in the shower. Keeping your arms wrapped around her neck, you cling to her like your life depends on it as she slowly lowers your feet to the floor. The moment she releases you, allowing you to carry your full weight, you feel your legs start to give way, but her human arm wraps tightly around your waist, pulling you against her body and keeping you upright.

Glancing up at her through your lashes, you smile sheepishly at her and try to will your legs to do their fucking job.

“Sorry,” you murmur. Why you’re apologizing for her destroying your ability to stand, you’re not really sure, but you feel rather ridiculous about the whole thing. She, however, seems entirely too amused and pleased with herself, if the cocky smirk she’s wearing is anything to go by.

“It’s alright. I got you,” she replies, but you can still hear the teasing tone, not that you mind given how it makes her smile.

Your hands cling to her shoulders as she turns on the shower, making sure to aim it away from both of you while it warms up. As the two of you wait in silence, you start to realize the way her body is pressed to yours. The strap-on presses against your abdomen, sticky with the remnants of your release, and her naked breasts, even with the height difference, press against your own. It’s nearly impossible not to get excited with her there. Her body is so warm, both hard and soft in just the right places, and she just exudes power and confidence. Glancing up again at her, you find her just watching you, her expression intense. And although you can’t quite tell what she’s thinking, it’s enough to make the room feel uncomfortably hot.

Without a word, she gently guides you backwards, stepping into the cool water. Careful to keep her prosthetic out of the water, she starts to slowly release her grip around your waist, testing if you can stand on your own yet. When it appears you can, her hand finally slips away completely, but you continue to hold onto her shoulders, not wanting to lose that contact. She arches a brow questioningly, to which you murmur another quiet apology and try to avert your gaze, but a set of warm fingers catch you by the chin and keep your eyes on hers.

“Stop apologizing,” she demands, eyes narrowed, and you foolishly open your mouth to apologize again, but she dips her head and captures your lips with her own before you can. And gods you could just melt with the way her lips feel against yours, with how she went from that feral beast in the bed just moments ago to such a passionate, tender woman. It leaves your head spinning and takes your breath away.

When she pulls away, you gaze up at her with half lidded eyes, completely oblivious to whatever it was you were trying to say mere seconds ago. Her little smirk returns and she releases your chin.

Somehow managing to collect yourself, you finally take your hands off her shoulders to start cleaning yourself. You keep your back to her as she removes her strap and underwear, not trusting yourself not to get riled up again if you watch her undress or catch her watching you. Once you’re finished, you quickly slip out of the shower as fast as your wobbly legs will allow, giving her time to wash up without distractions for either of you. Curiosity unfortunately gets the best of you as you’re toweling off, and you glance over your shoulder in her direction. She’s facing you, watching you, clearly expecting to catch you ogling her, and she makes no effort to hide that damn haughty grin of hers when she does. Flustered at being caught, you make your way back to the bedroom as she chuckles behind you.

Gathering up your strewn clothes, you find your underwear unwearable, soaked with arousal, so you head to the dresser drawer where you put the few pairs she’d brought you.

“Hey,” she calls from behind you, and you turn with a raised brow, startled to find her standing completely nude in the doorway of the bathroom. “You don’t need those. Get in the bed,” she demands with a playful grin.

“Y-you’re not dressing?” you ask, surprised she’s suggesting the two of you get into bed nude. She may have finally fed those primal urges of hers, but you’re quite certain both of you could fall to temptation again rather easily, and there’s no way in hell you can take another round so damn soon. She raises her own brow, challenging you to explain why that’s somehow a problem, but instead, you concede and close the drawer.

She settles herself on the bed, lying on her back with her human arm outward, ready for you to lie next to her. Crawling up beside her, you smile coyly down at her, pleased to be invited to cuddle up to her. Her arm cradles your back, pulling you closer as you lie with your head on her shoulder. Draping an arm over her chest and a leg over her thighs you release a content sigh. As she pulls the sheet over the two of you and turns off the bedside lamp, it dawns on you that tomorrow is the next full moon. But before your mind can swarm with anxiety inducing thoughts, you feel her metal fingers start to gently draw lazy, soothing patterns up and down your thigh. Your own fingers trace along the warm, glowing scars that decorate her neck. Then everything is forgotten once again when she places a kiss to the crown of your head. Warm and safe in Sevika’s strong embrace, you quickly drift off to sleep.

next chapter >

[lostalioth]

𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥

→ premise: loki gives his subjects a small treat by allowing them to watch him fuck you, making his princess feel like a pretty show girl for their king.

→ pairing: loki laufeyson x fem!reader | king!loki

→ warnings: eighteen+, smut, king kink?, public sex [loki fucks reader on the asgardin throne in front of lots of people], nicknames [baby, princess, my love].

→ a/n: 03 kinktober! I’m behind and had to get this out fast, day 4 should be coming tonight as well. this was meant to have master kink in it but i forgot and it was switched to king sort of.

Loki adored you from the very moment the two of you began dating, he couldn’t stop himself from constantly showing you off, bringing you up in conversation and gushing about how in love he was. He just had a hard time believing that a woman like you wanted him, he always had a hard time understanding the idea of any woman wanting him. Therefore he couldn’t keep his hands to himself even when it was needed, seeing as he’s king. His father often scolding him for being so handsy with you in public around his people.

That was how the little show you and Loki were putting on for the other Asgardians began. He simply wanted to show off the gorgeous ball gown you were wearing for the annual asgard dance. How that ended in his cock being slipped out of his black slacks, his button down shirt completely open exposing his pale. Your wonderful dress discarded revealing your black lacey matching set, and his cock buried inside you as you ride him in front of almost every asgardian on his throne was a mystery to you [not really ;)]

The golden throne is ice cold on your legs in contrast to the blazing heat where your body was connected to the god.

“Such a good girl for me my love all spread out for everyone to watch the way you twitch on my cock. They all can't stop looking at you baby, if only they got to experience this glorious pussy” he groaned as he leaned back and moved his eye off the audience and glued to your hips. How they were desperately bouncing and grinding, trying to milk his cock.

“Just wanna show them how good i treat their king, how i make him cum” you whine and bounce your hips harder the more that knot in your stomach tightens but its not anywhere near ready to snap not when you can't get loki's long, throbbing cock to reach that spot on your own.

“My little show off” he scoffed with affection and watched with a mocking smirk at you trying your best to fuck your self on his cock. Loki decided he would give them a real show finally, picking you up with his hands hooked under your thighs and holding onto your ass. He turns your bodies around laying you back on the throne's fragile seat he wastes no time in thrusting his cock back deep inside you. It doesn't take long before he’s hitting and abusing that wonderful spongey spot inside you making you let out a spring of loud wanton moans that sounded almost like you were screaming bloody murder.

“All these worthless little subjects are gonna get watch just how messy and beautiful you look when you squirt on my cock baby, they aren't deserving to see such a wondrous sight but i could care less” “my princess deserves an orgasm that’ll knock the wind from your chest for looking so ravishing in that dress and delicious in these skimpy undergarments” he smirks and dives his head in the crook of your neck to leave small bites and kisses up and down it making you whimper and buck your hips.

It wouldn’t be long now before the knot in your stomach snapped and it was gonna snap hard.

→ a/n: this is quite short and shitty cause i rushed and was losing motivation for it :\ it was meant to have a lot more and be better

[mad-maximoff]

Sleepless Nights

Milf!WandaXReader

Summary: Just a short quickly written fic about Milf Wanda🤤

Warnings: Lactation Kink, breastfeeding, fingering (giving/receiving) language

Word Count: 2,334

*I had a fanfic idea a couple of days ago and have been working on this all week, so now I'm finally going to bed! :') I'm still working on part 3 to If I Can't Have You No One Can, though! I have to make an abbreviation for that title lol*

“Oh please! Please, please, please! Billy! Go back to sleep!” Wanda held one of her sons in her arms, cradling him back and forth in a circular motion.

“Honey if you keep rocking him like that, your gonna make both of us sick.” You sat on the couch, surfing through different channels looking for something to entertain the both of you on these late nights with the boys.

“Y/n. Billy just won’t stay asleep, I don’t know what has gotten into him today. Tommy is sleeping like a fucking rock!” Wanda huffed, blowing a strand of her curly red hair out of her face.

“Maybe it’s because you keep picking up your favourite child for a feeding and you wake him up.” You arose for the divot you created in the cushion swiping the baby from Wanda’s arms.

“Billy is not my favourite child Y/n! I have no favourites! What are you doing? Give him back! He hasn’t eaten all day!” Wanda reached over to whisk Billy from your arms but was halted by your elbow pushing her away from the crib.

“No, you already pumped this morning. I fed him when you were in the shower and when you had your little convo with Agnes after supper. He’s fine.” You whipped yourself around facing Wanda head-on. She was tired. Her eyes were heavy, her floral vest was covered in dried on baby food and the white turtle neck was soaked in something wet you couldn’t quite make out.

“B-b-but he ate twice today! That’s not like him! He eats at least three or four times!” You forced her to sit down beside you, working out the tension in her shoulders near her neck.

“Honey, he ate twice with me and twice with you. I think the little bugger is full.” You chuckled to yourself still working on the kinks near her neck.

“Full! He’s full?!? I’m fucking full Y/n!” She broke your hands away from her; unbuttoning her denim floral vest throwing it on the floor beside the couch. Her boobs looked especially big today, even in a white turtle neck which you always enjoyed seeing her in, today was different, however. You’ve seen Wanda naked countless times but that was before she had the twins. After the twins, you were lucky to even trace your fingers along with her panties.

She wasn’t done. Wanda pulled her turtle neck over her messy hair almost taking out her pink scrunchy. Her shirt was fairly thick so she got away with wearing a black lacey bra that held up a set of new globes bouncing all over the place.

“Look detka, I’ve swelled up so badly that even air touching my nipples is making me leak out.” Wanda clenched her biceps forward bringing her full breasts to the forefront. She was right too. Her lace on the bra started to glisten as a tiny bit of milk ran down to her belly button.

“Woah, that is a little bit of a problem now isn’t it.” You couldn’t help but drool over this moment. You haven’t seen your girlfriend nude since the boys were born. It has been weeks but to you, it felt like years.

“No shit Sherlock! Grab the pump! We can pump some of this out before they wake up.” Wanda motioned you to go to the kitchen.

You shot up sprinting to the kitchen when before you opened the door, you could hear the dishwasher going.

“Shit!” You muttered under your breath hiding your forehead against your arm.

“What’s wrong Y/n?” Wanda stood up placing her hands on her hips. You peered over at her seeing her infamous head tilt when she was mad. You knew fucked up, but who can resist Wanda glaring at you without a top on.

“I put the pump in the washer machine..sorry honey..” You tried to brush it off cool and casually until you saw your girlfriend's hormonal stress crash over her, Wanda’s tears crashed down harder than she did plobbing herself back to the couch.

“I can't take it anymore! I feel like I'm 200 pounds. I can't sleep! My tits ruin every outfit! And we haven't fucked in weeks! You probably can't stand to look at me anymore! No one wants a mom body..” Wanda was stressed by the way she kept fluffing her hair with her fingertips. She sat back down on the couch, hunching her back forward, resting her elbows on her thighs.

"Where in the fuck did you get a crazy idea like that huh? I love you, I love our boys. That your beautiful body beared. You are still beautiful Wanda. No matter what happens to you." You stood in front of Wanda; reaching down to raise her chin. Her head lifted. Her tears were finally appearing in the ducts of her eyes.

"You think that baby? You don't think I'm...you know..broken? Or used?" The tears trapped in her eyes created little beads rolling down her cheeks.

"Yes Wands, I truly think that. I love you, I love every being of you. You're not damaged goods sweetheart. Your the boy's strong mother, you're an Avenger." You let go of her chin trailing your finger down her neck to her shoulder, your finger intertwined with the thin black strap of her bra. Lifting the strap off her shoulder. "And...you are my sexy girlfriend. Always and forever." You knelt onto your knees, your head being the same height as her shoulder. Wanda sniffled, wiping her eyes clean of the tears.

"Well, thank you for making me feel better emotionally, but how in the hell are we going to fix this little issue." Wanda pointed down at her breasts almost busting out of her bra. Thousands of ideas ran through your mind while you were staring down at Wanda's chest. Your brain went numb when you noticed Wanda unclasping the back. Her hand flicked it over her shoulder letting it fall behind the couch. You have to help her any way you can right? You kept thinking, but the only idea that came to mind was a pretty big ask.

"I have one idea, but you might not like it beaut." You moved back onto the couch sitting shoulder to shoulder with her. "Anything will work. I'm so sore, I feel like I'm going to burst!" Her hands grasped underneath her expanded breasts. Her fingers clenched softly her skin. Her glowing skin was absolutely perfect. Her skin sparkled, it looked soft to the touch. More than usual.

"Well, you know how the boys won't eat?" Your palms were sweaty, you had no idea why this was so hard for you to say out loud. It sounded a lot confident in your head.

"Yeah, they won't even latch on. Why?" Wanda kept looking down at her chest with a spout drawn on her lips. Her eyes locked with yours as she caught on. "Oh...I think I know what you're saying now.."

You were caught on by surprise. Your expression told on you too, but maybe it wasn't on surprise. "You didn't read my mind. Right, Wanda?"

"Maybe...I could tell you were nervous..so that's why I had to unlock a little door." Wanda stood in front of yourself connecting both of your kneecaps together.

"Well, tell me exactly what I was thinking than smarty-pants." You slumped on the couch sinking deep into the caves of the couch.

"You want to suck my tits, right?" Wanda was too energetic for that sort of response. Almost like she was waiting for you to ask, giving you the right to come out and say it. Even if it wasn't said aloud.

"That was very enthusiastic." You were stunned watching the redhead smile ear to ear. She jumped for joy on the carpet in front of you.

"Of course! I'm in so much pain these couple of days, I have been waiting very patiently for your nervous ass to ask me. And now! Let's do this!" With no hesitation, she straddled your knees making her chest be eye-level with you.

"We better get it done fast before the boys become fussy." Wanda's eyes looked behind the stairs whipping her hair behind her shoulders.

You didn't have to say another word. Your lips pinned onto Wanda's blush-coloured nipple. You were right, it was soft. Her bud harden as your lips pursed not feeling soft anymore. Your brain had no control over your mouth any longer. Your cheeks squeezed together allowing her milk to enter your mouth. The taste was blissfully sweet. The spark of your senses was awakened once you allowed yourself to swallow the milk that filled your mouth. Wanda's breath cooed relaxing her shoulders. Her hands rose finger-combing through your hair up to your scalp.

"Oh god, I feel so much better already." Her whisper was faint.

Your hands had to go somewhere, your arms were becoming sore being placed stiffly on either side of your body. You let go of your stance guiding your tiny hands onto Wanda's pink pants. Your hands lead up to her thighs, using your thumbs to caress little circles in the inseam. Her legs clenched on yours. Wanda smiled whole-heartedly showing all of her pearl white teeth.

"Man, I haven't got a jolt like that since we first met Y/n. I thought you said you were only helping me?" You both knew you guys haven't had sex in 10 months. You tried to while Wanda was pregnant but with her hormones out of whack and her constant need to nest. It became hard to do anything.

You loosened your lips around her tightened wet bud, cumulating a mixture of your saliva and her sweet milk dripping down your chin. "I'd love to help you in others ways too Wanda baby." Your eyes met with hers noticing her lip curled up on one side. Her grin was sensual as if she knew all along with your intentions.

"One task at a time detka." Her grip on your scalp grew stronger pulling you back to her chest.

The endless stream of milk from Wanda's nipple began to dry up tasting nothing but your mouth. Without any thought, you unconsciously moved to her other nipple giving more of a gentle tug. You sensed Wanda's goosebumps across her body, fastening her grip on your scalp. A tiny gasp escaped her lips trying so hard to hold in a moan.

"Oh honey please, no teeth. I'm so sensitive." Her hands clasped prying your jaw down. Your hands had other plans venturing up her thighs to the buttons in the middle of her pants. Your tiny fingers threaded through one button unhooking the fabric from its home. Your hand pushed through her pants arriving at her panties. Your fingers traced the soft cotton. Your nail hooked onto the hem, letting your index and ring finger go into her. Her quiet sounds became a full moan. Your eyes peered up meeting Wanda's gaze. Her mouth lifted onto one side into a sharp grin.

"Go ahead Y/n. Touch me." Her hands released from your head, pushing down onto your shoulders creating a high amount of pressure.

Your hand just did that. Your wrist went numb dropping your hand further down. Her warmth illuminated without even touching her yet. You dipped your fingers through her folds knowing this kind gesture of yours was making Wanda extremely horny. Your middle finger sank into her center with ease. Wanda could not contain what came out of her mouth as you were still attached to her nipple.

You briefly unhooked your lips from her bud, brushing your face between her chest only leaving the feeling of your hot breath. She was sweaty, her boobs were still uneven. Wanda's whole body was reacting to your finger inside her. You turned your palm in a different direction letting your thumb to bend down circling her erected clit.

"Oh! Y/n! Fuck, I'm going to cum!" Wanda grabbed your elbow clenching her nails deeply into your skin leaving red.

"Fuck...you better be." Your hand moved again, thrusting your finger at a rapid speed. Wanda's nose crinkled letting her head fall back. Her walls tightened around your finger rocking her hips all over the place.

Her body took a sigh calming from the high. Your finger unslipped out of Wanda's pussy escaping her pink pants leaving a tiny wet spot at her crotch.

"Fuck...Y/n. We haven't done that in forever." Wanda slumped back on the couch wiping sweat of her brow.

"Too long Wands. Way too long." You prompted yourself against the living room coffee table sitting on your knees.

"I know Hunny-bunny. It's just been so hard with the boys. We've both have been so exhausted and worn down. You've been so patient too. I love you." She sighed giving you a playful smile. "Now. Are you going to finish this problem or will I just have one lop-sided tit?" Her chest was still exposed showing her right boob larger than the other. You jolted onto your feet ready to start all over again until the cries on the baby monitor blared beside the couch.

You two both laughed seeing the time on the clock.

"I think Billy's finally hungry." Wanda matched your height standing up from her seat.

"Well damn." You grinned being a little bit disappointed you couldn't finish her off. Wanda whisked over around the couch making her way to the staircase. "Oh and by the way Wanda.." She turned staring at you intently. "Yes, hun?"

"I love you too." You got too nervous blushing like you were a school girl. She giggled, making it up the landing.

"Good. Now go take out the trash." You hate to see her go, but love to watch her leave. Especially when she was running up the stairs topless.

"Yes ma'am!"

[wifeofnatasharomanoff]

Could you maybe possibly if you have time write a smut for Maria hill/reader please?

dom Maria with degradation and daddy kink. I don’t really know what other ones but like a mean dom Maria please?

thank you :)

Slut Me Out

Warnings: dom!Maria Hill, brattysub!reader degradation, possessive Maria Hill, slight jealousy, daddy kink, semi-public humiliation, strap-on use (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), oral with strap-on (maria receiving), soft Maria x Reader at the end

Words: 1,280

A/N: whoever gave me this request, you have my loveeee I love requests. Whether it's smut, comfort, fluff or angst.

Hello my loves! Wrote this lovely request, I hope you like it! I love you all <3

You sit at the bar, impatiently waiting for your girlfriend to show up at Starks party. You were dressed in a tight, maroon shoulder-cut dress. Contemplating whether or not you should get up and talk to the woman next to you.

You sigh, setting your shot glass down. “Hey, you uh.. offered me a drink earlier, is.. the offer still up?” the woman eyes you up and down, “It sure is beautiful.” your lips curl up to a tight, forced smile. “Great.”

You sigh, sipping on the drink the woman bought for you. “Thanks. For the drink, that is.” she nods, placing her hand on your shoulder. “You can thank me in another way.. if you know what I mean.” your breath hitches, “I– I'm..”

“Taken.” the brunette says, coming up behind you. She brings a hand to the side of your face, stroking your cheek gently. “Isn't that right baby?” you slowly nod, the woman gets the hint and leaves giving an apology.

“Oh sweetheart.. what the fuck are you doing, slutting out yourself for pathetic nobodies.” you swallow dryly, looking up at the agent. “Maria please not here.” she chuckles lightly, “You've been such a brat lately.” she traces her thumb across your bottom lip, a mischievous glint in her eyes when she hears your soft gasp.

“God.. what am I gonna do with you?” you look down, avoiding her gaze. She grips onto your jaw, forcing you to look at her. “I said, what am I gonna do with you?” you shake your head, hoping she would have mercy on you. “Ria– please we're in public.”

She grips the sides of your face tighter, “Begging isn't gonna work on me right now, get up.” you comply, getting up from your seat. She pulls you into the elevator, bringing you into a rough, messy kiss. “Mmh..” she breaks away when the doors open, leading you to her room.

As soon as you get into her room, she pins you against her closed door, slamming her lips against yours. She practically growls under her breath, clawing at your clothed body. “Take it off for me Ria..” you whine, desperate for her touch. She tears your dress off, leaving you in nothing but your black, lacey bra.

“No panties?” she scoffs, hoisting you up by your thighs. “You really are a whore.” she pushes you onto the bed, you give her a pleading look. “That look isn't helping you baby.” you whimper, feeling her finger drag through your glistening folds.

You stifle a moan, bucking your hips up to ground yourself on her finger. She lightly pinches on your clit, “Stay still.” you huff impatiently, craving her touch. “Touch me Ria..” she rubs on your clit with two fingers, “I am touching you Y/N.” you roll your eyes at her words.

“Touch me properly!” she pulls her hand away, “Getting too confident are we?” you look up at her, “..Daddy please.” she smirks, getting up. “Say that again sweetheart.” you watch her open the drawers, getting something out. “D-daddy please..” she makes her way back to you.

“You want daddy to fuck you?” you meekly nod, “Get on your knees whore.” you get off of the bed, dropping down to your knees. You desperately part your lips, putting in the faux cock inside your mouth. Swirling your tounge around the tip of the dick, sinking it into your mouth.

She buries her hand into your hair, guding you to take more of her length down your throat. You let out muffled moans, sucking her cock slowly. She gasps softly, looking down at you. “Fuck.. can't take it all in hm?”

She pushes your head down, gagging you with her dick. “Mmph—” your head bobs up and down as you struggle to take her full size in, drool dripping out from the corners of your mouth and down to your chest.

“Pathetic. Just a slut for daddy to use whenever she feels like it, aren't you?” she forces you onto her length, causing tears to stream down your face. You start choking on the cock till she pulls out, a string of saliva follows your lips. “On the bed whore.”

You get up on shaky legs, and go lie on the bed. She takes her hand and puts it in between your thighs to feel the mess you made, “You got off on daddy using you hm?” you whimper, nodding vigorously. She takes her hand away, to tug on your bra. “Take it off.” you hurriedly go to unclasp your bra and let it fall off your shoulders and chest.

She runs her thumb across your hardened nipple, fondling your other breast with her free hand. You gasp softly, shivering at her touch. “Ria please. Please I need you so bad daddy..” she kisses your bare collarbone, “How bad baby?” you whine, “So bad.. ruin me! Use me– fuck me daddy.” you should've thought that out before saying it out loud.

“Yeah?” she says, groping your thighs to spread them apart. Your breath hitches as she lifts your hips up, “Yeah..” she lines the strap-ons tip with your entrance. “Mari—” you let out an embarrassingly loud moan as she thrusts into your aching cunt.

Her slow thrusts gradually get faster, and harder. You grip onto her shoulders, echoey moans bouncing off the walls. “Considering how wet you are, you're so tight baby.” you hum out a response, closing your eyes shut as you feel your orgasm approaching.

Your breaths slow down, as you grind against her cock. “Daddy I'm gonna—” she pulls you in for a slow, deep kiss, “Let go, cum for me sweetheart.” you blink rapidly, your legs shake as you came onto her dick. You pant, softly smiling up at her.

She smiles back, continuing her thrusts. “Maria what are you doing? I thought we were fini–” she brings a harsh smack to your ass, you wince at the sudden sharp pain. That's gonna be red for a while.

She quickens her pace, pounding away at you. “Well, you told me to ruin you so..” you can practically hear the smirk on her face, but your body betraying you, you let out a whimper. “Ria 'm too sensitive right now..” slurred words are all you can say, not being able to process full sentences due to the overstimulation.

She slams into your throbbing pussy, making you arch your back on impact. “I know you can do it. Give daddy one more baby.” she whispers into your ear. Your moans get louder with each thrust, your breath slowing down as another orgasm approaches.

“Are you close?” you nod, she smirks as she thrusts deeper into you. You let out a throaty moan, your walls clench around her faux cock. She places a gentle kiss to your neck, “Come on, cum all over daddy's cock like the whore you are.” you feel a wave of pleasurement crash over you, your mind goes blank.

You scream as you came all over her, tears pricking your glossed eyes. “Good girl..” she says, pulling you in for a soft, passionate kiss. “You weren't actually going to go home with that woman were you?” she says with a worried tone.

You narrow your eyes at her, letting out a giggle. “Ria of course not! I love you, why would I do that?” she sighs in relief, smiling at you. “Good.” she says, pecking your lips, “I love you too baby.”

You smile, “Then take that off and come to bed.” she pulls out, and drops the toy on the floor. “Whatever you say sweetheart.” she kisses your cheek, and gets in bed with you.

[oblivious-nuisance]

— 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝

ft. bokuto kōtarō

a/n: or that one in which bokuto fucks you senseless after a match. this was supposed to be a piece for his birthday, but my schedule and lazy ass teamed up for a pretty writer's block sesh. to make up for it tho this is like 2.5k words. porn with almost nonexistent plot bc i love and missed y'all <33 not proofread bc it's too long :(

warnings: smut, fem!reader, risky locker room sex, so much foreplay jesus, virgin!reader, size kink, praise kink (so so much), slight breeding kink :), daddy kink, bo is actually very soft

"i— bokuto, sir— ah!"

"you really wanna get caught, don't you sweetie?" he breathes heavily from his place on the floor, with your legs thrown over his sturdy shoulders. he licks his lips before diving right back in, his tongue darting back in between your folds to toy with your clit, eliciting another high pitched moan from you.

"and please— mmm, fuck, you're gushing— please call me kōtarō, you're makin' me sound old and saggy."

"if that's the case," you say in-between pants, "then prove me that you're not that old and saggy." you taunt playfully, courage overtaking your body for a brief moment before you feel a thick, wet finger tease at your hole, your entire resovle crumbling just as fast as it built itself up.

if you knew that coming all the way down from the bleachers to wish the athlete a happy birthday would've landed you in this position (with the man's head buried in your heat), you would have thought twice about your speech.

or your hair.

or your obnoxiously short skirt.

or, most importantly, the fact that you are still a virgin.

the feeling of a slicked digit sliding into you brings you back to the present and you try to cover up the whimper that you let out as he pumps it in, your walls pulsing mesmerizigly around him.

"you were saying?"

it's his turn to grin as he tries to nestle another finger inside, facing a little bit of resistance as he presses up, searching for that spot that makes you breathless and stretching you out in the process.

only he faces something he wasn't expecting.

"k-kōtarō, wait!"

he looks up to see your flushed cheeks, your open mouth and bleary eyes, and then he realises.

oh.

bokuto tries to hide his grin but fails as he tenderly pulls his fingers out of you, patting your cunt with contentment as he gets back up and traps you between him and the locker that you've been leaning on for the past half an hour or so. his eyes are wide and his hair disheveled, but the words that come out of his mouth are gentle.

"you feeling good?"

"i, uhm. yeah." you reply, breathlessly.

his tone soothes you greatly, making you subconsciously lean into him, his warm hands caressing your shoulders, fingers reaching for your chin and lifting it up so that now you're looking him in the eye.

"nothing hurts?"

"nothing hurts."

"good." he looks down sheepishly and then back up again and he swallows heavily.

"may i— may we keep going?"

"please." you whine and nod shyly and he laughs, kissing your cheek once, twice, before sliding down to mouth at your jaw, hands gripping your waist tightly as his lips make their way down your throat, nipping at the skin, littering marks all over the surface.

you're moaning softly through it all, nails digging into the skin of his biceps at the forgein feeling of his wet mouth, that has now migrated to your collarbones and chest, his attention moving to your breasts.

"lemme take this— off." bokuto grunts as he accidentally pops a few buttons while trying to take your blouse off, granting him enough access to your black bralette.

"nice." he whispers, more to himself, as he slides the lacey garment down, instantly attaching his mouth to one of your nipples and you squeal.

"you that sensitive, huh?" he cocks his head to the side, nipple still in his mouth and you urge yourself to turn away in order to hide your face, that has heated up at the sight.

"shut up..." you say, with a pout.

a dangerous glint takes over bokuto's eyes as he detaches his mouth from your breast and leans close to your face, his warm breath on your skin making you shiver.

"big words for a big girl, hm?" he chuckles close to your ear, nipping at your earlobe afterwards just to see you crumble in his grasp. "well, there's only one way to find out." he says as he goes to slide down his shorts along with his boxers, and your lungs stop working from the sheer sight that you're presented with.

his shaft is nothing to fucking sneeze at, the skin a beautiful blush compared to the rest of his body, the fat pink head turning purple with how hard he is. the veins are prominent and he's leaking so, so much precum that your mouth waters, his ripe, fat balls hanging heavily, no doubt full to the brim and longing to be taken care of.

and he's, he's so—

"big." you breathe out and quickly slap a hand over your mouth, blushing furiously because no, you did not just say that out loud.

bokuto laughs at your reaction, and before you can hide your face in embarrassment, he leans over to kiss the tip of your nose playfully.

"no need to worry about it, i'm used to that reaction." he smiles and then his expression turns into a pout just as quickly when he notices your pale face.

"what's wrong? oh, you thinkin' it won't fit?" you nod, because even looking at the sheer size of him made your feet feel like jelly. "it'll fit just fine, i'll make it fit. but i also need you to stand still and take it like a good girl. think you can do that, princess?"

"yes, daddy." you glup, answering without thinking too much about it, but judging by his expression, the man is more than pleased with your response as he preps you one more time before lining himself up.

"atta girl." he groans deeply against your shoulder as he starts pushing in at an agonizingly slow pace, doing his best to hold back so that he doesn't hurt you.

you claw at his back in search for support because there's so much of him to take, you're not even sure he's gonna fit. the lower half of your body feels weird, pain clouding your mind momentarily as the breath gets knocked out of your lungs, legs shaking and chest heaving and god, it really feels like he's splitting you in half.

"hey, relax, relax..." he soothes as he kisses your shoulder, warm palm caressing the back of your thigh. but you notice the strain in his tone, how hard he's leaning on the door behind you. you notice the way he pants and how his brows are furrowed, sweat beads gracing his forehead, and you realise just how much he's urging himself not to thrust up and ruin you right now.

"y-you like this, daddy? like how i feel?" you moan, accommodating to his size and grith, even daring to wiggle your hips a little, making you both whimper.

"baby, d-don't go around saying stuff like that, i—" he halts, breathing heavily.

"you?"

"i won't be able to control myself, fuck." he curses as you tighten at the thought of him just letting go and making you cry on his cock.

"but i want you to fuck me. i want you to fuck me real good." you say and he looks up, only to see your innocent gaze, your warm cheeks, your twinkling eyes and your pretty mouth open, huffing small breaths.

and just like that, he's gone.

"alright, okay, fuck fuck fuck—" he pants as he hooks his hands underneath your thighs and hoists you up, using the locker door behind you as support. you squeal and wrap your legs around his middle, bokuto taking that as the green light to start pounding you.

"the way you deserve, baby."

your chests are pressed up against each other, your hardened nipples grazing his skin and making him suck on your neck a little harder as the sound of skin slapping echoes in the empty room.

his thrusts are strong and desperate, his big hands gripping the soft flesh of your thighs hard enough to leave bruieses, and praises never stop leaving his mouth. choruses of "yes, baby, just like that." and "you're so tight, so fucking tight."

the fat tip of his cock is reaching places inside your body that you weren't even aware of until now, breathy moans coming out of your mouth almost by instinct as your gummy walls pulse around his thick length, your sticky arousal surely making a mess of you both.

"look at her, greedy pussy's sucking me right back in." he gasps as his gaze settles on where your bodies connect, a mixture of both yours and his juices smeared on your thighs and his pelvis.

you try to avoid his gaze, slightly embarrassed by how forward he is with his praising, and also because of how it spurrs you on even more.

he tsk's and brings a hand to your face, grabbing your cheeks and squeezing, turning your head back to look at him, his golden eyes wide with lust and want, something carnal laying behind the bright irises.

"i want you to look at me while i'm gonna be fucking load after load into you, or you're just gonna sit back and take it, you got it?"

"y-yes daddy."

"that's my girl." he giggles and kisses your cheek, picking up his pace once again, fucking you with earnest, the promise of his cum painting your insides never leaving your mind as you marvel in the sudden softness of the atmosphere, anticipation burning in your chest.

as he repositions you and throws your legs over his elbows, the angle changes and you shudder and scream, because somehow he's reaching even deeper than before, and you feel yourself becoming lightheaded with pleasure as your orgasm is quickly approaching.

"daddy, i— fuck, right there! fuck, fuck, fuck."

"good girl, good fucking girl— fuck me, you're tightening. you like being praised, huh?" he gasps, not being able to take his eyes off of you.

your eyes are almost crossing, mouth agape and pink tongue lolling out slightly, drool gracing your lips and the corners of your mouth, sweat glistening on your tense neck and collarbones, his eyes falling to your exposed chest, flushed breasts bouncing in time with his strong thrusts. drifting lower, he marvels on the way your cunt is stretched out by his thick length, a white ring of cream gracing the base, some of it already leaking towards his ripe balls.

"i'm gonna cum, i'm gonna cum, fuck." he moans, loud and clear and guttural, and that is all it takes to send you over the edge.

a scream rips out of your chest as you cum, your tight cunt spasming and squeezing around bokuto, who in turn follows suit, painting your inner walls milky white.

bokuto doesn't pull out instantly, opting to gently put you back down on the ground and rest his sweaty forehead on your shoulder as the both of you come down from your combined highs.

at some point you can feel his cock, now soft, slipping out of you, some of his cum along with it.

he pays no mind to it for a moment as he starts trailing kisses along your shoulder and neck, his mouth reaching yours and melting into a soft, but strong kiss, warm hands massaging your waist comfortingly.

"all good, princess?"

you can't help but blush at the nickname, wondering half-heartedly if it's going to settle on his lips from now on.

"i, uhm. yeah. that was—"

"—quite entertaining, if i do say so myself."

you shriek and try to hide behind bokuto's big figure, because the voice that you just heard belongs to someone who hasn't been in the room until now.

three sets of eyes are looking at the two of you from the open door, gazing at your vulnerable state.

the realisation hits you hard as a truck: you forgot to lock the door, too busy with trying to devour each other after you first stepped in the locker room.

you're sure that you're blushing furiously, your cheeks burning with embarassment because oh my god, the three of them caught us—

"well," hinata sighs. "you're quite the sight."

you look trully wrecked, hair disheveled and wild, neck covered in bruises and breasts still out, your skirt ruined, cum oozing down your thigh and panties around your sock clad ankle.

sakusa's expression is blank, a hint of curiosity hidden behind his gaze. his arms are crossed as he's leaning against the doorway, not missing the way you glup as you stare at his bulging muscles. hinata is cracking his fingers, a glint of determination present in his eyes, following your every movement and reaction.

atsumu, bold as per usual, makes his way towards you. he licks his lips and his eyes sparkle dangerously as he nods at the white trail on the inside of your thigh, grinning mischievously.

"ya better not let any of that go ta waste." he says as he reaches out, a lithe finger picking up bokuto's cum and bringing it back into your twitching hole, the squelching sound that your pussy made as it slid in spurring him on even more.

you can only sigh and nod, breath quickening because of his movements, hearing when the door creaks shut, but failing to notice the other three men eyeing you hungrily. sakusa's hands twitch and hinata's eyes widen, bokuto's cock steadily hardening yet again at the sight.

you close your eyes in pleasure, atsumu's fingers speeding up their pace, and your mind can only wonder about what lays before you as you can hear three other pairs of footsteps making their way towards you.

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[frenchfrywrites]

Can you pls do an nsfw fic or drabble of human au sugar baby Lucifer x Amab suagr daddy reader???

sugar baby Luci

MINORS DNI

not sure if this is a fic or a very long drabble... apologies if it sucks im very sleepy tired

Warnings: amab dom top reader, sub bottom Lucifer, minor cbt, daddy kink, filming during sex

Lucifer has stopped texting you when he’s going to drop by when you’re at work. Instead, the only warning you get is when your secretary calls to inform you he’s on his way up. He comes so often, your employees all assume that you’re dating (and hell, you’ve had a few assume you’re married), but your relationship is far more complex than that.

“Daddy,” Lucifer calls as soon as the door closes behind him. You look up at him lazily,

“Didn’t I tell you not to call me that at work?” you prompt, closing your laptop, knowing you won’t get any more work done until he’s satisfied. Lucifer quirks a brow as he sits himself in the chair on the other side of your desk. You already know what he’s going to say,

“No one’s here and you’re not on the phone, so what’s the issue?” He smirks when you sigh at his words. You don’t have the energy to argue “what-ifs” with him, so you change the subject, getting straight to the point.

“What do you want, Luci?” He feigns a look of surprise,

“Can’t I come here, simply to be in your company?” Now it's your turn to arch your brow at him. Lucifer flushes, silently admitting defeat as he fishes out his phone. He slides it across your desk, open to his amazon wishlist that you see he’s updated. You scroll through it, noting that most are typical items like records that he wants or stupidly extravagant cufflinks, but one item in particular catches your eye. You sit up in your seat, a grin spread across your mouth,

“Oh baby boy,” you coo, “you want another lingerie set?” Lucifer nods meekly, softly clearing his throat. You set down the phone on your desk, “you're wearing the first one I got you right now, aren’t you?” again Lucifer nods. “Show me.”

He stands, his flush deepening as you watch him slowly strip his suit. He sets his clothes on the chair he was sitting on. When he’s done he stands, nervously shifting from foot to foot as your eyes rake over his lingerie clad body.

“C’mere baby,” you pat your lap to accentuate where you want him. He makes his way over to your side of the desk, sliding into your lap and wrapping his arms around your shoulders to steady himself.

Lucifer leans in to kiss at your neck and chin as your hands run over his chest, feeling the soft lace there. His nipples are already perky when the pads of thumbs brush over them. Roughly, you tweak them over the bralette, feeling your dick chub up in your pants. He sighs softly against your neck, arching into your touch. “You like wearing this under your stuffy business clothes Luci?” you prod, accentuating your words with a squeeze at his nipple. He whines softly, but doesn’t answer you so you continue, “you like wearing them as a constant reminder that you’re mine, yeah?”

“Yes daddy,” Lucifer keens, grinding against you to bring your chubbed up cock to full hardness. You move your hands lower, feeling the goosebumps that rise under your touch, and holding back a laugh when you feel he’s already fully hard when you first run your finger over his cock.

“Daddy,” Lucifer pleads softly, the title coming out in the form of a low groan.

“Yes baby?” you tease, cupping him through his panties.

“Want your cock,” he kisses your neck, “please.” You pause, pretending to think over his request, still groping and squeezing him over the lacey cloth, listening to the way his breath quickens. “Unh, please, daddy,” he begs, grinding into your hand. You spank his cock,

“You’ll keep your hips still or you won’t get anything,” you threaten, alluding to his wishlist.

“Yes daddy, ‘m sorry daddy,” Lucifer apologizes, his hands clenching at your shoulders as he concentrates on keeping himself motionless. You watch a damp circle form as pre stains the front of his panties from the pain afflected to his cock.

You trail your finger over his cock lightly as you think about what you want to do with him. “Stand up for a second baby,” Lucifer does what he’s told with no hesitation. Able to move, you turn and reach over to grab the spare lube you hide in your desk for occasions such as these. You then unzip your pants, shuffling them and your underwear down enough to reveal your cock. Lucifer hums, licking his lips as he gazes longingly at you.

He doesn’t hesitate when you pat your lap again, practically jumping into your lap, his cock pressing against yours as he does. Once he’s settled you reach your hand around to where you know a cut out will give you access to his asshole. “Oh,” your fingers collide with plastic, causing you to let out a soft laugh, “plugged yourself up too?” Lucifer flushes, his legs clenching around you, and his hands gripping onto your dress shirt as he focuses on not grinding back against your finger.

“Yes daddy,” he mumbles bashfully. You lean in to kiss his throat,

“Such a good boy,” you mumble against his skin as you tug on the end, pulling it out then shoving it back in to watch Lucifer try to stifle the moan that escapes past his lips. Teasing him for a bit you fuck the plug slowly in and out of him, but your own erection is starting to bother you so you don’t extend the teasing as long as you may have usually. You pull the plug out, setting it onto a clear area of your desk. You open the bottle, lubing up your fingers first, then drizzling some over your cock so you don’t have to deal with that later. Then, you set the lube next to the plug on your desk.

“You want daddy to buy you nice things?” you ask, rubbing your finger over his puffy hole. Lucifer nods,

“Yes, daddy, please,” he begs softly, his hole fluttering against your fingers. He lets out a soft moan when you insert two into him, bringing a hand up to cover his mouth so your employees are none the wiser.

It doesn’t take you long to stretch him out enough, your other hand keeping itself busy by playing with Lucifer’s perky nipples. He continues to keep his hips pretty still, but he arches his chest into your fingers, clearly wanting more. Eventually he starts begging,

“More please, I need your cock mph, inside me, please, hah, I need you,” he pleads softly, moving his hand a fraction away from his lips so you can actually understand him.

“You sound so hot when you beg for me Luci,” you comment, removing your fingers and wiping any excess lube onto the front of Lucifer's damp panties. You lift Lucifer up by his hips and line him up with your dick, “you’re going to be doing the work today sweetheart,” you tell him, then ease him onto your cock.

It’s good Lucifer is covering his mouth, because he lets out an obscene moan at the feel of you. He starts off by rocking a bit against you, his cock once again leaking pre. You bring one of your hands from his hip to pinch his foreskin roughly, causing his hips to jerk as a muffled yelp escapes him. “Faster,” you order, and Lucifer obeys, rising halfway off your cock, then dropping down over and over again, generating a quick pace. Your hand stays on the head of his cock, pulling and pinching at his foreskin to motivate him.

Lucifer’s riding you as hard and fast as he can, but he’s a little wobbly from only using only one hand to stabilize himself, so eventually he resorts to bringing his other hand to clutch at your chest, biting his lip as he rides you. You especially wish that you could kiss him during moments like this, but you agreed no lip kisses in your contract, so instead you refocus your attention elsewhere.

You look back down to his cock, deciding that you want to see all of it and not just his head. With the hand that was playing with his foreskin you pull down his panties so you can watch his dick smack his stomach with each time he falls down on your cock as he rides you. “You look so fuckin’ good baby,” you praise, an idea popping in your head as you think about how pretty he is. As you reach over to grab his phone Lucifer perks up, nodding when you open the camera app to hint at your plans. You aim the camera down, making sure it only captures him taking your cock in the frame as you hit record.

You’re confident Lucifer won’t share these videos so you don’t hesitate to speak on camera, “Next time when you’re horny while I’m at work you can just fuck yourself on that dildo I got you, instead of coming all the way here. How’s that sound baby?”

“Nuh-no, I don’ want hah unh, a dildo, daddy,” Lucifer whines softly, a pink flush covering his cheeks, “want you.”

You coo, bucking your hips up as a reward, to which he helplessly moans. “That’s real sweet baby, but if you want daddy to get you nice things you know” you groan as Lucifer clenches around you, “I have to work,” you finish mildly distracted. You can feel your orgasm quickly approaching, “gonna cum- fuck, want me to plug my cum inside you?” you ask, now jerking your hips to meet Lucifers. He nods, fingers clenching harder at your shirt. You set down his phone, so you can grab his hips, manhandling him so you can move him up and down on your cock.

Lucifer’s dick twitches, a tell-tale sign that he’s close. “I’m gonna cum too daddy, uh, can I?” you nod,

“Yeah baby, shit, just make sure you don’t get my suit dirty.” His hand comes down to pull the panties back up and over his cock so the underwear catches his cum. You huff out a laugh, “clever boy,” and that simple praise is what gets Lucifer to cum. He’s biting his lip so hard in the back of your brain you fear it’ll bleed, clenching up tight around you, and throwing his head back. You follow soon after, fucking him through your orgasm, filling him up with your cum.

When you’re done the two of you sit, catching your breath. Once you’re able to, you reach over to grab the plug. “Think you can lift yourself one more time?” you ask, and Lucifer, shakily and slowly, lifts himself. As soon as you slip the plug in Lucifer collapses on your lap, very aware of your flaccid dick, and avoiding crushing it.

“Would you put in some effort, and help me out more next time? I don’t know if I can stand,” he whines. You laugh,

“Sure, next time I’ll do all the work,” you agree easily, then sigh, “sadly though you have to get up, baby boy, I’ve got a meeting in an hour.” Lucifer groans, but reluctantly starts to move out of your lap. You help him stand, catching him when he nearly falls, until he can hold his own weight again.

Unfortunately you can only do the bare minimum of aftercare: putting his damp underwear in a plastic bag, cleaning him (and you) up, both of you getting dressed and tidied, and getting him some water before you’re interrupted by a phone call from a client. You grimace, offering Lucifer an apologetic look as you eye the phone. He nods, understanding, then leans in to kiss your cheek,

“Don’t forget about my list,” he reminds you, grabbing his phone, then adding, “I’ll see you later.” He pulls back and gives you a short wave. As he (somewhat clumsily) makes his way to the door, you pick up your phone. Lucifer turns back once before he leaves to smugly mouth,

“Bye Daddy,” and with that he’s out the door, leaving you to try to explain and apologize that you weren’t paying attention to your client.