On a whim I decided to come out of my comfort zone and start drawing to improve and give the chance for me to know myself even more, and put effort in becoming the person I dream of being in the future.
Hiya, it's feral! but I'm actually Julyza or just July for short, I'm 18 and my pronouns are she/her. RAGING LESBIAN some men get on my nerves, I'm into a lot of stuff the list includes:
Genshin, Hellaverse, Delicious in Dungeon, Magi (super underated anime highly reccomend this as a watch), Resident Evil 8, Frieren and Older Women. ( And more just go lazy to list)
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For our dear girl Mavuika.. Fucking pregnant!Fem!Reader, or with a breeding of kink? Story is up to you, you have great imagination, you'll do a perfect job, so I trust you :3
you have no idea what a soft spot i have for tender pregnant sex anon… and with mavuika wokeksnekwnewi I KNOW SHE‘D BE SO GENTLE WITH YOU, HOLDING AND CARESSING YOUR BABY BELLY AND ALL DAT OH IM SO SICK. also this turned out shorter than expected but i still hope you like it wkrbnwnrdnke
cw: pregnant sex, mavuika is SO soft for her wife ngh, mavuika has a dick here because anon and i said so!
„shhhh… relax…“, mavuika cooed as she slowly slid you drenched panties down your legs before putting them away besides her. as if she was carefully unwrapping a birthday present. a pillow placed underneath your waist to prevent you from lying flat on your back, when you happened to be six months into your pregnancy, some things have to be handled differently after all. but the tenderness she handled you with caused your heart to race nonetheless.
„is it really okay for you…?“
„of course it is… my wife has needs that have to be fulfilled… what kind of spouse were i if i just ignored these?“, she gently squeezed the plush of your thighs before pushing them apart and you didn‘t miss out on glimmer of lust blitzing up in her eyes which she quickly blinked away.
your heart threatened to beat out of your chest as your swollen belly hindered your view on her boner when she started shedding out of her clothes.
„y-you know you don‘t have to for my sake…“
„but i want to, darling. my pregnant wife wishes for some relief, then that‘s exactly what i‘m gonna do.“, her tone was firm, she wanted this just as much as you did. keeping your legs gently parted for as she leaned forward until you felt the tip of her pressing against your needy pussy and you more or less swallowed her first two inches up accident. pregnancy did some wonders to you. but maybe it was just the fact that you watched her working out for a good three hours in front of your shared house, pretending to be awfully invested in a pregnancy guide.
the sudden intrusion caused your hand to find its way into her neck, a soft whimper escaping your lips. goodness, you almost forgot what it felt like and for the first time in months mavuika felt like she was loosing control over herself. hand coming up to get a gentle hold of your baby bulge, „my star… y-you feel so unbelievably amazing… c-can i-“
„mhm- p-please…“, urging her to push deeper into you by trying to scoot closer to her. she almost melted at the sight of her pregnant wife begging for her. immediately making sure to add inch by inch and you were so incredibly welcoming to her, so wet and ready for her and yet you were clenching around her so tightly. she might as well got accepted into heaven itself.
„atta girl… i‘m not going anywhere…“, goodness you‘re gonna come alone from her sultry tone if she continued talking to you like this.
no words needed to be spoken, your wife knew exactly what needed to be done.
she started moving slowly at first, dragging her cock out before pushing her hips back forward. your moans were practically all over the place. she was soft, so incredibly tender with you as she watched you melt over her gentle pace.
„look at you, sweetie… does it feel good enough for you…? you seem to enjoy it a lot…“, your wife reached a hand over to gently cup your cheek, stroking with her thumb over your cheekbone as she stared down at her whole world.
she never knew that she‘d one day be granted with a family of her own. that the 500 years of waiting will be paying her back in the form of a… baby. but mavuika was never one to complain. ever.
„f-feels amazing…“, you grabbed onto her other hand resting on your belly almost instinctively, interlacing your fingers, giving her a tight squeeze as if she were to slip out of your touch at any given moment. you couldn‘t handle it. her dick gently pumping in and out of you, the love in her eyes, the feeling of your wedding ring against her own. the fact that she is the mother of your child.
your orgasm was soft, so incredibly intense but you didn’t start shaking when you creamed over her in a soft moan. eyes squeezing shut before she bottomed out in a low moan and then her cum painted your insides.
it felt different than before, not in a bad way. a bit more… heavy, if that makes any sense.
„o-oh archons…. y-you’re perfect… you are so perfect, sweetheart…“, praises over praises spilling over her lips as she made sure to let you both calm down first. bending down to pepper soft kithes over your face, a strong hand running over the lower side of your swollen belly, she couldn’t keep them to herself nowadays. her hands always find their way to your baby bump, no matter where or when.
„e-exaggerating as always… n-now let me get on top…“, you patted her toned shoulders in order to signal her to get off of you.
„darling… don‘t you think you are getting a bit ahead of yourself…? you shouldn’t overdo it-”
natasha romanoff x fem!reader, college!au, fuckboy athlete!nat
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• dumb & poetic
• short n’ sweet
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• eyes wide open
• skinny dipping
• honeymoon fades
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headcanons/drabbles
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• pregnancy cravings
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• the rage of pregnancy
• nat being a jealous/protective little shit
• nat handling postpartum things
• yelena and baby niko
• yelena dressing up as the grinch and scaring niko
• natasha reacting to niko’s first steps
• nikos first words
• niko swearing
• niko’s first christmas
• nsfw alphabet
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Fic Summary: You are one of Velvette’s many models. Yet you catch her eye.
From the moment you stepped on her stage, you knew you were no longer yourself. The glaring lights served to highlight Velvette’s masterfully designed fashion pieces. Not mere outfits but art that would live forever. Afterall, hell meant eternity. The body they were on though… that could easily be replaced.
That was the risk of jumping in a shark tank. Being ripped apart was as likely as drunkenly breaking a heel - which many girls tended to do. Naturally, they became Velvette’s personal pin cushions.
As always, the clicks of your heels were delicate. Your strut made it clear you were anything but - or really that the maker of the art you displayed was anything but. On stage, your body was merely a frame. However, there was none other that was more fit.
That fateful night, your plum pantsuit with frills at the hips, ankles, and wrists, caressed your body. It was as secure as an acrylic nail and ten times as flattering. Your smile, knowing this, admiring your figure in the mirror just moments prior, was radiant. It was the night you transcended. You were a model. You were flesh and blood. You were suddenly more than a walking mannequin.
When you were called into Velvette’s wing the next morning, your heart stopped and your stomach dropped. The careers of hell’s stars come to an end, falling harder than meteors. You certainly hadn’t reached the top, in fact few denizens knew your name despite its memorability. But you hadn’t expected this part of your afterlife to end this abruptly. Warning signs… you must have missed them. How could you be so stupid? You thought on loop waiting in the lobby. Your thoughts hurting you to the point where you couldn’t feel your ass getting numb from waiting on that plastic chair.
Caught in a storm of grief and regretting the dozens of mindless mistakes you made but thought would go under the radar, you didn’t hear the receptionist call your name. She sighed, then shouted it again as if she was cursing.
You nearly jumped out of your skin. Maybe if you were a skeleton, you wouldn’t be getting fired. You had been eating for quite a bit. Starving didn’t appeal to you since dying. Why be hangry when you could already complain with ease?
But repenting over the vine of grapes you treated yourself with aside, you were sure meeting Velvette would be your biggest regret.
“She will see you now,” the receptionist coughed into an out of style handkerchief.
When you stood, you placed your palm on your stomach and felt the air you took in cause it to rise. Then you exhaled. Only for your second of grounding to be interrupted by the receptionist, “Don’t keep her waiting! And don’t make me repeat myself a third time!”
“Ok- ok,” You rushed toward the elevator, and clicked the button inside after hesitantly saying, “thank you.”
Muttering indecent words to yourself as the elevator carried you to the head honchos office, you found yourself preparing for a new life once again. Just not the one meant for you.
When the doors opened revealing you to Velvette, you struggled to step out. Nonetheless, you managed to strut. If you could be graceful in front of an overlord, you had half a chance at making it out scarred instead of decapitated.
“Hello, good morning, Ms. Velvette.” Start with respect. Don’t bite the hand that feeds until it goes to hit or starve you. “You wanted to see me.”
Velvette’s smile was razor sharp and forced - not unlike her models’. “Yes, I did.” She walked over, turned her heel to stand beside you, then took your arm, and guided you to a chair. “Sit, gorgeous.” Her touch was surprisingly tender. Delicate like lace.
You sat on the most divine cushion. And she sat across from you at her lavish desk.
Creating a tent with her hands, she propped up her head. “I wanted to have a good look at you.”
“You can look all you want,” you blurted. Too desperate for approval. You shifted in your seat causing Velvette to chuckle. She couldn’t resist. For as much as she found nervousness to be a weakness, she found it endearing. Shockingly so.
“Of course I can.” She marveled. Suddenly, her smile didn’t seem so scary. However, her silence thereafter spun your mind into intolerability.
“Ms. Velvette, why am I here?” Throughout your life, your bosses never appreciated your direct attitude. So the second the question passed your lips, you wanted to sew your mouth shut. Except you kept going, “I love my job. Working for Voxtech has been a dream. If I did something wrong- If I-“
“Hush,” Velvette leaned back in her chair, tossing her feet on the desk. “Just Vel. And for the record, this insecurity of yours has to be canceled.”
You nodded and forced your body to relax. Your hands left your lap and your shoulders fell. Listening to her wouldn’t hurt any and her voice… it was soothing in its emphatic emphasis. Somehow, she felt like an old friend. The kind ready to tell you exactly what you needed to hear.
“Now, tell me,” Velvette pulled her phone out of a hidden pocket in her skirt. She was so ingenuitive. “Which day can you be up here in the mornings. I was thinking once a week to start. I have some big ideas that I need on the perfect canvas.” It didn’t strike you as odd when she asked for your availability, even though with one look at the employee portal she would know every minute she was entitled to. Really, she wanted to know when you were free. Free of obligation. You weren’t thinking, you just hung onto those last two words.
“Perfect?”
“Trust me, love, I know perfection when I see it.” She was the type to say what she meant. That is, when the cameras were off.
You didn’t know what was happening until you stood in her office every Friday morning.
The first day was less nerve wrecking than you anticipated.
“Come in, come in.” She beckoned softly, opposite of her receptionist. Her patience was jarring as she directed you to the platform. Usually shoving her models and positioning them like a three old with her first doll, she curved her hands to hold you.
As you lifted your foot, she took your hand. “I don’t need you to fall,” She debated calling you darling but despite her better judgment decided against it. It wasn’t good for influencers to date fans let alone employees. Then again optics could always be warped. Afterall, she would come to know you best.
“Purple is your color. The darker the better.” It started with your appearance of course.
Then it turned into your interests, “This event has a broadway theme, it was made for you.”
And then it was your habits, “Love, go meditate before that runway. Deep breaths and all that. Those photographers are vicious.”
It wasn’t long until you started learning about her too. Little tidbits here and there but it was always slightly more than her livestreams and posts led on. You felt special. She made sure of it. She even said as much, “You’re gorgeous. Outside and in.”
When you would blush and thank her, returning the compliment with a subtle twist for genuinity’s sake, she would pause. “I mean it.”
“I know, Vel.” You infected her with your smile.
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I don’t see much content for Velvette, so I wanted to fix that. Personally, my favorite character is Vox, but I’m ready to give the vees my attention. Can’t wait to write more fics, so Velvette fans stay tuned!
Fic Summary: Vox isn’t a fan of how close you and Velvette have become. He tries to convince you to leave her.
Part One
When you woke up sprawled on the black leather seat of the primary VoxTech limousine, you prayed for it to have been the aftermath of another euphorically drunken night with Velvette.
The remnants of bright blue light quickly confirmed this was not the case. Losing your memory was never fun per se, but you knew just like everyone else in hell that there could be fun reasons to. Unfortunately, when you didn't wake up sore or hung-over, you realized that there was no partying, no liquor, no dancing, and no tangos.
Pushing yourself upright on the car seat, you faced Vox who was ready to get to business, even if you physically couldn't hear him yet.
"Well, good morning, dollface." He buzzed and crossed his legs, taking up the whole left corner. His right ankle rested on his left knee so smoothly as if they were connected with magnets.
As you clutched your head, you felt a chunk of your hair was... fried. Oh, that wouldn't do. Your fingers played with the singed piece of your hair as Vox snapped his fingers right by your nose. If you hadn't known any better, you would've taken his claws and twisted them the opposite way with all the force in your toned body.
Despite your wasp-like anger, you let him monologue.
"Before you get too comfortable, you and I have reservations. I hope you brought your appetite. Or whatever you have of one." His deep red eyes examined your frame. "The food at Ring of Flambé is as valuable as six lives, so I don't need any picky shit."
Get to the point, you thought and grimaced.
His invasive nature allowed him to peer into your inner monologue- well, actually, he just read your body language. "You have been quite the parasite, you know?" Said the walking computer virus. "So, you and I are going to have a little chat. Lucky for you, I'm a gentleman. Figured a girl like yourself would respond well to a night on the town." The smirk that widened on his screen was so full of attitude, you were surprised that shit didn't literally fly out from his mouth.
The static in his one eye challenged you to fight with him. Overlords loved that. They reveled in lulling sinners into a false sense of security or tripping them on wires to lead them blind into verbal and physical brawls. For those who had never seen it, it was their sliced bread. For those who had, it was ecstasy. Vox was no different. Not towards a lowly denizen such as yourself, who claimed a whopping zero souls.
Despite the insults he frequently slung your way, gifting him the satisfaction of a reaction was something you thoroughly trained yourself not to do.
Naturally, his fidgeting in response coaxed a devious smile out of you.
Shortly after you agreed, the limousine approached the restaurant in question. As far away from V Tower as he could have possibly chosen, you wondered how long you were unconscious and why Vox would go through the trouble of hitching a ride when teleportation was within his capabilities.
When he opened the doors for you, you were equally as put off. Seeing the buzzing restaurant did add to your comfort, though. The host, shockingly polite, guided you two to your table which was located in the center of the dining hall.
"Extra water to start, and get my lovely guest a hot water with lemon." Glancing back at you, his arrogant grin disappeared, and he began peering at the menu. Really, he already knew what he wanted. It wasn't his first time at this particular establishment. In fact, it was one of Velvette's personal favorites. A piece of information she had never shared with you and one of very few things she didn't post about. Vox swam in that glee. That reveal was for much later though.
You followed his mannerisms and scoured the menu. The steaks and French cuisine used to be a rarity for you and your budget. However, Velvette changed that. She changed everything.
Your tastes landed on a dish that you wouldn't have been able to pronounce during your life. You didn't drop the menu until Vox did though. He could run the show. At least for now.
"Stop staring at me. Didn't your mother ever teach you manners?"
"You're a walking TV. You were literally made to be stared at."
"You do have a point there." He bobbed his head, contemplating that idea. God, did he adore attention. Because of that, you knew he was trying to hook you. You decided to bite the line to appease him.
"What did you want to discuss, Vox?" You knew the better word for what he actually wanted was command, but for as much as you hated to admit it, you needed to be in people's good graces - even that of sinners. "I'm all ears."
"Oh, I'm so glad you asked." He sipped on his glass of water and eyed the waiter delivering your and the lemon slice with it. When the server sauntered off at Vox's wave, he began, "You've been taking up a lot of Velvette's valuable time. And uh- we can't have that."
Hiding the disgust was impossible, so you didn't bother. You shook it off your face once Vox leaned on the table closer to you. Elbows wrinkling the tablecloth and all. "Velvette is a CEO, she can manage her schedule." When it came to Velvette's work, you knew all too well that time off didn't exist. Simply, her dedication to her platform wouldn't fade away for the next millennium.
"Wouldn't you agree that she doesn't need any distractions though." His enunciations pierced your ears, sometimes pleasantly, sometimes... they made your blood boil as if your feet were against the fiery brimstone. This one in particular nearly made you lunge at him.
You restrained your animalistic impulses and managed a sweet smile, "I think you would agree, for someone who's always on her phone, she manages to stay on task." This time, you sipped your hot water.
"Mhm." He leaned backward and pondered, annoyed that you had yet to trip up. The subtle approach wasn't too speedy, so he switched gears. "Alright. Let me put it this way. If you leave Velvette and avoid the tower, I'll keep covering your current salary and then some. An incentive for getting out of my hair."
These implications were wearing your tolerance thin. "I am not leaving Velvette." If he thought you would take a payout to abandon the woman you loved, he was as foolish as the radio segments said.
For all the threats he could broadcast, he knew that you wouldn't crumble. If you had disappeared, Velvette wouldn't have it. So you picked up the menu and watched as the lingering waiter returned. "Are we eating or what?"
Vox's screen suddenly had a glare of blinding cyan. He fumbled his words, "I- you- Argh. Fine."
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The gentle silence fills the air as your night staying at your girlfriend's place brings comfort to you unlike any other.
cw: smut + fluff
Please chill out. oh I would hate to wake up to this.
Cold Covers ft. velmilla: A rare moment of vulnerability shared between two powerful overlords.
Possessive much? ft. velmilla: Despite being the top overlord Carmilla is always deliberate and one step ahead letting every sinner just who she belongs to.
So what? your mine anyways. ft. velmilla: She's always eating good when a certain overlord is around don't worry about her.
The first shine of light. ft. velcia: The fashion department is truly beautiful.
✧˖°. CARMILLA CARMINE ꪆৎ
Piercings ft. velmilla: The guns dealer really hates velvette's guts, for being so bratty.
Warmth over attitude ft. velmilla: Hell fever is real and the only way to get better is have Carmilla take care of you.
The Soiree Attraction. she looks so pretty during the final arc I would 100 jump on her.
˚☽˚.⋆ SERAPHIM ⋆˙⟡
The Moon Will Sing
Like how the moon pushes and pulls at the earth's water, it is a constant lash of disagreements, pleas and concerned gazes between You and the Seraphim sure she's your wife but when does she ever listen? never.
cw: TBA
I love this game so much, everything about it just put's my mind at ease letting me sit down and enjoy the story without a single care for what's happening around me, The distraction I needed from the world that seemed to cave around me.
.✦ ݁˖ ARLECCHINO .✦ ݁˖
Insatiable 18+ : The hunger she has for her wife knows no bounds so please do be careful around her or you may end up being sucked dry for all your worth.
That's Your Problem. 18+ : After almost a month of not being in each other's company she's already begun to lose her composure with a soft murmur of the words.
Clean up my mess please? 18+ : It wasn't like work would be taking you away from her for too long, she just can't help herself but miss you a lot so she send's an update.
Take it off / she actually took it off. 18+ : It felt like liquid courage coursed between the two of you, what will happen if you let the words on your tongue fall?
Arle watch your juno 18+ / A lesson learned.
✶⋆.˚ LAUMA࣪ ִֶָ ☾.
Your Weary Soul ft. laufer : The night where Nefer had a nagging fear being in danger, not being able to pay attention to her surroundings made her feel anxious but the calm presence emanating a warmth beside her.
Just not home. ft. laufer: How having a meeting with your ex looks like.
Mated as of now. 18+ : If Lauma had a girlfriend that was a laume like her<3
SKETCHES
The eating champion Varesa! 18+ : I love the idea of her having particularly sensitive horns, despite the stimulation she'd still do her best to please you.
Wedded to the Head Seraphim of heaven, you heart worries and yearn for her to find just a moment of respite with you. But, with the weight of her responsibilities it's like an impossible tug of war as you remind her that she is more than her authority.
The endless sun of heaven pours into the room you've grown accustomed to as you wake up to a morning in paradise, the familiar scent of morning dew along with the lush, warm scent of Gardenia belonging to the silver haired Seraphim beside you wafting over your senses.
Turning towards her with a fond smile drawn on your face "Good morning my dearest, did you sleep well?" You questioned voice beneath a whisper, as your hand cups her jawline.
"Mhm, I was able to get a few hours in my love." your thumb drags across her delicate cheek, you marvel breathlessly at her highlighted features.
"You're always worrying more than you should, Sera." your tone was laced with worry as she now opened her eyes to meet yours in a daze, you noticed the slight twitch in her eyebrow following with a slight furrow made you stomach churn in an undesirable manner.
"My responsibilities are a weight that simply cannot be lifted easily, you of all people should understand that better than anyone else my love." Locks of her aromatic hair cascade down her figure as she sits up on the edge of the bed with nothing but the covers covering her lap as she sat with her back turned towards you, a look of concern and a taste of regret settle on your features as you bit your tongue.
You've known her long enough to note that reckoning her duty in such a way would gain you an unfavorable reaction, the tone she's set could almost send a shiver down your spine, "I- forgive me my dear I do not mean to upset you, my only intent was to remind you that you have done enough." gentle with your tone as you set your weight on the palm of your hands to sit up, then finding the base of her broad wings.
"You need to rest, you're allowed to be tired and dedicate time for yourself, my dearest."
Deliberately you press easeful kisses on her nape then across her shoulder, you hear a soft sigh and feel her recline of the muscles she tensed unconsciously.
"I appreciate your disquiet concern though you know I can't stay home with you my love, now I have to be present in court today with Emily. There's much to discuss regarding the current affairs in Hell." she replied her tone almost sounding indifferent, but the hands that guided yours to wrap around her waist offered an assurance that erased any doubts you had.
You sighed leaning further into the warmth she provided drowning in the scent of her essence, the familiar fragrance soothing you more than what you would like to admit. Gentle moments like this with her have become few and far between ever since Hell started uprising, thus the past years have only made you both slowly lose your shared intimate connection.
Though it leaves a part of yourself dissatisfied you tame your desires with the reminder that you and Sera are divine beings, her as the literal head of the Seraphims. While you held an eminent position within the ranks of Dominions, In particular the responsibility bestowed upon you is to control the present celestial bodies.
Although your metier calls you to observe upon the literal cosmos you have habituated to regard them without the need to be present in space after finding out you need only access your interminable capabilities to do so, suddenly your train of thought was interrupted by the call of your name.
You looked lovingly into the side of Sera's face glowing beneath the luster of light, "You do not have to worry about me so much beloved." she hushed aiming to bring comfort. "Don't be delusional now my Seraphim, you know I can't help but do so." your arms clinging possessively around her bare elegant waist, a subtle warmth settles in the pit of her stomach and her breath shallows.
"Then you must be reminded that the purpose of my whole existence is to protect the souls in Heaven, and no matter what the cost I shall fulfill my duty." she made a conclusive point that hearing so made your heart rate increase despite the serene setting and Sera's placid voice.
"My dearest-" Before you could utter any other word she set your hands apart then grasping at the delicate backless night robe she left among the bedding and stood up from the bed "I'll begin to preparing myself then. "
The cold morning air seemingly more apparent as she moved away. A soft tremble running down your back as you moved to reach out for the Seraphim resisting the urge to drag her back down to lay with you once more, "Sera, please just- listen to me for a moment." Your throat felt dry after your plea, having an almost desperate tone if it were not for your practiced control on your composure you would already be begging for her.
Stopping in front of the door to your lavatory she turned to face you dignified with a frustrated look etched upon her beautiful face, twisting your stomach in ways that felt like you were being put through a black hole stretching and tearing apart at your insides in the most horrible way possible.
The Seraphim let out a calculated exhale to compose herself calming the roused feathers of her wings and closing the eyes decorated upon her lavish locks of hair, "how dare she?" the question ran through her mind like an arrow as she reminded herself that the heavenly figure sitting on her bed with their hands fidgeting in nervousness looking at her with deep concern was her own wife.
"Darling, enough of this please." she answered you with an appeal of her own the Seraphim moving with purpose to close the distance between you who now sat almost obediently on the edge of the bed as she crossed the space towards you with an alluring grace, casting your gaze upwards only to see not one creased eyebrow she stood before with a gentle stare her hands cupped your face.
The warmth you chased after and yearned for now present, emanating from the palm of her hands you we're smitten the instant she brushed the softness of your cheeks, mirroring the action you did to wake her up . "I'll be back to you soon."
Following the shape of your face her fingers glide down lightly until the pad of her thumb brushed against the moist skin of your lips, her eyes following then suddenly all you could hear in your ear was the rhythmic pounding of your heartbeat constricted in your rib cage. Blood flow nearly too intense for your liking, as a color of ruddiness tinted your cheeks.
She lowered herself to lay a tender kiss against your lips, you relished in the moment finding the fabric of her night robe and tugged her closer to deepen the exchange.
She all but melts into the kiss as well her hand anchored on your shoulders as her fingers trembled with pleasure as she lets herself be drowned in you, because regardless of how high or impenetrable the walls she finds herself within she shares the same vulnerability of having emotion and with that comes deep and intimate desires she tries to subdue, but in your presence bare them all with abandonment.
The hands rested on your shoulders began to push weight onto you and the you hesitantly pulled away then she stood tall with not a single strand of her hair out of place while you sat with your breath shallow and a heart that refused to calm down. "Mhm, I'm sure you will." Your tone laced with defeat. You watch her turn with a grace that enamored your eyes to follow the sway of her hips, she could of course feel your innocent or maybe not observation but she dare's not to utter a single word only shutting the door behind her.
After a single moment of silence you hear the muffled sound of water as it runs while Seraphim bathes herself, then it fades into the background as your mine began to wander your thoughts like an endless stream of a river. Now conscious about the constant thread of worry suffocating every inch of your being, "I just hope you would trust yourself more."
Murmuring those words as a whisper you wished she'd hear but instead you spared yourself another lecture from her and kept it hidden under your bitten tongue, you wrap the thick covers over your lap and leaned backwards pressing against the headboard of your marital bed.
Your left hand moved towards the heavy book placed purposefully on top of the bedside table beside you and setting it on top of your lap opening it to an empty page, with a single circular motion a quill appeared in your right hand neatly as you used the other to open up a window to space observing any abnormalities that could possibly manifest within.
The minutes flew by as you poured your attention into watching the vastness of space and the existing celestial bodies closely, by the time that you were only beginning to write the information of your review Sera had already finished her morning routine to look presentable.
Her halo pristine as she settled it perfectly upon the crown of her head, then her eyes wandered to you focused in your task. "I hope you have a fine day my beloved." You raised an eye brow up at her, "You can assume it's going to be as mundane as any other, I loath not being able to accompany you my dearest."
"I love you." The words left her lips and enchanted your ears with her voice, The soft bed dipping with her weight as she balanced herself on her knee, sealing her lips with yours as delicate as can be as she with a kiss. In that moment all you could feel was her as she pressed her palm to the pulse under your neck .
"I'll be waiting." And with that she moved towards the door with elegance that indicated her authority, with one last glace casted over her shoulder towards you with a smile the golden doorways shut closed behind her.
The flow of what was supposed to be another ideal day in existence seemed to have fallen apart around her as she started to genuinely lose her equanimity after the disaster of a day she's been having, one thing led to another and suddenly Hell has declared war in Heaven's door step an unmistakable ringing irritating her ears overwhelmed by the stimulus of voices overlapping with one another and the desperation growing in her sister's voice pleading for her to give Hell a better chance rather than staying to what she already knows.
Her breath uneven in the ways that made her angelic blood run faster than it should, chest heaving along as she tried to make sense of what the actual fuck was going on, "ENOUGH." her voice rang vigorously with a slight growl catching all of the present angels off their guards.
"I choose to withdraw from engaging in this subject with out the guidance of our God, everyone you are dismissed." A hazy blur followed that moment as she found herself back to the intimidating gate's of her home. The feathers of her wings dragging behind her as she moved through the vast hallways of leading to your shared quarters, a haunting feeling in her heart as she was already rethinking her decision of coming back to her place of comfort when the calling of her responsibilities were back in the court of angels. "What brought you back so early Sera?"
Your voice echoed behind her and she was immediately frozen in place, heart highly strung as it pounds against the cages of her ribs she holding her hands together and in a reticent manner wiping away the droplets of sweat that accumulated. "Simply that the court was dismissed faster than expected."
You walked silently towards her, the soft patter of your barefoot echoing like soft rain through the golden corridors. "And could you possibly impart, what exactly happened?"
"It- requires none of your concern." She can be blunt and rather passive aggressive sometimes but you hold nothing against her, for you know and have already been reminded of the heavy load she carries from the expectations necessary for her to fulfill.
"I firmly digress, I cannot just plainly turn a blind eye towards you my dearest." as a dominion you have to many eyes for that to be possible, you stood now behind her scanning the taut figure ahead of you. "Just tell me Sera, you don't have to act like you have everything under control at least not in front me."
The sound of your voice leaving an almost broken and weak impression as you tried to grasp her hand within yours, but before you could she only moved away with a sharp gesture. Surprising you with a dejected look upon her face, your heart dropping swallowing hard at the dryness of your throat.
"Are you doubting me?" of course you'd also contribute to fucking up the day your wife's having, her tone was controlled as her eyes met yours finally but there was an underlying exasperation. "You misunderstand me my dearest."
"Does it not occur to you that what I do, What is expected of me isn't just tending to what ever lies there beyond in space. But Excellence and absolute protection over innocent souls that matter- I will not be having this conversation with you." The guarded hostility in her tone condescending as she looked at you with a fiery gaze you don't recognize in any moments you've ever had with her.
"What?" barely even audible as her words impair you with an unpleasant sting unlike what you have ever felt before,"Has it ever occurred to you that how I act is the effect of your relentless insistence of being what you already want to be!? Sera for fuck's sake you keep telling yourself that you have to achieve this vision of perfection like a God when you know that despite being divine beings we have flaws that arise from our consciousness, and no one ever blames you for anything it's just you. Not to mention the fact that you are beyond overdue for a break and yet you keep pursuing with your wits acting like it's not taking any toll on you when in fact you're only making this worse for yourself."
You snapped and suddenly what felt like a pressure of a thousand suns encumber upon you, opting to clasp your hands over your mouth with a slap then you gaze casted upwards staring wide eyed at her.
She swallowed hard, her eyebrows furrowed at your lack of composure. A shine of tear born from frustration in your eyes that made her want to kneel in front of you instead and apologize for whatever it is that made you act like this, all she desired in that moment was to share her heart with you and find the peace she so has been craving ever since she set foot outside of your comfort. All of that weighed heavily on her mind but the words you said inflicted a wound in her psyche she can't explain or comprehend. Stunned by your own words you struggled to offer her an apology only managing a syllable before she interjected with her own acuity.
"Everyone is looking to me to know what to do , your point of 'needing rest' doesn't put any soul in peace when Hell decides to point their weapons and threaten Heaven. I've had enough continuing this discussion won't lead anywhere." The doors to her study slammed shut behind her followed by a distinctive click of a lock, not even sparing a glance as you stood frozen in place your eyes then closing and exhaled a breath that you have been holding for the past minute.
IT IS DONE. My smutty one-shot of Carmilla has finally been finished after writing for a few days! Please do note that this is my first time ever finishing a fic longer than 400 words, and I proofread this at 9pm in my bedroom, so mistakes may be there and the pacing might be off. :D
Pairing: Carmilla x fem top Reader
Summary: Carmilla had a long day at work and her fiancée offered to help her destress, however the original intended method ends up long forgotten as the two get tangled in the sheets.
Warnings: Sex, reader going down on Carmilla, minor mentions of back scratching which can be interpreted as there being blood or not.
Word count: 1.8k
It had been an exhausting day for Carmilla. Between the myriad of orders, her employees messing up, and a bunch of demons who thought they knew better; it was safe to say she wasn't in the best mood.
Her shift was barely over when you decided to pop your head into her office, beaming at your tired fiancée who could muster but a half-smile in return. You greeted her, but when you didn't receive a proper answer back, worry pulled at your brows and knitted them together. "Is everything okay?" Came your soft words as you made your way over. She sighed a curse, before shaking her head to try and dismiss your worries. "I'm alright, cariño. More tired than anything else, don't worry."
You tilted your head, hands moving to the arm rests of her chair once you stepped in front of it. There was a frown on your lips, barely there but still present. The last thing you wanted was for your beloved to feel as such. It was understandable, yes, given her position and wide influence... But it never felt good to see her this exhausted. "Do you need help with finishing up? Or... Would you like to perhaps talk about what's bothering you?" Your fingers drummed on the armrest for a moment longer, but quickly moved up to cradle her face. She blinked up at you, before her eyes fluttered closed and she leaned into your gentle touch.
She would often wait until you two were home, of course. She had a reputation to uphold, so it wasn't a common occurrence she let her defenses down in her office. But she did, now. And as much as she was likely cursing herself internally for it, you couldn't help but find it adorable, in a way. You always loved it when your fiancée let herself go, if even for a moment. "Today has been... a day. And a long one at that," was her response, quietly mumbled against the palm of your hand, as if she was trying to hide from the world itself. Whether that was because she really was that tired, or rather embarrassed she was 'going soft' like she would say, wasn't clear.
After spending a few minutes studying her features carefully, you hummed and gently tugged her up from her office chair. "Come on, love. Let's go home, I'll draw you a bath," you were already leading her along as the words left your lips, like a gentle caress within a world so broken. You didn't live very far from her factory, in fact her house was right next to it for convenience purposes, so the treck didn't take you two longer than five minutes. But even so, those five minutes were much needed. The air wasn't fresh taken Hell's economy, in fact it was likely better inside, but it was cool. Cold, even. Crackling with an energy that made the hairs of your neck stand, yet not unpleasant oddly enough.
When you two had made it inside, hand in hand, you let go briefly to shed your jacket and shoes. She didn't have much to shed, not really, so she waited for you to be done and grabbed your hand again. She could be very touch starved sometimes, having been used to being on her own for so long before you showed up. With a small, amused huff, you led her to your shared bedroom. Her daughters were out today, thank the gods for that. "Wait here," you muttered, placing a kiss to Carmilla's cheek, quickly disappearing to the bathroom after.
And wait she did. With a weary sigh, she sat down on the edge of the bed, eyes trailing over your shared space. She really had gotten lucky, finding love again in this place. You were so considerate, so caring and loving, that it nearly hurt. She always prided herself on being independent and self-sufficient, and yet she couldn't help but practically melt any time you did something for her. It was maddening, the way you could render her speechless and make her go all soft in a matter of minutes.
She didn't luckily have to wait much longer until you walked back into the bedroom. You looked her over and raised an eyebrow. "Something the matter, 'Milla?" She stretched her arms before responding to you, "No, not anymore at least."
"Not anymore," you mused aloud, sauntering over to where she was sitting and promptly straddling her. Your arms wrapped behind her neck as a small, soft smile pulled at your lips. "Care to elaborate?" Oh, and the way she blushed was delicious. She took a few moments to compose herself, while her hands settled on your hips. "I just think it's unfair," she started, "How you can make me so... weak."
A small sigh was drawn from your lips as you leaned in, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth. "Well, that's not necessarily my fault," you murmured, trailing kisses down to her jawline. She shuddered, grip tightening at your hips. "Cariño..." her tone was low, almost inviting if it weren't for the way her nails dug into your skin. She couldn't help it, of course, and it always made a shiver travel down your spine. You moved to her neck next, kissing her skin sweetly, teeth gracing the side of her throat a moment later.
Her breathing hitched and it was quite obvious she was holding back a groan, opting to bite her lip instead. "Yes?" you finally responded, hands occupying themselves with the two buttons of her shirt. "Mierda... Keep going," her words rumbled against your ear, warm, low, utterly sinful. And that you did. Your fingers had popped the buttons open, moving to the hem of her shirt to pull it off of her. Once the offending garment - which was very much in your way before - was off, your lips crashed against hers. She kissed you back, a hungry moan building in the back of her throat when you pushed her down onto the bed, lips still locked together in a passionate push and pull.
It didn't take long until you were both naked and your lips were on her throat once more, her nails digging into your back and leaving lines of pretty crimson as they dragged down your skin. You managed to tear a groan from her once you bit down, rather hard too, I might say. The mark would definitely be visible tomorrow. She'd chastise you for it, of course, but you were too caught up in the moment to care. Your lips dragged down to her chest, peppering soft kisses across the plane of her breasts, then her ribs. You were worshipping her, no part of her body left unattended. It was what she deserved, blind eyed worship at every moment, her skin a canvas for you to paint upon.
You sucked marks onto her chest, her lower stomach, thighs, hips, anything you could possibly reach. Oh, and she was getting impatient, you could feel it in the way her hips bucked helplessly against you, in the way she sighed "Baby," against her hand. But you weren't done, not at all. You wanted to savor the moment, the heat of it all, as you bit down on her inner thigh. You could hear how her breath stuttered, her other hand now fisting at the sheets while her eyelids fluttered.
She was looking down at you through it all, and you looked back; cathing sight of those gorgeous infernal eyes practically begging you to get to it already. It made your own breath catch, a groan getting stuck in your throat. You had to tear your gaze away, lest you melt entirely and forget about sex altogether. With a shuddering sigh, your mouth finally found its mark, tongue dragging up her slick slit and soon finding her that sensitive bud at the top. You got to work, coaching quiet groans and stuttered breaths from your lower, tongue lapping against her heat like a woman starved. It wasn't until your fingers joined that you actually got a full moan out of her, two digits sinking knuckle deep and lips sucking at her sensitive clit.
Her back arched, hips canting as they tried to press closer toward your mouth and fingers, and you let it happen. You rather liked it when Carmilla got needy, lost in the hazy pleasure and love while you worked to please her. It was like you were where you belonged every time, watching her fall apart so beautifully at it all.
You doubled your efforts, fingers pumping slightly faster and curling just right, tongue swiping across the underside of her clit. Her thighs shook, threatening to close around your head, but it did little to deter you. If anything it made you more determined, your own thighs squeezing together for friction as you ate her out. And ate her out you did, any time her breathing hitched in that way where you knew she was getting close, you slowed ever so slightly. If just to keep going for a little while longer.
Eventually she couldn't take it anymore, and her big hand came to rest upon your head, pressing you closer. A moan bloomed in your throat and vibrated against her. You'd been going long enough now to be sure she'd be able to take a third finger, so you slipped your digits out for just a second to add another. If she wanted to come, she was going to do so hard, preferably soon. Not that you didn't want to draw this out, just that it was getting hard to breathe between her bucking hips, hand holding you down, and thighs pressing against your head. Though you would have been lying if you said it wasn't the hottest thing you'd seen and felt all day.
It took one final curl of your fingers and a gentle suck upon her clitoris for her to come crashing down. Her thighs shook, back arched, and her hands gripped at your hair and the sheets, a groan tumbling from her lips before she could stop it. You slowed down, drawing out her orgasm for as long as you could without overstimulating her too much, and eventually pulled away when her legs fell limp and weren't squeezing your head anymore. With a humm you licked your fingers clean and reached for the box of napkins on the bedside table to wipe your - rather slick - mouth and chin.
She laid there boneless for a moment, catching her breath, until you heard her speak up, "Querida... Let me return the favour," she murmured, hand reaching for yours. Oh dear, it was going to be a long night. Bath long forgotten, you laid down beside her, letting her have her turn.
I love your account!! Just found it lol, the other post you made was amazing! I was wondering if you could do a Carmilla x fem reader? SFW and NSFW headcannons? The reader is more a more skittish demon and was abused by mainly women in her life and she’s more fearful of them, so I just want to see how that would work out with Carmilla. If that’s alright lol! Thanks!
carmilla x skittish!abused!reader
includes: carmilla carmine x skittish!abused!reader
warnings: afab!reader, mentions of abuse, NSFW under the cut, soft dom!carmilla, slightly ooc carmilla?, not proofread
authors note: hiiii!! thank you so much i’m glad you enjoyed my first post and i hope you enjoy this one too! writing for carmilla is sooooo new to me so i hope i have and continue to do her justice 😊
sfw:
when carmilla first learns about the abuse you endured while still alive, a lot of things fall into place. it isn’t exactly what she expected, but it explains the way you tense around her, or how you flinch at certain tones or movements. she understands you better in an instant.
she wants to reassure you — not by overflowing you with comfort, but with calm, steady certainty. she isn’t like the women who hurt you, and she intends to prove that through consistency, not speeches. from that day forward, she makes a quiet promise to protect you and keep you out of harm’s reach, no matter what.
to avoid overwhelming you, she keeps her approach subtle and controlled. she positions herself on the side closest to danger, keeps you on the inside of the sidewalk, places a steadying hand near your lower back or arm only when you’re clearly frightened, and pays sharp attention to your boundaries and cues. her actions say what she rarely voices aloud: she cares, deeply, and she takes your safety seriously.
and when you finally open up, clinging to her and choking out the pieces of your story, she stays composed for you. she holds you close, taking in every detail, grounding you with her presence rather than collapsing with you. she won’t let go until you do — not because she’s afraid, but because she refuses to let you feel unsupported for even a moment.
because of that, you often end up at her side — sometimes because you seek her out, sometimes because she quietly positions herself there. carmilla is protective by nature, especially of those she considers hers, and she’s more than willing to stay close if it keeps you safe and steady. if that means being glued to your hip, she doesn’t mind in the slightest.
nsfw:
carmilla is cautious at first — not because she’s unsure of herself, but because she refuses to misstep with you. she’s fully aware of your past and refuses to repeat even a shadow of it. so she waits, watching for signs you’re comfortable, ready, and wanting her. she lets you set the pace without ever making you feel like you’re the one carrying the whole weight of the moment.
but once intimacy actually happens, she commits completely. there’s nothing hesitant in her touch anymore — only intention. she takes her time, studying every sound you make, every shiver, every breath that stutters against her name. she likes to savor you before she even lays a hand on you, letting her gaze travel over you slowly like she’s memorizing every inch.
when she finally touches you, it’s with slow, purposeful confidence. she’ll trail her fingers along your thighs, your hips, anywhere that makes you gasp or twitch, learning you piece by piece. and when she goes down on you, she doesn’t rush — she takes her time licking through your folds, tasting you like she’s waited forever, her tongue steady, precise, occasionally pausing just to feel you squirm.
despite the control in her movements, she’s still careful. she checks in — not constantly, but effectively. quiet murmurs of “still good, amor?” against your skin, her voice low and certain. she wants you undone, desperate, trembling — but never scared. she wants you to choose her, not freeze under her.
and when you pull her hair, or moan her name, or beg softly? that’s when she truly melts. she’ll grip your thighs just a little tighter, drag her tongue in deeper, take you apart with a kind of restrained hunger she only ever shows in private. she loves seeing you blissed-out and safe at the same time, knowing she’s the one who earned your trust enough to see you like this.
when it’s over, she doesn’t pull away immediately. instead, she presses soft, slow kisses along your inner thighs, your hips, your stomach — grounding touches, unhurried. she moves up your body and rests her forehead against yours, her voice low as she whispers, “you did beautifully.”
no pressure, no dominance disguised as care — just confident affection, steady and sure.
she’ll hold you as long as you need, one hand brushing your hip or your back, keeping you warm and settled.
and afterward? she’s even more quietly protective of you, though she never smothers. intimacy with her doesn’t cage you — it just wraps around you like silk, soft but strong, reminding you that she’s here, and she’s yours, and you’re safe.
