⋆𐙚 ̊. vampire!sevika and vampire!ambessa are naturally obsessed with you!
warning(s) - pussy eating, kissing, pet names (baby, good girl), praise kink, spitting, light nipple play, dirty talk. 18+ minors & men dni.
ambessa’s tongue laps against your swollen clit, tormenting you with each lick. her long nails scratch down your ass, making you shiver and your skin sting after it.
sevika’s mouth consumes your whimpers, her tongue twirls around yours, her fangs brush against your lips whenever she slightly pulls back. sitting behind you, her nails dig into your ribs, leaving marks and drawing a bit of blood. even in their cold master bedroom, your skin grew hot, your muscles stiffening as sevika’s calves kept your thigh wide open. her pupils dilated while the grey in her sclera darkened.
“sweetest pussy to ever exist,” ambessa moans, her face nuzzled into your musk. breathing in as she drags her nose down, the tip of her nose touches your clit, making you shiver. her mouth soaked with your arousal and her spit, absolutely intoxicated by you.
sevika hums in agreement, nestling her face in the crook of your neck now. her tongue begins to circle a small area, closer to your ear before her fangs lightly run down your neck. “you like that baby?” she rasps, her plump lips peck against your skin before sucking it roughly, her index and middle fingers shoves in your mouth.
your saliva coats it while your spit spills out from your mouth and down to her palm, covering all over your chin. ambessa’s plump lips press onto your dripping cunt before opening her mouth and sucking your folds.
“all this pussy needs is some attention, such a good girl for us.” sevika moans before her fingers slip out from your mouth and move to your nipples, feeling your body jolt.
“bet if we stuffed both our dildos in that sweet pussy of yours it would just keep sucking, huh?” she chuckles, her laughter vibrates against your neck making you shiver. you try to close your legs only for sevika to grip her calves tighter around you. sevika hand grabs your chin, forcing your head to look at her now. forcing your jaw open, her eyes glance down at your lips much before she spits in your mouth at the same time ambessa spits on your clit and wraps her tongue around it like her favorite lollipop.
your stomach turns while you gasp for air, ambessa’s tongue is so deep inside you, hitting your g-spot repeatedly. you wish you could squirm, at least buck your hips up. sevika pulls away, sucking up the saliva that drips down to your chin.
your hand makes a fist as your breath hitches, “this– fuck! s’too much.” you lean your head back on sevika’s shoulder as her hand moves to your other nipple, pinching it before rubbing it gently. they both giggle, sevika pouts at you, “but you said you could handle us.” she mocks, moving her head back down to your neck, inhaling the scent of your blood, becoming hungry by the second.
ambessa stops, pressing one more kiss against the folds of your pussy, which makes you whine. “how can you expect us to believe you can take our strap in your mouth and pussy but you barely can handle my mouth and her fingers?”
the two laugh at your words, before you could reply, ambessa blows against your cunt and sucks the slight cum that drips out already. “you poor baby,” sevika replies against your ear, “we’re not even done with you yet and you’re already giving up.” she responds, her hand moves down to your stomach, the warmth of her skin making you hotter.
“i can handle you- fuck, i’m gonna cum, ambessa!” you tone whiny and voice shaking. your hips whither, growing tired of the limited movement you’re giving. ambessa devours your twitching and throbbing pussy. she doesn’t stop sucking your cunt, tasting your cum all over her tongue while her hand rests on top of your pelvis.
“such a good girl for us.” sevika mutters, her fangs brushing against your neck again. your body becomes tired, sweat all over you as you feel overwhelmed.
“absolutely beautiful,” ambessa gleams at the sight of your twitching pussy, cum still drooling down to her bedsheets.
she leans up to you, pressing a kiss on your forehead. “you did such a good job for us.” she whispers, her eyes flicker to sevika who nods. “we got you baby.” she reassures, feeling your body go weak against her.
Deaf!Simon Riley and the vibrations of your voice (18+)
Simon Riley has been deaf for the past few years of his life due to sudden acoustic trauma from explosions and gunfire. He never had a problem with it, in fact, he never really talked or listened to people in general when he was able to hear. The tinnitus still rings out in his head, still makes him press his pillow against his ears at night, but at least he didn’t have to listen to anything else.
It wasn’t until you came along that he wished he could hear again, but something about the simple intimacy of feeling your voice rather than hearing it made him feel like this is how it was always meant to be for him.
He liked the fact that you would still speak to him as he reads your lips, that you didn’t shy away when he would occasionally reach up to touch your cheek just to feel the vibrations of your voice. Of course, you accommodated him as well, learning how to articulate your words better for lip reading, how to use sign language, but when he would ask you to speak about anything and everything you always did.
You never fail to make his world feel loud in a space that was so consumingly quiet before.
And when it came to sex, it was never anything short of passionate. It was a different kind of intimacy you had never experienced before him.
Your back is pressed against the sheets, Simon’s chest against yours, and his face is buried in your neck as he thrusts into you deep, and hard. His hips roll against yours, spreading your legs wider, stuffing your wet pussy full of his aching cock. Every single moan falling from your lips, every last babbled word you can get out as he fucks you dumb, he drinks it all in with his lips pressed to your throat to feel the vibrations flood through his body.
He is always particular about that, rightfully so, to the point where he’ll fuck you any way you want but he needs to feel you to cum. To feel your wet, warm walls wrapped tightly around him, clenching down on his length when his tip knocks against your cervix. To feel your cries of pleasure when he angles his hips just right to brush against your sweet spot.
Your fingers tangle in the hair at his nape, tugging slightly, earning a low groan rumbling out from the depths of his chest. Your nails rake down the rough skin of his back, leaving red, angry marks in your wake. Wrapping your legs around his waist, the new angle allows him to dig deeper, leaving you a moaning mess under him.
The skin of his abdomen glides on your clit, stimulating the sensitive bundle of nerves when he thrusts in and grinds his cock on your cervix. Your nipples drag against his chest, hard and swollen, aching for his lips. You press soft kisses to his shoulder, biting ever so slightly and licking away the pain until it fades into pleasure again.
The veins and ridges of his cock slide through your walls, molding your pussy to him, stretching you, pleasuring you, all because of him. He fills you to the brim, leaving no space inside of you empty for long, before pulling back out and doing it over and over again. Stars burst behind your eyelids when he zeros in on your sweet spot, his precision maddening, his consistent thrusts enough to bring you impossibly close to your climax.
He can feel you getting closer, can feel the frantic vibrations, can feel the way your heart speeds up when you squirm your hips under him to find more of the friction you so desperately crave. Simon gives into your body every single time, thrusting harder, pounding deeper, slamming his hips against your faster the more eager he grows to feel you cum on his cock.
Each thrust knocks the breath out of your lungs, leaving you gasping for air, each exhale turning into sounds of pleasure. His skin is warm and sweaty on yours, one hand gripping the fat of your hip, the other caging your head in, keeping you steady while he pounds into you relentlessly. His face stays buried in your neck, his lips trail up and down as he sucks and bites against the one spot he knows you like, and when your walls clamp down around him, he hits your sweet spot one more time and you’re cumming for him.
Moans rip free from your throat as your body grows rigid and your muscles draw taut underneath him. Cum gushes from your pussy, leaking out around his cock, dripping from his skin and making a mess on the sheets below. He groans, deep and low, rolling into you to drag out your high for as long as possible before he brings himself to that same sweet release.
He lifts his face from your neck, wrapping his hand around it instead, still allowing himself to feel the vibrations but settling on placing his lips against yours. Your lips move with his, finding his rhythm, moving in tandem the closer he gets and you continue to moan which he swallows greedily.
Only when your body twitches with overstimulation, only when your nails dig into the skin of his back, only then does he drive himself to the hilt and spill his seed. Long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your pussy, spurting out in continuous streams from his swollen, sensitive tip, hitting your cervix and leaking out around him when nothing else will fit.
His kiss turns slower while his movements come to a stop, swiping his tongue against your soft lips before pulling away with a wet pop, breaking the strings of saliva connecting the two of you. The sight of you so blissful underneath makes him feel like this is the prettiest you have ever been.
Tears stain your cheeks, your eyes half-lidded and bloodshot. Your mouth hangs open ever so slightly, drool dripping from your chin, as whimpers and whines continue to fall the more you feel his cock twitch deep inside of you. You look so raw, so vulnerable, so his. His to please, his to love, his to cherish.
Your voice may belong to everyone else, but the vibrations of your body will always belong to him.
this photo but its blue collar worker!simon and fem!reader … walk with me.
Tags !! - smut, public sex, spoiled!reader, smut
blue collar worker!simon who loves to spoil his pretty girl. loves to buy you everything you’ve ever wanted; stuff you couldn’t get in your childhood or teens years and then some. loves to give you his hand every time you get up into his lifted truck, even puts his hand on your ass to make sure your skirt doesn’t ride up. jealous man, doesn’t want anyone even getting a glimpse of your round ass. especially not in those frilly outfits you like to wear; the ones with the high socks. if it makes him strain against his jeans, he knows what its doing to men passing by.
almost likes it in a way; showing you off in public whenever he’s able to take you out to nice places. which is often. puts his whole weeks worth of paychecks into making sure you’re brought to only the nicest places. and not because YOU demanded it; you asked nothing of him.
you just deserved it. perfect girl.
his perfect, put together little lady that he like’s to ruin at the end of the day.
simon physical cannot get over the way you look spread out on his cock, tight pussy clinging to his cock so hard he could barely move. such a shy girl; can’t even take it in public after all this time.
because blue collar worker!simon riley is a sucker for public sex. especially when you’re all dolled up, and he’s still covered in grease from work. doesn’t even bother washing his hands when he gets home sometimes, just so he can fuck on you and grab at those curves— leaving hand prints.
that and just seeing the physical work on his hands against your soft, plush— and beautifully clean skin. always smelling so good of some sort of perfume or oils.
also; he fucking LOVES when he keeps his belt on, and he just knows you feel it hitting the back of your thigh with every thrust. loves when the sound of his belt buckle and keys are the only sound mixing with the echos of your bodies snapping together, black stained fingers shoving themselves into your mouth so you’d stay quiet.
wouldn’t want anyone finding you in such a humiliating situation, would you, sweet girl?
caleb is absolutely hammering into you, his pace heavy and completely relentless. his broad chest is slick with sweat, grinding against yours with every single hard thrust. he’s buried so fucking deep inside you that your head is spinning, the bed frame groaning loudly as his thick cock stretches you open, bullying its way past your wet folds. you’re pinned flat on your back, fingers scratching harsh red lines down his back.
“caleb–fuck, slow d-down for a second,” you gasp out, voice breaking from the feeling of him absolutely wrecking you.
he lets out a breathless little laugh, his purpole eyes staring into your hazy ones. “can’t do that,” he murmurs, voice full of warm, lazy affection. “you’re the one who got me this worked up.”
it was true. caleb had returned from a two week long mission and god could you not keep your hands off of him.
suddenly, his large warm hand slides up your chest and wraps firmly around the front of your throat. caleb squeezes.
the firm, heavy pressure instantly cuts off your air and the steady restriction sends a violent jolt up your core. your eyes fly wide, pupils dilating as a desperate, needy whine gets trapped in your throat. it’s exactly what you like– the feeling of him being in control making your soaked cunt twitch and clench around his cock.
your hands grip his wrist, not to pull him off, but to press it down harder against your neck, begging for that pressure.
caleb leans down, his face inches from yours. his usually bright eyes are dark and heavy but his expression softens into a fond smile when he sees how much you love it.
“you’re my absolute weakness, you know that?” he murmurs, voice raspy snd breathless before he leans down to press a deep and sweet kiss to your lips.
he dosen’t slow down at all. he drives his cock even deeper, bottoming out completely inside your twitching cunt. then, he takes his hand and presses his palm against your lower stomach.
right there, his palm sinks against your skin. he can feel the distinct bulge of himself stretching you out from inside. your hips give a suddenly and involuntary jerk at the feeling. a tear of pure pleasure slips down your cheek, choked cry trapped by his grip on your neck.
caleb lets out a sharp groan at the feeling, his smile turning into a breathless grin. he presses down hard with his palm, while his hips slam forward again and again.
“look at you,” caleb pants, his breath hot against your face as he uses his thumb to wipe a tear away. he holds you perfectly steady while he watches your expression blow out. “you’re taking every fucking inch of me. so beautiful like this.”
“mmh—caaaleb...just....harder,” you choke out, your chest heaving as you look up at him, completely drunk on the lack of air and sheer size of him tearing you apart. he keeps pounding into you, tip battering against your cervix.
soon, your vision blurs and your back completely arches off the mattress. the coil in your stomach snaps and it has you gripping him like a vice. caleb kisses you through the peak of it, holding you securely until you slowly start to come down.
afterward, the room is completely quiet except for your heavy breathing. caleb collapses right next to you, completely spent and pulls you against his side. he lets out a long, satisfied sigh, pressing numerous kisses to the crown of your head. “i love you,” he whispers.
you smile and snuggle into him. yes, you love him too.
listen …… it’s insane how much this game has consumed me. am I crying over hot fictional men ? yes. their lore is just heart wrenching. anyway ! I wanted to do their standard myth colours in my animated line collection. :’))) hope you like !
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