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𝓡ʜʏꜱ I 20+ I ɪ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ɪ'ᴍ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ʜʏᴘᴇʀ ꜰɪxᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴏɴ. I ɪ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ꜰ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ.
"𝐿𝒶𝓎 𝓂𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝑒𝑒𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝓁𝑜𝓌."
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— 20. Bodyguard! Caitlyn Kiramman x President's Daughter! F Reader I Drabble Warnings : Cait receiving, condescending praise, SMUT MDNI (idk if they actually wear ear pieces, and oh my god another violation of work ethics)
You pride yourself on the architecture of your composure: the razor-sharp line of your spine, the practiced tilt of your chin, the way your hands rest like heavy marble against your hips. Beside your father, under the blinding heat of a thousand camera flashes, you are less a woman and more a monument. But as the President’s voice drones on, a low, tectonic thrum begins to vibrate at the base of your skull.
You catch your bottom lip between your teeth, a tiny fracture in the statue. Shivers, unbidden and electric, coil from your hips and race up the ladder of your vertebrae, raising goosebumps in its wake.
Then, the static of your ear piece hisses—a sharp, intimate intake of breath delivered directly into your inner ear.
“Look at you. Poor, desperate thing. Trying so hard to hold it together.”
The voice is posh, dripping with the kind of upper-class cruelty that feels like a velvet noose. It’s Caitlyn.
Your eyes narrow into slits, a silent curse screaming behind your teeth. You hate her for this—for the psychological siege she’s laying while you’re pinned under the national gaze.
“I can’t wait to taste you,” she murmurs, the words yearning and heavy. A pause follows, long enough for the image to take root in your gut, followed by a low, devastatingly smug giggle. “All these people, all these lenses... and I’m the only one who knows how wet you are under that silk. So prim and fucking proper.”
Your brow twitches. Your gaze sweeps the room, cutting through the sea of suits until you find her. She’s stationed by the heavy mahogany doors. Her hair is scraped back into a bun so tight it looks painful; her face is a mask of passive, professional boredom. To the world, she is a weapon in a blazer. To you, she is a predator watching her prey.
“That million-dollar face,” she whispers, her voice dropping an octave, vibrating against your eardrum until your knees feel like jelly. “I’d kill to see it between my legs right now. That’s a face made to be ridden, don't you think?”
A fresh surge of heat crashes into your pussy.. Your hand bunches into a fist, knuckles white, as the heel of your stiletto taps a frantic, agonizing rhythm against the marble floor. You’re sweating now—a fine, shimmering sheen on your forehead that the cameras will mistake for the heat of the lights.
Just so you fucking wait until this is finished. You thought.
By 10 PM, the "First Daughter" has been stripped away, leaving only a frantic mess of rumpled silk and pleated wool on the satin sheets. The gala was a marathon of botoxed smiles and velvet-glove handshakes; now, the only thing that matters is the weight of Caitlyn straddling your hips.
Caitlyn moves with the efficiency of an officer taking what’s hers. She grinds her wetness directly against the skin of your stomach, her eyebrows drawn together in a look of focused pleasure. Her hands are heavy on your chest, pinning you, using your body as a high-end toy to get herself off.
“It feels too fucking good—fuck,” she rasps, her posh accent staggering, broken by hot, jagged breaths.
You arch your back, your hips canting upward, desperately grinding against thin air. You’re chasing the ghost of her touch, but she keeps you just out of reach, forcing you to watch her take from you.
“I wonder what the press would think,” she whispers, leaning down until her breath ghosts over your damp skin. Her hips roll, slow and agonizingly deliberate. “Your bodyguard using the President’s daughter like a piece of furniture. Think of the scandal. All that dignity, wasted on me.”
“Cait—please. I’ve been wanting you all night,” you beg, your voice a ragged shadow of your public persona. Your hands roam blindly over her body, your cold fingers finding the hard, pebble-peaks of her nipples.
She doesn’t give in. Instead, she hooks a hand under your knee, hiking your leg over her shoulder to expose your wet pussy completely. She shifts, grinding her clit directly against yours in a slick, bruising slide of friction.
A moan tears from your throat, but she smothers it, her mouth crashing onto yours. Her teeth clash against yours, a brutal claim.
“Keep it down,” she murmurs against your lips, her voice heavy with authority. “You don’t want the maids to hear how loud you get for me, do you? I’m your dirty little secret, remember?”
“No—Cait, you’re not a secret—ah, fuck—” You’re babbling now, the facade of the poised socialite left in fragments on the floor. “I’ll let them know. I’ll tell everyone I’m yours—I promise—fuck, Cait, ride my face. Please.”
She doesn’t offer a verbal reply. She knows you won’t. There’s a dull ache that rests beneath her ribs but she simply shifts, positioning her hips over your mouth. Your high-end lip gloss is already smudged across your chin, a mark of her ownership. Your next moan is muffled entirely as she presses her wet, swollen pussy lips against your tongue.
She doesn't ask; she takes. You work for her now, your tongue tracing the slick heat of her while she grinds down, chasing her high with a ruthless, rhythmic pressure.
Caitlyn’s face scrunches, her head falling back as the pleasure racks her. There’s a dark, addictive thrill in the indignity of it—the way a powerful woman in the country is currently nothing but a mess of smudged mascara and her wetness. Down here, behind the marble molding and the locked doors, you aren't an asset to be protected. You’re just a slut for her, and God, she makes you feel it.
— 19. Dr. Mel King x Coworker F! Reader I Drabble Warnings : g!p, I just seem to love violating work ethic, mentions of a man being creepy, NSFW, MINORS DNI
“So good, baby—you’re doing so well,” you whisper against Mel’s ear, your hips rocking steadily on her swollen cock as you brace yourself against the wall beside the storage room closet.
“Y-yeah? Good?” she hums, her hips bucking upward in uneven rhythm, brows drawn tight as pleasure overrides her control.
“You look so pretty—” she starts, but you cut her off with a kiss before she can spiral into words. Your hand slides into her braids, gripping gently to tilt her head back, deepening the kiss as your tongue meets hers. Heat radiates between you, sweat beading along her hairline and dampening the collar of her scrubs.
Just earlier, you had seen Dr. Mel King standing in the hallway, her expression unusually somber, fingers absently toying with the diaphragm of her stethoscope. Her brows were furrowed, her posture tense like she was holding something in. When you approached and asked if she was okay, she hesitated. That was all it took for you to take her hand and pull her into the nearest storage closet.
And now, here you are.
Her scrubs are pushed halfway down her thighs, cock hard and beading with precum with her composure long gone. She looks undone, flushed, breathless with tears beading on her lashes— reduced to soft and shallow gasps, all the clinical precision she carries has been stripped away.
“Tell me, Mel… what’s been bothering that pretty little head of yours, hm?” you murmur, your voice softer now, coaxing. The sweaty pads of your palm cradling the hot skin of her face, a blush painting her cheeks. The faint light slipping through the narrow crack of the door casts a thin glow across her face.
She hesitates, biting her lip, her chest rising and falling too fast like she’s just run a code and hasn’t recovered yet.
“T-there’s this patient—oh God—” Her head tilts back, eyes fluttering as her words falter when you drop down on her cock, circling your hips in a way that makes her toes curl.
You slow slightly, your hand moving to cup her cheek, grounding her. “And? What happened?” you ask gently, thumb brushing over her heated skin.
“He was… acting inappropriately,” she manages, her voice shaky. “I—I felt cornered. Like I couldn’t say anything, couldn’t move… like my body just froze.” Her words break off, her breath hitching as tension finally gives way, her entire body slackening and you feel her cum inside your pussy with the quick stutter of her hips.
You exhale softly, easing your movements as your hand slides from the back of her neck down along her spine in a soothing motion. Your thumb frees her lip for the assault of her teeth.
“Hey… it’s okay,” you whisper, pressing a soft kiss to her temple.
The air in the small space feels thick and humid, carrying the scent of antiseptic and sweat. Her glasses sit slightly askew, fogged at the edges, her usual sharp, clinical composure replaced by something vulnerable.
And for the first time since you saw her in that hallway, the tension in her finally starts to release.
— 18. Hockey player!Ellie Williams I Team medic F! reader Warning : NSFW, Minors DNI I Highkey a violation of work ethic ? This is totally not because of heated rivalry
The crowd shook the stadium, a relentless roar rolling through concrete and ice as the game unfolded in brutal flashes of speed. On the ice, the New York City Beasts moved with practice and stealth that's unforgiving. They were a team no hockey fan could miss and at the center of it all was their captain, Williams, 08, a player as cold as the rink itself, steering the Beasts through each and everyone of their victory.
— 17. StepDad! Kento Nanami I F! reader Warnings : NSFW, minors DNI I Nanami is a sexy silverfox yum I reader is of age.
— The lake mirrors the bruised blue of the morning sky, trembling softly beneath the weight of wings. You sit at the edge of the dock — its rotting wood biting into your palms, splinters pressed into supple skin. The air hums with the humid sun, its warmth spilling down your face as your legs sway above the water, toes kissing the surface, stirring ripples.
— 15. [FANTOMĂ] GHOST / SIMON RILEY X FEM! AFAB READER
WARNING : MANHANDLING, DEGRADATION, PRAISE, FEAR PLAY, DOUBLE PENETRATION, KNIFE PLAY, BONDAGE, SPIT PLAY, MASK KINK, IMPACT PLAY, OVERSTIMULATION, BLOOD, PRIMAL PLAY, SIZE KINK, DARK CONTENT! NSFW, (DNI IF YOU AREN’T 18+)
A/N : The story will be substantially altered, and certain portions may not be linked to the original lore of COD. I do not play the game, nor am I educated in the military field; this is simply self indulgent. ALL OF THIS ARE A WORK OF FICTION AND IS LABELED AS DARK CONTENT, PROCEED WITH CAUTION
— Ghosts are a tale, a haunting narrative; some may find them symbolic, but they are essentially a mental construct; some may believe in them, while others do not. They are terrifying, instilling fear in the hearts of those who cross them.
—14. [ANCORA] KNIGHT ! BEIDOU AU X FEM! AFAB READER WARNINGS : STRANGERS TO LOVERS(?), PENETRATION, ORAL, SPIT PLAY, ANAL, SPANKING, DEGRADING PET NAMES, MENTIONS OF BLOOD, BITING, FACE SITTING, NSFW (DNI IF YOU AREN’T 18+)
— It was never meant to unfold like this. Fleeing at eventide, you escaped the suffocating grip of your town’s unjust governance. A lone wolf howled in the distance, its mournful hymn slicing through the twilight. Your boots crunched against the gravel with every strained step, legs burning from exertion, lungs searing as you chased the final train of the day. Your thighs ached, your chest heaved, and your lips had lost all color, the pit in your stomach sinking lower with each passing second.
— 13. [TERCEIRA] MIKASA ACKERMAN AU X FEM! AFAB READER Warnings : OLDER MIKASA! Infidelity, lap dance, masturbation, gun play, drinking, NSFW (DNI IF YOU AREN’T 18+)
— Your phone vibrates for the third time, buzzing against the pillow beside your head, drawing your attention from your husband as he readies for work. Glancing at the caller ID, Mikasa, a thrill runs up your spine, tingling all the way down. Your husband is influential, his life surrounded by bodyguards and security, but you’ve navigated that world before. Years ago, your relevance had earned you one of the Ackermans—Mikasa herself—the finest in the field.
— 12. [LURIDO] MAFIA RIVAL ! QUANXI AU X FEM! AFAB READER Warnings : Mentions of violence, straight up hate fuck, use of strap on (referred to as dick) , fingering, slapping, spanking, smoking, drinking, drugs, NSFW (DNI IF YOU AREN’T 18+)
— You move with measured grace, each step deliberate, the heels of your red bottoms pressing into the plush red carpet. Your black dress flows behind you like liquid shadow, fingers raking through your blood-painted nails as you adjust your hair. The building’s heavy atmosphere presses against your lungs, suffocating and sharp, claws scraping along your ribs with every inhale.
— 11. [PEDONE] FATUI HARBINGERS DRABBLE X FEM! AFAB READER
Pairings : Pierro, Columbina, Pantalone, Tartaglia, Dottore, Capitano, Sandrone, Arlecchino.
Warnings : Orgy, hand jobs, cunnilingus, power imbalance, vaginal penetration, NSFW (DNI IF YOU AREN’T 18+)
— As the Tsaritsa pinned the insignia onto your chest, the gold crest gleaming with two scarlet crimson banners dangling like living flames, your chest swelled with pride. Ecstasy burned through you—you were the twelfth Harbinger, following Ajax. Finally, you thought. Finally.
— 10. [AFFASCINATA] YAE MIKO X FEB! AFAB READER Warnings: Infidelity, exhibitionism, cunnilingus, use of degrading names, NSFW (DNI IF YOU AREN’T 18+)
— The sun rose over the city, spilling light with casual elegance, a quiet brilliance that warmed your skin, seeping into your bones. It was a lustry day, heat draping over you like silk, comforting and consuming at once. Your tennis skirt hugged your waist, a plain white visor perched delicately atop your head, framing your eyes in soft shadow.
— 09. [ALEA] YELAN X FEM! AFAB READER Warnings : Angst with comfort (?) , cunnilingus, heavily toxic, NSFW (DNI IF YOU AREN'T 18+)
— As you stepped through the door of your shared flat, the familiar weight of repetition slammed against your chest, pressing your ribs together until every breath felt borrowed, inadequate. Here we go again, you thought, the thought a dull throb in your skull. The cycle never ended, an endless abyss folding in on itself, and you were trapped with no exit.
— 08. [A NÉVOA] PLUG ! ROSARIA X FEM! AFAB READER Warnings : Bad habits (smoking, hot boxing), burning, car sex, implied strangers to fwb, NSFW (DNI IF YOU AREN'T 18+)
— You pumped your fist in the air, doing a silly celebratory dance for finishing college. Years of endless papers, late nights, and assignments had finally come to an end, and your body was exhausted. The only relief came from the cooling patches stuck to your skin, easing the tense muscles as you exhaled a long, shuddering sigh.
— 07. [INQUIETUS] PRINCESS ! G!P AYAKA X FEM! AFAB READER Warnings : Mild exhibitionism, immediate closeness, breeding, girl penis, virgin reader, NSFW (DNI IF YOU AREN'T 18+)
— Winter choked the land as a pale, silvered moon hovered in the sky, an icy serenade that made the warmth of human flesh all the more exquisite.
— 06. [REVENDICAREA] GANYU X AFAB! FEM READER Warnings : Top reader, use of dildo, heavy jealousy, overstimulation, NSFW (DNI IF YOU AREN'T 18+)
— You and Ganyu sat at the dining table, surrounded by her coworkers, celebrating the anniversary of the company where she worked as a secretary. Pride swelled in your chest; she was diligent, brilliant, and graceful, and though her job sometimes consumed her, you admired her dedication. Yet, a flicker of concern lingered—you both knew how rarely you got to spend time together, and you worried about the toll it took on her health.
— 05. [OCEANUS] BEIDOU X FEM! AFAB READER Warnings : Slight exhibitionism, use of dildo, vaginal penetration, oral, NSFW (DNI IF YOU'RE UNDER 18+)
— You’d just finished a lavish dinner with your family, finally introducing your fiancée, Beidou. Pride radiated from your parents and extended family; they didn’t just accept that you were marrying a woman—they celebrated it. Beidou, wealthy and confident, carried herself with a magnetic charm that drew admiration effortlessly. You couldn’t help but feel a flicker of apprehension for her safety, though. Her fortune was built on risky endeavors, and as much as you trusted her, a part of you always stayed vigilant.
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01. Genshin Impact
ANOTERÓS ! Baal I AUREUS ! Ningguang I OCEANUS ! Beidou I ANCORA ! Beidou I REVENDICAREA ! Ganyu I INQUIETUS ! Ayaka I A NÉVOA ! Rosaria I ALEA ! Yelan I AFFASCINATA ! Yae Miko I PEDONE ! Fatui Harbingers
02. Jujutsu Kaisen
HEDONISTIC ! Mei Mei I INVIDIA ! Maki
03. Misc.
LURIDO ! Quanxi I TERCEIRA ! Mikasa I FANTOMĂ ! Ghost I Step Dad ! Nanami Kento I Hockey Player ! Ellie Williams I Dr. Mel King Drabble
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