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[bleachxbunny]

ALRIGHT FUCKERS LISTEN UP

Its pride fucking month

So i'm PRIORITIZING

WLW fanfics.

ANY REQUESTS MADE THAT ARE WLW/LESBIAN/OR WHATEVER GAY FUCKERY IS GETTING DONE FIRST. HIT ME UP.

[bleachxbunny]

Request: No

Title: Not us, not ever

Pairing: Billie Eilish x Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

CW/TW: Themes of divorce (detailed)Anxiety Attack (detailed), descriptions of dissociation, billie comforts reader. Verbal reassurance, physical touch for grounding, mirroring parallels.

Summary: When witnessing a couple fighting reader has a anxiety filled flashback on and Billie comforts her beloved

Thank god for your girlfriend.

She knew you enough to know when something was wrong. And she gave a fuck.

Not that tonight was discreet. You went from wide eyed and bushy-tailed bouncing with energy to a nervous wreck barely hearing a word she said. Your whole body coiled up with tension and stiffened like a visceral response you’d had a billion times before. Your heart was too aware of the sounds which mingled in the background for everyone else. You tried nodding, you even smiled at Billie not wanting her to think you you were not paying attention to her when you were. You were trying so hard to let her words in but your brain seemed to be preparing itself to kill a lion. Your muscles felt loaded and ready to release a huge burst of energy. You could easily run a thousand miles right now. Or maybe actually kill a lion.

“Y/N? Baby? Look at me”

She tried to gently coax you into a response, however small but your ears felt… it felt like your ears werhe underwater. You could see her talk , her lips moving. But you couldn’t understand the words. When you were a kid you used to play a game, diving under the water or the pool and trying to guess what your friend outside was saying. And right now, you were doing the same, brute forcing your mind to pick up on any phonetic cues that could hint at whatever it was Billie could be saying.

The source of all this? A couple some tables down from you both, who had gotten into an argument. At first it didn’t seem like a big deal. But as the girl’s voice began to echo louder with the guy repeating himself, the side of his hand slamming into the table to drive a point home, it began to feel hard to breathe. As the guy began to shout the girl stood up, grabbing at his arm trying to get to stop him from leaving. He wasn’t listening. And she made sure to say he wasn’t listening. He paused and they talked for a moment. Before he began to get frustrated at her insistence and was soon screaming as he tried to storm out.

Your stomach dropped, you felt nauseous. Nononono. No. No.

You lips trembled, you wanted to say something, anything.

But it wasn’t your business was it? It wasn’t your business back then when it was mom and dad going at each others throats tearing each others to bits. Wasn’t your business when your adult mom threw herself at your arm shit talking dad for leaving. Wasn’t your business when dad up and left and you only began to get to see him in predetermined dates agreed upon with a lawyer. Wasn’t your business with this young couple. They weren’t married as far as you knew but the exact pattern was all so familiar, painfully so. The way she was too scared to let him go. The way he felt claustrophobic with her incessant demands and expectations. You wouldn’t be surprised if he had cheated because some other girl let him breathe and thought he was funny for the things his girlfriend called him immature and selfish.

“No please.. not again” was all you managed to stammer out, your voice small and cracking. Breathe in and out. Your heart was beating hard harder.. harder. Fast. Fast. Faster. Faster. Every inhale felt like fire on your chest and not enough as you gasped, your diaphragm trembling like a choked up child. You were exactly the same now as you had been all those years again. The words of the couple and the fight of your parents seemed to merge into one nightmarish hellscape. You couldn’t function..

Your girlfriend luckily could tell trying to talk it out wouldn’t solve it. Not yet at least. She paid the bill, finished her mock tail and took your hand pulling you out of the restaurant once you were away from the couple she hugged you tightly. Her arms wrapped around you like a blanket covering your trembling form. Her doughy curves felt soft under your grip like hugging your favorite teddy while blaring your favorite bands in an excruciatingly loud volume on your headphones to drown out any sounds of reality. The reality that you so feared. Everyone falls out of love eventually.

“Why? Why is it always like this…”

“Hey hey hey.. nonono. No. Not us.” Billie retorted rapidly, her hand caressing your knuckles. She didn’t let go of the hug, your body was trembling but each shake was smaller than the previous. “Not us”.

“Billie I don’t want to stop loving you… I love you. But everyone falls o-“

your words were cut off by the pressing of her lips against yours. It wasn’t a bruising kiss. It was gentle like a rose petal grazing your skin slowly… it forced you to stop fueling the anxious thoughts and focus on reciprocating the kiss a small task you had done so many times by now was muscle memory… she then broke the kiss, and her fingers ran along your jaw.

“Get it in through your skull baby. Not us. We will not fall out of love. Not now. Not ever. Not us. Not ever. Okay. Say it with me.”

“We will n-not…”

“Not us, not ever.” She repeated…. Her blue eyes met yours and she leaned forward pressing her forehead on yours.

“Not us…” you whispered against her lips… “not ever…”

“Never.”

“Never..,” you whispered again, a watery smile on your lips… she hugged you again, tighter. Your chest was racing less. She only let go when she sat you both down on a bench of a plaza holding your hand and she bought a packet with crumbs and you both began to feed the birds… not everything needs to be said out loud. And right now this simple action mirroring an old couple both white haired on the other side of the plaza was enough for you to know it would be fine and she would keep her promise…

[bleachxbunny]

can you do a fic involving reneé and finger-sucking plus tit play? any position is okay! also, gn!reader or fem!reader please? :)

Request: Yes Title: Or nah Pairing: Reneé Rapp X Reader Genre: Smut, drabble CW/TW: Breastplay, overstimulation, lactation kink, finger sucking, sub!reader, dom!reneé, Thigh riding. Summary: On a lazy saturday afternoon things get steamy in the car... and reneé surprises reader a bit.

"Mommy-" You whined, still moving your hips at an erratic pace. You couldn't help it, not with the way that the denim of you 'boyfriend''s jeans rubbed so deliciously against the heat between your legs, making wetness pool on your undergarments. "God- you're so good for me baby..." She caressed your hair, tucking a few lose strands away from your face so the sweat wouldn't make them stick to your complexion. ''S-sensi- You gasped, unable to stop yourself from doing little bounces on her thigh, up, and down again, to get more friction, as merely rocking back and forth didn't seem to quite be cutting it Nomo. "Sssh- easy.. easy baby" She decided to do something to help distract you from being so overstimulated In a quick motion, she gripped the back of her shirt and pulled it off her, exposing her breasts. It would appear she had been braless underneath it all this time which just made you hornier.. Gently she guided your face down to her titties, allwoing you to touch, massaging them... you rubbed her nipples between your fingers, feeling them harden, and licked at them... Was it just you or were her breasts bigger lately? Not that they were ever small to begin with. You eventually leaned in, taking a nipple onto your mouth, latching onto it, sucking. Your tongue glazed over it a few times as you continued forming an inner pressure in your mouth, sucking all around the whole areola rather than just the nipple.. You couldn't help but to lightly gasp when suddenly something flooded your mouth making your actions halt.

"I-is that-" you gasped, when you sucked , eyes closed as you felt the warm fluid filling your mouth, it felt thick, creamy almost, but also, somewhat sweet... you peeked your tongue out from your lips noticing the whiteness coating it and you just knew what had happened. "Yeah... small side effect from my birth control... you know you can spit if you want right..?" You licked your lips, and to her surprise, you threw your head back swallowing before opening your mouth wide to reveal you'd guzzled down every last drop of her breastmilk...

"Did you just-" Reneé gasped, and when she saw your empty mouth she bit her bottom lip... Her thumb rushed to your bottom lip, caressing it, before she took her thumb and slid it into yout mouth, pressing the pad of her finger onto your tongue which prompted you to wrap your lips around her digit, sucking on it hungrily and bobbing your head along its length, leaving it coated in drool when you finally withdrew your mouth... "Buckle your seatbelt" She ordered, leaving you confused. "What- why?" "wE'RE GOING HOME. I need to get you home so i can fuck you.'' She said, shoving her shirt back on backwards. You knew from her tone she would be racing. the need in her voice was too obvious and in a way you thanked god, because you were just as needy and you had not finished... so at least you were both on the same page. and you were in for a wild ride once you got home.

[bleachxbunny]

Request: no

Title: Nap Partners

Pairing: Gracie Abrams x Reader

Genre: Drabble, Fluff, Comfort fic

Tw/cw: implied burnout, exhaustion.

Summary: between recordings of GA3 a really exhausted Gracie gets very clingy towards her partner.

You could have sworn you’d just seen an Angel. The way her hair was sprawled all across the pillow, face burrowed against the pillowed, hip slightly elevated aint her leg perched atop a body pillow.She was slightly snoring, pieces of compositions unfinished laying scattered all across the bed next to her, a pen still half clutched between her fingertips. She looked like she had been working really hard for this album, and she had.

Heaven knows Gracie was the type to get in these extreme focus states, forgetting to eat, to go to the. With room. She would then later conk out. A scene you’d seen one too many times, her big brown eyes becoming watery and the way she could cling to you, suddenly struggling to maintain her focus, soft spoken, needing you to ground her before her mind drifted off to dreamland. She had. Slight pout as she slept. You thought about waking her truly, you did, it was time to eat, tu she was sound asleep, looking like she needed the rest. Her little sleepy sounds made your heart flutter behind your rib cage like it suddenly remembered this was her. Your girlfriend. The woman you loved. This sleepy being was yours.

You crouched down next tot he bed caressing her hair and planted a kiss to her forehead, she felt warm, soft… like a piece of sunshine you got to keep. She let out a small groan, fingers coiling around your waist as she pulled you in to the bed prompting a small yip to leave you. You didn’t protest as she landed you flush against her chest, barely opening a sliver of her eyelid whites peeking through, so she could meet your gaze.

“Not yet…. I want to sleep” she mumbled, voice hoarse, dragged out of her with great effort.

“You slept for hours already” Your words came out with no judgement, just s observation, tender and followed by a multitude of kisses across her face like peppering affection against her.

“Nnngh,,, just a lil more. I want my cuddle Buddy”

“Cuddle Buddy? Is that what I am now?” You laughed raking fingers along her hair carefully, nail grazing her scalp in a rhythmic manner that was meant to relax her, help her regain the energy she poured into her music for the people all over the world.

“Hmph… nap partner. Cuddle Buddy. My little rain cloud”

“Rain cloud?” Your laugh came out louder this time, unprompted, a immediate gut reaction to her half asleep nonsense. “God you’re lucky you’re cute, Abrams.”

“Tired…” she murmured, nuzzling the curve of your neck, that tender spot where the shoulder and the neck met, her nose grazing the tendons, planting gentle puckered-lip kisses against you in reciprocation of your affection.

“I know…” You glanced at the clock on the wall… there was t8me. It was half cold, autumn air chilly and crisp. It was a good weather for cuddles. And you never would say no to holding her anyways, so… “fine. We can nap, I guess. Imma set a timer…”

To surprise she smacked the phone off your hand. You laughed, historically, startled.

“What the hell, G?”

“eep.” She demanded, arms to spoon you.

“okay okay okay. Geez you’re grumpy.” You laid in front of her, she wrapped arms around you possessively and familiar, her scent enveloping you in a way you’d grown used to, that made the world boil down to just you two between these four walls, weenie asleep by the foot of the bed, and the distant click-clack of the clocks arms moving….

Maybe you didn’t need to set an alarm.

No one needed to know anything just you and her.

And hours in each others arms.

As your eyes grew heavier you leaned into her, before fully surrendering to sleep. As for Gracie she’d crashed almost immediately after you began to spoon her. Weenie jumped up to the bed, laying at the feet of both you and Gracie, wanting to be included.

This was good enough. This was heaven.

[bleachxbunny]

billie eilish x digital artist reader

reader was up all night drawing, fell asleep at their work bench (like arm on the table, head on arm and apple pencil in hand💀). billie finds them and takes care of reader, making sure they eat/sleep etc

comfort/fluff

Anon; 👻 hiiiiiii‼️‼️

Request: yes Title: masterpiece Pairing: Billie Eilish X Reader Genre: comfort, fluff, drabble CW/TW: Reader overexerting themselves, billie being protective, caretaker!billie Summary: after finding reader asleep mid-drawing Billie she takes it upon herself to care for reader

Okay, she had to admit it. You looked adorable like that, sound asleep. But she would be lying if she had said the fact you even fell asleep while holding your digitar art equipment was concerning. She could see the doodle on the screen, half complete, it definitely still needed some details, shadows, background, stuff like that. In her books you were one of the most talented people in the world. There was a bit of drool on the surface of the tablet as your face rested against the digital canvas.

"God, you're a mess..." She said and began to rub your scalp gently, running her nails along it making you stir lightly in your sleep. You opened your eyes, still droopy from sleep and she chuckled softly. "Let's get you to bed, maybe? i think it might be better than the table" She said pointing to you. You spotted your own saliva that had formed a small pool under your cheek. You sat up, wiping your face in awkward embarrassment. You then shuffled towards her and reached your arms as if asking for cuddles lazily.

She took you in her arms, your legs wrapping around her waist as she carried you towards the bed.. "When did you last eat something?" You thought it through to answer her question, and you sighed, before raising the number 6. Six hours. That wasn't terrible but it was twice as many hours as is appropriate. She knew you tended to get hyperfocused from time to time and forget to take care of your most basic needs. She also knew better than to stuff you full of food now and leave you with an upset stomach, so she went downstairs making a quick sandwich using whole-grain bread and a bit of PB&J. She served you a glass of lukewarm milk, knowing you weren't vegan like she was, and she smiled as she got back to the room, helping you eat. Once she ensured every last bite was down, she asked you how your tummy felt, in case you felt nausea. Once you signaled you were fine. she helped you out of your clothes and onto some comfy PJs. You'd already showered prior to your little table nap, so this was okay. She smiled kissing your forehead and made sure you drank some water before gyiding you gently to rest your face between her breasts. "Get some rest baby... mama's gotchu..." You didn't need to be told twice. As long as you had her you knew you were safe.

[bleachxbunny]

boot-riding and just being mean with renee rapp? her being a top would be perfect too if possible <3

Request: yes Title: Pity Fuck Pairing: Reneé Rapp X Reader Genre: Smut CW/TW: Dom!reneé, sub!reader, masochistic reader, degradation kink, boot riding, reader gets slapped across the face, Summary: Reader is ovulating and reneé decides to relief them, but only on her terms.

You always hated the way it felt to be ovulating. For a solid week all you could think of was sex. It wasn't even liek you meant to. Your whole body pleaded for it, to a point where you could honestly look borderline addicted to it. Your drive went up tenfold of what it was, and let's be honest it's not like you were a prude during the rest of the month either. But right now, you were a sorry mess. In the car with your girlfriend while the chauffer drove you both home. you'd begged her for so much, promising all kinds of things for a sliver of a chance like you were a damn politician. ''God, you're pathetic." She spat out, the words coming across harshly. But it was all agreed upon. She'd never cross the line of what you could handle. "can't even keep your trap shut for five damn minutes? are you seriously that much of a whore?" You whined, trying to straddle her thigh to get some relief by grinding down, only to have her remove you forcefully from her lap and slap your face. "Ah ah ah-ah. i never said you could touch me. Fucking dumb slut... you're so desperate your brain stopped working?" Reneé growled and your thighs squeezed shut, using your own bod to form a bit of friction to relief yourself but it was far from enough... "I- i've- i've been good... please... mommy" you whimpered, through teary eyes as a bodily response to having your face struck so abruptly. "God- mommy needs a break." She rolled her eyes at your needy whines, you were so persistent, and she found it amusing but she also knew that sometimes you needed her to be rough and manhandle you like you were nothing to her. ''I b-behaved- mommy- i.. i d-deserve a r-reward?" You tried pleading, trying to change tactics from demanding to bargaining. She suddenly shoved you from the backseat to the car floor in front of her, your knees hitting the carpet hard enough you knew you'd get friction burns but right about now you could not care less about it. "Lick my boot." She commanded, er tone leaving no space for discussions. It wasn't a request and you knew it. This was particularly humiliating.. but god... if it was what you needed to do for her to let you get some relief you would do it in a heartbeat You held her feet, raising her boot up to your face, and kissed the leather before starting to lick it clean... Your free hand went to your pussy rubbing your clit. Reneé took notice of it and pushed you against the back of the front seat immobilizing you and stunning you a bit. When you understood why she did it you stopped touching yourself with a sound of protest and went back to running your tongue along the authentic leather of her platform boots. Once she was satisfied she lowered her boots down to between your legs rubbing them against your pussy taking advantage of your mini-skirt. "You were so damn desperate, where did all that bravado go huh? You're so ridiculous, i honestly feel sorry for you." You whimpered, rolling your hips against her boot. "I'm gonna let you ride my boots. But just because really, you're a trainwreck. It's your pity fuck, and that's as best as you're getting from me until we get home. Am i being clear, pet?" You nodded, and began to thrust your hips, sliding and grinding down on the tip of her boot, finding the friction of the leather on your dripping wet cunt to be a much needed relief.

Your spit that had cleaned the boot served as further lubrication, and after a bit you were really bouncing up and down on the boot, seeking as much friction as you could get. "I'm- i'm gonna- c-can i-" You whined, only for her to force your chin down making your mouth open wide. Before you could finish your sentence a huge glob of spit landed on the back of your throat silencing you as you swallowed it. You didn't need to think. She nodded and pressed her boot a bit more against you helping you through the motions until your pleasure bubble burst making you bite your own hand to cover your moans. At this point you were sure that the chauffer was getting paid extra to deal with this kind of nonsense and not tell anyone. "That's my pretty little slut. You looked so rpetty fucked out like that, on your knees like the filthy little bitch you are. Now can you finally shut up? We're almost home." Reneé stated and raised one eyebrow, holding your chin to force you to glance at her. You swallowed dryly and sighed, nodding and then resting your head on her thighs until you both got home... Safe to say... the rest of the night was similar. And you sure as all hell were not about to complain.

[bleachxbunny]

Request: yes [billie eilish x gn!reader where reader surprises billie on tour during opening night after making (fake) excuses that they couldnt be there? billie actually felt upset that reader couldnt be there but immediately lights up when she sees them bsckstage before she got on stage? 🫶 thank youuu] Title: Promise me? Pairing: Billie Eilish X Reader Genre: Drabble, Fluff CW/TW: Reader 'pranking' billie and billie being a bit mad Summary: After finally gettng a day off from work, you decide to surprise your girl at her concert.

You had been working so hard lately, every day, form nine to five, day in, day out, and it all was starting to eat you up. Seeing your girlfriend become nominated for grammy's, seeing her become the most heard artist and not being able to be there physically to congratulate her, envelop her in your arms and tell her how proud you were of her.

But you were. So fucking proud.. So much so you schemed a whole shenanigan to convince your boss you needed a whole week of leave.

But to trick him, you needed to be convincing. Dude was a hardass. He couldn't suspect you were only doing this to go to your girlfriend's performance in her latest tour.

PROUD PARTNER OF THE WORLD'S MOST FAMOUS SINGER. <3 I LOVE YOU

You began to show up to work subtly late each day, with a more pale face, looking tired, coughing, groaning, you even faked vomiting at one point. He was growing increasingly uncomfortable, and eventually dismissed you.

Billie had spent most of the wek trying to aks you to come to her concert in atlanta. You had not answered her texts always saying you were too busy, too tired, in too much pain. She didn't argue but you could almost envision those ocean eyes growing sadder.

That was, until the night of the concert. The concert had already started when you managed to come artound, you had to bribe security and explain who you were for them to let you in. You rushed through the crowd, having to elbow a few people away so you could reach the front of the stage and lift a sign.

When she saw the sign she raised one eyebrow, and walked to the edge of the stage. When you lowered the sign and she spotted you she rolled her eyes, playing unamused by your stunt. But she jumped off stage, walking over to you and hugged you.

"You said you couldn't..." She said calmly.

"I lied... but for a good reason... i had to trick my boss."

"Had to trick me too?"

"It was collateral damage, i promise, i won't lie to you again, babe."

"Promise me?"

"yeah. I love you, Bils... I love you more than anything, and i'm so proud of you.." You purred, hugging her, which made the audience audibly 'aww'. She shook her head, stealing a kiss from you while holding your chin and then jumped back to stage, singing birds of a feather while looking at you with starry eyes. God. You were so in love, and you knew this was only the start..

[bleachxbunny]

Request: no Title: Anything for you Pairing: Taylor Swift X Reader Genre: Smut, Darkfic CW/TW: DemonQueen!Taylor, Mortal!reader, Celebrity!reader, Mentions of a demonic pact, mind control, worship!kink, praise (taylor receiving), degradation (reader receiving), reader gets slapped on the face, finger (reader receiving), overstimulation, dubcon, breath!play, Summary: Reader has a pact with a powerful demon for their fame, and the price is... always quite interesting

There were many perks to dating a demon...

No one ever knew her real face. Just you. The way her eyes darkened with lust. The way your life was wrapped around her finger for a deal you made long long ago when you were a teenager still. It had not come to fruition until you were eighteen. You asked for wealth. For everyone to know your name.

You got it all. People were almost killing each other for a chance to meet you. You were the talk of every gossip site every tabloid, people were obsessed with your music, like they couldn't physically not listen to you. And no one knew the reason behind your apparently fool-proof success.

It didn't matter what you sang. How your videos were. What crazy declaration you made. How many times you decided to rebrand yourself, switch genres, change stage name, change social media, go offline, disappear, come back, the second you got any music out people ate off the palm of your hands. You were the ruler of the world. No one could beat you.

Your numbers spoke for themselves. The way everyone cried about you, screamed, you were on everyone's tongues, bedroom walls, camera rolls... People even speculated, a lot of lunatics saying you had a deal with the devil. At first you dismissed them, always denying but eventually you began to play into it, agreeing, which made people start to question themselves. Maybe they were overreacting?

I know. Gaslighting the masses into thinking they were insane, when you were openly admitting for real to the exact thing they were accusing you of seemed dark. But you stopped caring a long time ago, five platinum albuns on multiple countries ago to be honest. If it had been when you just started, you'd deny it until you were out of air in your lungs. But now? You were too far above that, too untouchable for any of their critiques to matter.

You were almost... God.

But once you got home...? The story was completely different.

You had a lot of paying to do. Your soul was... one small part of the price you chose to pay for the rest of your mortal life for your dreams to come true.

"My queen...?" You asked, tentatively as you came into the big house on the hill, the skies outside dark, only brightening when you saw lightning strike. You soon spotted her, sat in her big ebony chair, her long slender legs crossed over one another as she eyed you up and down like prey You sighed, dropping to your knees, as you always did in front of her. At first it was what she commanded you to do, a subtle reminder that you would always be underneath her.

But now, after so many years of this dynamic, it felt like second nature. Snakes slithered all over the marble floor, many of which venomous, you could hear the screams of men in cells locked away begging for release. Her fingers tapped slowly and rhythmically on the arm of the chair as she watched you, her red lips slightly puckered as she tried to decide what would be your fate for the night.

''My puppet. You seem tired." Her words weren't a question. there was an undeniable coldness to her tone, one which you used to be scared of but it was also one of the sole reasons responsible for how insanely aroused you were for her. A few well placed pauses in her speech, the way her bifid tongue would slip past her lips leaving them to glisten was always enough to leave your clothes feeling like torture, and she knew.

Your head lulled from exhaustion, and she clicked her tongue mockingly before gesturing you to approach her. You knew better than to hesitate for a single second, she wasn't asking, it was an order. Her ringed fingers traced your hair slicking it back away from your weary face.

"You put too much effort into it again, didn't you."

"My queen, i-" You started but her hand covered your mouth and nose making you be unable to speak or breathe for a bit. She kept it up till you were a bit dizzy, and then when you were a bit more clouded in mind she withdrew her hand making a needy whine escape you.

"You don't have to work for a thing from them. only from me. Do i make myself clear?"

You were still reeling from the sudden rush of oxygen to your deprived mind. She knew every way to make your mind go blank, and she had not even used her powers yet. A snake trailed up your leg, and you could see the way Taylor's fingers were moving she was using her powers to control the animal. Intimidating you...

"If i tell you to stay still...?" She asked.

"i... s-st.. stay still." You said feeling the scaled against your skin you knew better than to move a single inch, your muscles twitched lightly as one of your lady's many pets made its way up your body, over your bare midriff...

"If i tell you to strip?" She added to her previous question. you almost cursed yourself for having picked such a revealing outfit for tonight's performance.

"i... strip.." Your words were breathy, laced with undeniable need. Everything about this was painful to you, the cold floor 'neath your bare soles, the scales of the reptilian crawling over you, Taylor's voice... you were surrounded by coldness and it was making your cells be brought to a level of heat that felt perilous. You couldn't think when everything felt so hot.

"Then do."

Her words were plain as day, leaving no margin for interpretation or doubt, You began to pluck away piece by piece of your clothes, exposing more and more of your skin, revealing goosebumps the fabrics hd kept hidden away from her prying eyes. The blue in them slowly began to turn into something darker, until all there was to them was a deep darkness which made you whimper.

The snake crawled from your arm to Taylor's as the demoness reached her arm to touch the pet. You moaned- stammering at the loss of contact, you needed something, anything at this point...

''You are so pathetic, thinking you're the one calling shots here."

"My queen, no- y-you are the one who controls everything"

"Damn right I do. I control everything. The snakes. The lust. Their thoughts. Your career. Your life. You."

You froze as you felt her nails rubbing against your abdomen... they were sharp and left red trails against your skin which burned. You rolled your hips trying to hint to her you desired her only for your face to be hit with a sharp slap.

''M-my- my lady?" You asked with a watery voice which made her scoff.

"how fucking ridiculous can you be. Crying? Because i won't please you? Is this what you've come down to? God you're weak."

"You're perfect- you'- you're everything. I'm nothing-"

"Say it again..."

You sighed, looking at her eyes, as much as it was tempting to let your gaze fall to her linear figure and the way her red dress hugged every last inch of her curves, you forced yourself to leave your eyes up there, respectfully.

"I'm nothing. You're everything. You're the queen and i'm a puppet."

Another slap hit your face and you let out a surprised yelp, but didn't pull away from the sudden impact.

"I didn't tell you to stop, doll... You do that when i say."

"i'm your plaything. I'm.. Without you i'd be a nobody. i.. am a nobody. I am... an object, you're the life i have."

"keep it up..." She coaxed you, her fingers lowering perilously further south, until they met your nub, which she began to rub in a slow tantalizing way, as you continued to praise her and remind yourself time and again of how she was the only reason you were as big as you were. It was about her, not you.

Your wetness kept increasing, coating her fingers as she continued to expertly stimulate the bundle of nerves making your body quake and tremble, eyes foggy and unable to focus on anything as your mind was now fully in autopilot. You began to ride her hand, and for once she allowed you so long as you continued to worship her for the 'favors' she's done for you.

I guess even demons want some gratitude from time to time.

"I need you- For everything- if i don't- you are the one in control, i'm- i need you. i can't do it without you because i'm just-"

"You're a stupid piece of beautiful mortality and dreams. It's I who knows better and knows how to get you there. in every sense." She said, and her words sounded very ambiguous, maybe a double entendre, or maybe the fact you weren't sure if that was meant as praise, an insult or even an attempt at comfort. you were too overstimulated as your second orgasm washed over you and her fingers slid inside your slit, pumping in and out of you in a steady pace for you to care.

"t-too- TOO MUCH- FUCK NO- FUCK. shit. Master-" You started to cuss, unable to keep the words from leaving your lips. It was like she knew you were a filthy little dirtbag once you got fucked properly. You dropped all your righteous acts and showed her your true colors. You were a gorgeous mess, sexual, bold, eager, everything she as a succubus could ever dream of finding in a mortal... And you were hers.

Her nails were sharp but she was so graceful in her motions, using only the padded bit of her fingers to rub the coarse bit of your wall just above your pelvic floors, a few inches in from your entrance, she hit it so smoothly you began to drool all over yourself, shamelessly, your spit falling over your nipples which prompted her to use her other hand to tug gently at your nipples and twist them.

It hurt. but even that pain was good. It only seemed to add to the pleasure you felt, your brain too drunk on the oxytocin and endorphins to be able to separate what was pain and what was pleasurable. No. It all felt like just more. Once she felt your walls tightening around her, swallowing her fingers and pulling them deeper inside you she smirked because that was also the time where you released a huge amount of viscous clear fluid, scentless, covering her hand and bit of her forearm, leaving the floors a mess as well. She snapped her fingers, dressing you up and with a few more motions of her ringed fingers every last remnant of the memory of the intimacy you just experienced was gone.

as you came back to it all you felt was tired, blissed out, and knew it had something to do with her. But what precisely you weren't sure. You rested your head on her thigh, asking for permission to drift to sleep as your body collapsed from the aftermath of the multitude of orgasms you had unknowingly experienced just moments prior. She nodded and as you knelt she played with your hands allowing you to fall asleep. Her only response to your requests to spend time in her arms was a short and sweet whisper.

'Anything for you, puppet."