No I haven’t seen nightmare alley. Yes I’m a massive simp for Cate B sultry noir psycho psychiatrist femme fatale. Here, have some manipulative sexy times inspired ENTIRELY by screenshots and trailer stills that may get me writing again ahahahahaha.
Summary: You have an appointment with your psychiatrist.
Characters: Dr. Lilith Ritter x fem!reader
Word Count: 1.6k
Warnings: omg smut
It was a dangerous game walking into her office, every single time. Your heels clicked and echoed in the halls until you reached her door. There was an electric tension running through your whole form as you looked at the gold letters that stood out to you.
Dr. Lilith Ritter
You went inside without thinking, expecting her to be seated and waiting for you, but instead the office was empty. It always felt so grand and cold without her in it.
So, you stayed just by the door, watching the clock with a twinge of nerves jittering along your frame.
“Who said you could come in here, darling?” a low, smooth voice said from behind you. You somehow had missed her approach and jumped in surprise. Lilith had the skill to sneak by without detection like a cat, much to your chagrin.
When turning to face her, her face and red lips were set in a cold expression, but her eyes were glittering. This is where the games began.
“You’re late,” you said firmly. “You’re never late.”
Her steely eyes glanced at the clock. Three minutes late. Practically tardy for her usual behaviour.
“I have more things to do than just wait on my nosy patients who come into my office without warning,” she replied, brushing past you and entering the room. Suddenly it was filled up again, like she was the last missing piece to make the whole space stand out. It caught you off guard every time.
“Have a seat,” she gestured to the large cushioned armchair, the leather looking menacingly sleek. You wondered if the marks of your fingernails digging into the material could still be detected now. It had been just a couple days, after all.
You did as she asked, and crossed your ankles with your spine straight and upright. Lilith glanced you with a hint of approval. It made your stomach flutter.
“What brings you back to my office then, hm?” She didn’t sit down in her chair behind her desk. Instead, she leaned against the edge of the desk, just a few inches from you. She was dressed in dark black and grey, every crease and fold of fabric falling into place like it had been meticulously placed that way.
“The medication you gave me hasn’t been working, Doctor,” you said. “Nothing has happened.”
“Well, it’s hardly been a week. You can’t expect every miracle to happen overnight, dear,” she said, leaning to grab a glass with a sliver of scotch left on the bottom. She drank it in one smooth motion before gesturing for you to get up. You did so silently.
“We may have to up the dosage,” she took a step towards you. “Your body may be resisting the medication until then.”
“Yes, Doctor,” you agreed. Lilith smirked, before a cool hand slipped under your blouse and pressed against the small of your back, pulling you into her. You breathed in sharply through your nose. Her hand was icy against your heated skin, and the thick perfume from the pulse point on her neck began to overwhelm you.
You could feel her against you, barely moving. You, on the other hand, were shivering and quaking with need and arousal. Your heart was racing a million miles per hour.
This was the game, and every time, you lost.
The recording of this session would be your favourite yet. Not that Lilith ever shared those with you, but the thought that she would listen back to your conversations when analyzing her sessions made you hot under the collar.
You had to be quiet. Every time in here, you had to be silent as a mouse when she touched you. Nothing suspicious was allowed to come up on those recordings. But Lilith liked to push you until you were close to breaking by having to hide your pleasure. You wondered if there were any tapes she had to destroy already because of your weak sounds and gasps.
“You seem a bit feverish, are you quite well?” Lilith continued, her voice booming by your ear.
“I’m a little warm, but nothing else, Doctor,” you replied with all the ease you could muster.
“Do you mind if I check? If your medication is causing fever or sickness, that could be a bit of a concern for your wellbeing.”
“Not at all.”
A second hand came up to press against your forehead as if checking your temperature. You were sure it was scorching, but not for any sickness-related reasons.
Then it reached down to your neck, the coolness startling your sensitive skin. You let out a small, breathy gasp at the feeling, and her eyes shot up to yours immediately.
“Why don’t you lie down,” she suggested, letting go of your body. “I don’t want you fainting in my office.”
You did as she asked, lying down like you had so many times. She would pull up a chair during your sessions and ask drawled-out questions related to your health, while she pressed against your cunt or made you play with yourself until you couldn’t bear it.
This time, she stayed standing, blonde curls falling loose into her eyes as she looked down at you.
“Take a few deep breaths for me,” she said, but that was impossible because her manicured nails were trailing up your legs.
“Good,” she pretended as if you had done as she asked, and now her fingers were deep under your skirts, pulling at your stockings and clasps to make room for her. They moved quickly and clumsily under the thick fabrics, and you could tell she was losing just as much patience as you.
Then a single finger tapped your clit and your body tensed as rapidly as a pencil snapping in half. Your mouth opened, but no sound came out.
“Why don’t you walk me through what your day has been like so far?”
Then three fingers slid in mercilessly and began curling and pressing against your frontal walls. Your jaw went slack and your eyes glossed over at Lilith’s grinning lips.
“Come now, are you really that forgetful?”
“Sorry, Doctor,” you managed to get out, because now her other hand was gripping your jaw and forcing you to stare at her. Her fingers inside of you were working at a faster pace with every passing second, with no intention of stopping. The way they were angled meant there was no unsavoury sounds from her pulling her hand out, which she barely did anyways. There was nothing to give you a break from her unforgiving presence.
You managed to tell her what you had for breakfast and how you went down to the shops in the morning, but a pathetic whimper from her rough hand holding your jaw made you cease.
“Don’t cry, my dear,” Lilith said, “I’m only here to help.”
“Yes, Doctor,” but it only sounded like another weak mewl.
Then her thumb pressed just by your clit, sending fire through your body and her fingers dug so deep that you didn’t think she would ever get her hand back. Your whole body went rigid. She fucked you through the orgasm, rubbing that sensitive spot inside you that made you quiver with overstimulation.
It was overwhelming every time. You were scrabbling for purchase on the bench below you, and then grabbed her skirt without looking. Your nails dug into her thigh, feeling smooth velvet under your hands as well as muscle and flesh that you wished you could see for yourself.
Lilith was smiling at your face as you tried so hard to keep it together. One day she’d get you to cry and scream on her tapes so she’d have something a little more substantial to listen to on her own time.
“Now wasn’t that helpful to let it out?” she released your jaw and you breathed heavily, not letting go of her.
“Yes, Doctor,” you could only say. Her fingers were still inside, moving slower and slower. Your legs were so tensed you didn't think you’d be able to get up again.
Then suddenly her presence disappeared, leaving you empty. She stepped away so you could get up and swing your legs over the side to stand up.
“Good girl,” she complimented, but not with a sultry tone. It was like she was praising a sweet pet for following a command. You didn't think it differed much.
You got up on your feet and brushed your hair into place. Your cheeks felt rosy and you rubbed them with your fingers to make it seem like you had just overdone it on the rouge.
There was a shaking of a bottle and Lilith held out a small dosage of tiny pills for you to take. You took them and stuffed them in your pocket, knowing you’d only bring them back to her later.
“Thank you again, Doctor,” you said, still feeling wetness between your legs. But that was the beauty of layered skirts, no one would be able to tell. Not on the bus, not on the sidewalk, not in the shops.
“Of course, dear. Take care. I’ll see you next week, the same time.”
And before you could leave the room her arm had wrapped around you and her mouth had hungrily kissed yours. You tasted the remnants of scotch and let her devour you. The waxiness of her lipstick would still be there later despite how much you would wash it off.
Her nails dug into your sides and your body arched back into hers again. Eventually, she wrangled herself away from you and gestured for you to leave through the door. You could barely hold yourself together and gave her one last glance to see her smiling at you with sated eyes.
On the way out, you passed a handsome, tall man with a hat and long brown coat that you had never seen before. You glanced down at the floor as you walked by and hurried away.
You watched from around the corner as he went into Lilith’s office, wondering who he was and hoping he hadn't noticed you were now both wearing the same lipstick.
I just wanted to let you know that I am getting back into writing ❤️ so if you have any requests - just send me an ask.
To be honest, I don’t really care for AHS anymore, but if anyone has a prompt that they’d like to submit I’m absolutely open to it.
Also, my new hyperfixation is Laura Peterson from The Morning Show (paired with Bradley obviously) - so if you have any requests for her I’d appreciate that!
I’ll put all the other characters I’d write for in the tags.
Shout out to Dr Lilith Ritter for planning and executing an elaborate and life-ruining revenge scheme on a man who once embarrassed her slightly. Four for you Lilith, you go Lilith.
