Vincent

-22- -he/him-

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Intro/about me:

Name: Vincent

Pronouns: he/him

Age: 21

Interests:

Interview with the vampire (AMC)

IT (2017)

Baldurs Gate 3

Attack on Titan

DNI

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got a little blurb on the brain and it needs out so here you go

cw: eruri, fluff and comfort

levi whos just so done with everything after a long day. wants nothing more than to just curl up in his chair and sleep for five days straight, with no one disturbing him ever again - but he knows he can't have that, so he goes to get the closest thing he can.

knocks quietly on erwins door, so late at night that no one could possibly see him sneaking there in the dark halls. there's a quiet hum from inside, erwins a light sleeper and he'd recognise those quiet steps outside his door anywhere. lifts his head a little when the door creaks open, merely lifts his blanket off his bare torso as a quiet invitation. the door closes silently behind levi, boots left neatly next to the door, slipping in next to the big frame on the mattress that's too small for even one of them.

erwin turns onto his back to let levi take his rightful place, letting him bury his face in the crook of his neck, muscular arms wrapping around his smaller body. calloused fingers sliding underneath the thin fabric of the white button up and running along the spine carefully as if it might break if he put too much pressure on it. "relax." the command is quiet but firm, enough to make the man listen to it. tension slowly leaving the body, making levi melt down into the scarred up body beneath him. "there you go. you're okay now."

its the first night in weeks where levi actually gets some decent sleep.

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UGHHHH

[that-of-the-devil]

Unfinished business

Levi Ackerman x reader smut

Overview: reader can’t finish themselves off on time before having to get to work and a certain captain helps them out

Warnings/contains: dom top Levi, degrading, fingering and the tiniest bit of oral

Reader: gender neutral afab

The day was dragging, you’d woken up ridiculously early with a small problem and thought best to take care of it there and then. Only you hadn’t been able to finish before it was time to actually get up and complete your tasks for the day. Of course, it happened to be one of the busiest days of the week where you were merely given one task after another, only given small breaks where you only had time to eat or grab a drink. When you finally sat down for dinner, you thought you’d be free after that; just get the food down and go back to your room.

“I need you in my office in ten.” The Captains voice interrupted your train of thought, making your stomach drop. Of course it was him, the very cause of the problem you had this morning.

You swallowed and looked up at him from your seat, the disappointment evident on your face. You wanted to complain, protest, tell him you needed to get an early night, anything.

“Yes, Sir.”

Of course you didn’t, you gave him an obedient nod, which would’ve sufficed if it weren’t for the frustrated sigh that accidentally slipped out.

“Something wrong, soldier?” He cocked his head, raising his eyebrows at the small disobedience.

Shit.

“No, just a..long day, sir.” You shook your head and gave him an apologetic look.

“Right. We’ll try and get this done quick so you can rest.” He replied shortly before walking off, leaving you without a chance to speak again.

-

You tapped at the door, waiting with clenched fists for his permission to slip into the room. Your stomach was twisting with nerves and arousal, the mere proximity with Levi being enough to set you off.

“You’re late.” His voice came through the wooden door, the closest thing to a ‘come in’ that you would receive.

You shut the door behind you and offered him a flustered, apologetic look once more.

“Sorry Sir.” You huffed, frustration evident in your tone once more.

“…it’s fine.” He glanced up at you, peering at you through his eyelashes to stare you down, immediately knocking down the annoyance in your voice.

“…sorry.” You mumbled once more, cheeks burning with embarrassment that he had caught your attitude again.

“What’s gotten into you tonight?” He remarked, gesturing for you to sit opposite him at the desk.

You took a seat and hung your head, heat coursing through your body as you stumbled to think of what to say to him.

“..It’s nothing. Just..” You waved your hand dismissively. “..just unfinished business.”

Idiot.

“..What can I help you with?” You looked at him with a nervous but willing look, just wanting whatever this was to be over with before he inspected you any further.

“..right.” He said sternly, eyeing you up and down. “Got a shit ton of paperwork to do, and you’re the lucky one that gets to help me with it.”

Great, that meant you’d be here all evening, sifting through different incident reports or fact checking the orders. You suppressed a disappointed sigh and merely nodded to him, biting your lip to try and conceal a frown that threatened to grow.

“Yeah, I know.” He hummed and slid a stack of papers across to you.

The shared frustration at the situation was enough to make your stomach stir, his comment being as close to a joke as you could possibly get from him. You gave him another nod and took the papers, immediately moving to start picking through them. There was a slight shake to your fingertips, giving away your nerves that seemed to bubble up every time you were near the Captain. He took note of the movement but didn’t comment on it, letting the room fall back into silence, broken only by the sound of papers shifting and pens scribbling.

If it had been anyone else, the evening would most likely be filled with small talk, but of course, Levi wasn’t one for chit chat. He wanted the job done, and quickly, and for once you shared that feeling.

A while had passed and your focus was slipping again, you let out a small tired sigh and looked up at Levi. You took the moment to shamelessly eye him over, focusing in on the way his brows furrowed as he read through the document in his hands. That of course lead to you eyeing over each finger, your head already filling with ways he could use them on you. Heat rushed to your face, just in time for him to look up and give you a stern yet confused expression.

“Is there a problem?” He murmured, his own fatigue from the day evident in his heavy tone.

His eyes wandered, any confusion leaving his face when his gaze landed on your thighs, immediately noticing the way you were squeezing them together.

“..no, sir.” You exhaled, shaking your head as you looked back down at the work in your hands.

“Get back to work, I don’t feel like doing this all night.” He grumbled, shifting in his seat.

You let out an obedient sound as you continued reading, barely able to focus on the words with how your head was spinning. You forced yourself to focus, furrowing your eyebrows as you scanned through the text, picking up a pen as you noticed a few mistakes. The heat slowly dissipated as you put the paper down, your focus returning to the words as you leaned forwards to write a few notes across the page. Then, of course, you wrote the wrong word in the wrong place, making you tut and place the pen down in annoyance.

“What?” Levi’s eyes were on you again, already harsh despite being unaware of your mistake.

“Do you have another copy of this?” You asked in a defeated tone. “..just wrote in the wrong section.”

“Let me have a look.” He huffed.

You went to grab the paper, already moving to pass it over to him, freezing when he stood up from his chair. Your expression furrowed with confusion as he moved around the desk, heart rate picking up again at the close proximity. He placed one hand flat on the desk and leaned over your shoulder, trapping you in his space as he briefly scanned over the document.

“Tch. You had one job.” He said shortly, but if you listened closely enough, you could hear a hint of playfulness in his tone.

You kept your head down, too nervous to look up and face him properly.

“Mm..I’m sorry, Sir.” You muttered. “It won’t happen again.”

He let out a short, amused scoff and tilted his head, eyes piercing into you.

“Of course we have spares.” He hummed in that same tone, watching as your shoulders lost some of the tension they were carrying.

“…right, I’ll redo it.” You nodded, finally looking up as you spoke.

Your breath caught in your throat as you met his eyes, stomach turning with arousal when you fully realised how close he was. His gaze wandered over you, taking in every minor detail of your reaction to him, a ghost of a smile playing over his lips.

“Sure there’s nothing bothering you, soldier?” He looked at you expectantly.

He knew, of course he knew. He didn’t check in directly like that, the question was to provoke you, unravel you and dig around to see if you’d really confess. You hesitated, thoughts stumbling over each other to try and find the right words.

“..unfinished business, huh?” He chimed in again. “What was it that’s gotten you so distracted?”

An involuntary shaky breath passed through your lips, making him raise his eyebrows further, your reactions merely confirming his suspicions.

“..nothing, I’ll..I can get this done.” You rambled, glancing at the paperwork in front of you.

“Can you? We haven’t even been working an hour and you’ve already messed up. I think it’d be best for both of us if you dealt with whatever’s bothering you.” Levi continued, inching closer to give you a scrutinising look.

You breathed heavily and nodded, absentmindedly agreeing with him.

“Or do you need me to do it for you?”

You tensed up, your stomach tight with excitement and arousal, the ache between your legs suddenly seeming far more urgent.

“…sir?” You exhaled, blinking at him with a dazed expression. You played confused, wanting him to really confirm what he was suggesting.

“You heard me.” He hummed shortly then tilted his head, furrowing his eyebrows. “..or we can go back to work..you know what that means, don’t you?”

You shook your head, both a protest and an answer.

“It means you’ll spend the next few hours itching to get back to your room, where you’ll spend another evening pretending it’s my hands in place of yours. Isn’t that right?”

Heat rushed to your face and you parted your lips in surprise, wanting to play it off and protest; if only your reaction hadn’t already given him the answer.

“I asked you a question.”

“Yes, sir.” Your answer was quick this time, short and obedient.

“Yes what?”

“Yes..that’s right.” You sighed, cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“That’s what I thought.” He remarked. “Are you going to ask for my help or are we going back to pretending, soldier?”

Your chest heaved, your head spinning as you blinked at him, needy and speechless.

“…please.” You barely managed to sigh the word, your gaze fleeting.

Levi hummed with amusement and brought his hand to your chin, lightly tilting your head to force you to look at him properly.

“I know you can do better.”

“Please?” You furrowed your eyebrows, putting on a needy expression. “Please, I need this.”

“How badly?”

His words made something flip in your head, making you ridiculously desperate, as if the entire day of waiting came crashing down to you in a split second.

“Fuck…so badly..” You whined. “I’ve been waiting all day..”

He scoffed.

“Unfinished business…Couldn’t finish yourself off in time?” He tutted teasingly.

You let out a whiny sigh and shook your head, admitting defeat.

“..no sir..” You huffed.

“Stand up.” He ordered, finally stepping out of your space.

You did as he asked, feeling weak at the knees as you straightened up.

“On the desk.” Levi only gave you a moment to move before he was pressing you against the furniture.

You gasped and gripped the edge of the desk, watching with parted lips as he slotted himself between your legs, forcing your thighs apart with his hips. He leaned into you, putting one hand against the desk as the other suddenly pressed against your clothed crotch. You groaned and attempted to shut your legs, only managing to squeeze his hips. He hummed with amusement, another glint of a smirk passing over his lips.

“Right there? Is that where you want me?” He muttered, looking you up and down expectantly.

“Mmm..” You whined and nodded, trying to keep your hands on the desk.

“Mm, right.” He hummed, pretending to be lost in thought as he pulled his hand away, placing it on the other side of the desk; fully caging you against the furniture.

You bucked your hips, chasing his touch, and sighed desperately. He threw you a short, stern look, which made you straighten up and go quiet once again.

“What were you thinking about?” His voice lowered as he leaned into your neck, hot breath washing over your skin.

“…” You swallowed, breathing deeply to try and compose yourself. “..you.”

“Hm.” He hummed and grabbed your hips, as if rewarding you for telling the truth. “What about me?”

“…fuck.” You turned away, flustered from his interrogation.

“Look at me.”

You returned your gaze to him, feeling small under those piercing blue eyes. You swallowed and nodded, giving him an apologetic look. His hands moved to your thighs, firmly gripping the plump flesh.

“Answer.” He ordered again, dragging you forward on the desk until your crotch was inches away from his.

You could feel the heat from his body, every part of you wanting to glance down at the space between you, but you didn’t dare take your eyes off of his.

“..your hands..your..fuck..” You gasped, cutting yourself off when you felt his semi rubbing up against you.

The friction was enough to coax a small moan from your lips, your eyelids fluttering with pleasure.

“Uh huh?” He tilted his head expectantly.

“…your mouth..” You panted, even your words were making you desperate.

He squeezed your thighs as he shifted his hips again, his cock twitching at the feeling of your clothed heat brushing up against it. He suppressed his own sounds of pleasure, his expression still neutral, almost bored.

“My mouth?” He repeated back to you.

“Mmhm..your thighs” You nodded, head clouding over with dull pleasure and want. “God..anything Levi..”

You muttered it without thinking it through, caught up in thinking about your own daydreams, all the times you’d wished to use his name.

“Watch it.” He exhaled, expression shifting into one of surprise for a brief moment.

The words snapped you out of the dull haze you were in, your breath catching and your eyelids fluttering.

“Sorry, Captain..” You murmured, blinking at him with parted lips.

An amused huff passed through his lips as he glared at you.

“You’re this worked up over nothing.” He tutted as he continued his movements and ducked his head into your neck again.

You let out a shaky breath, trying to suppress needy whines when your crotches made contact again, the weak friction only doubling your need.

“What was I doing?” He hummed before testing the waters; letting his lips brush against the skin of your neck. “..with my mouth, with my hands, hm?”

You inhaled, a weak sound rising from your throat, embarrassment burning into your cheeks. A part of you put up a fight, letting out a dismissive sound to try and hint that you were too flustered to even begin to word your thoughts.

“I’ll stop..” Levi muttered and pulled back, hands slowly inching off of your thighs. “I’ll leave you right here, even worse than before.”

You whined and shook your head, stomach turning with disappointment at the thought of him stopping now.

“Right. That’s what I thought.” He nodded, fingers snaking back up to grasp your thighs again. “Tell me.”

You swallowed and nodded, breath catching when he nipped at your neck. You glanced down at his hand, finding the courage to lightly pass your fingers over his with a shaky breath.

“…want to know what you’d feel like knuckle deep.” You muttered, struggling to meet his gaze as the filth fell from your mouth.

He scoffed, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips as he glanced at your hand swiping at his.

“I’m sure you do.” Levi remarked, tilting his head expectantly as his fingers moved to your waistband. “Maybe I’ll give you what you want.”

You sighed and furrowed your eyebrows, giving him a pathetically needy look.

“Please..” You sighed.

He gave you a short hum and pulled away from your neck, getting a clear view of you as he toyed with the button of your trousers.

“Suppose you did ask nicely already.” He eyed you over. “I’d be cruel to keep you waiting, wouldn’t I?”

A hesitant sound rose from your throat, you were unsure how to answer and it only amused him more.

“Relax, I’ll give you what you want.” He scoffed, already beginning to undress you.

You sighed with relief and rambled a needy ‘thank you’, your fingernails digging into the desk with anticipation and want.

“..needy brat.” He muttered, glancing at you with a playful look.

An obedient sound of agreement escaped you, all you could do was mindlessly nod and agree with everything he said, too desperate to challenge him..and he was right.

You lifted your hips as he pulled your trousers down to your thighs, his hand immediately darting back to brush his fingers over your clothed arousal. Your hips bucked and you gasped at the touch, lips parting and eyebrows furrowing.

“Soaked already? I’ve hardly touched you soldier.” He mused, rubbing against you once more for good measure before grasping the waistband of your underwear.

You shuddered, both eager and nervous to strip off in front of him, nerves and excitement mixing in your lower stomach. You shifted your hips forward again, giving him the invitation to drag the fabric down, leaving them bunched up above your knees. Your cheeks flushed, warmth spreading through your body and only intensifying as he dropped down to his knees.

“..captain..” You panted, your voice low and breathy as you met his gaze.

Levi’s eyes were lidded and hungry as he lowered himself, his arms coming forward to yank your clothes a little lower and drag your body a little closer to the edge of the desk.

“Sloppy..” He muttered, eyes shifting from your desperate expression to your dripping cunt.

You opened your mouth to respond, only managing a choked gasp as he leaned in to swipe his tongue over your clit. The grip you had on the furniture intensified, your hands desperate to tug and pull on his hair but remaining firm on the wood.

Every part of Levi itched to tease you more, but his own arousal and the overwhelming urge to taste you prevented him from speaking further, his tongue focusing on coating itself in your slick. His fingers dug into the fat of your thighs as he leaned into you, eyelids fluttering for a moment as he passed his tongue over your entrance. You exhaled, a high pitched pleasured sound that only encouraged his movement. He hummed against you, letting the muscle fuck into you for a few moments before he focused on your clit. He panted before swiping his tongue again and finally sucking at the bundle of nerves. You groaned, hips threatening to shift forward if it weren’t for the firm grip he had on your thighs. It was unintentional when your hand found its way into his hair, your fingers tangling into the dark locks as you panted, desperate for more.

“So needy...” He murmured again, glancing at you but not yet scolding you for touching him.

You lazily nodded and huffed, giving him a pleasured look of defeat which evolved into a look of disappointment when he straightened up. Your hand fell back to the desk and you sighed, earning an amused look from the captain.

“Don’t give me that..told you I’d give you what you want.” He shook his head, you didn’t even have a moment to protest before his hand palmed at you.

The constant on and off pleasure was only making you more worked up, resulting in a pathetic sound of pleasure when his fingers finally met your slick cunt. You sighed, fingers clawing at the table as two fingers slid into you with embarrassing ease. Your eyes fluttered shut for a moment, eyebrows knitted tightly together with pleasure.

“You’re a mess..” He shook his head at the sight of you.

His free hand moved to your shirt, sliding under the fabric to gently press you down against the desk. You glanced at him as you obeyed, bringing your hands up above your head as you laid against the furniture. Your gaze fell down to his hand on your stomach and then his wrist, the obscure view of his hand slowly working you. The sight alone coaxed another weak moan from your lips, making Levi huff with amusement once more.

“So desperate, aren’t you?” He tilted his head, eyes darting from the pleasured look on your face to his fingers curling in and out of you.

You whined and nodded, turning your head toward the desk in a weak attempt to hide your embarrassment. A genuine chuckle fell from his lips, making you moan, the sound making your stomach flip.

“Pathetic.” He muttered, finding it hard to ignore his own arousal at this point.

Levi’s free hand moved from your stomach, fingertips dancing across your skin as he worked his way down to your clit, his thumb teasingly brushing over the bundle of nerves. He savoured the way you gasped and bucked your hips at the touch, another sound of acknowledgement rising from his chest. You were like putty under his hands, so easy to rile up, so mouldable, ready and willing to give him everything.

“Fuck…” You sighed shakily, bringing an arm over your face to hide your flushed expression.

“Ah-ah.” He tutted, similar to how one would scold a dog. “Eyes on me, soldier.”

A heavy, embarrassed breath passed through your lips, your eyelids fluttering as you pulled your arm away again; cheeks burning as your eyes found his once more. He was a sight for sore eyes, pupils blown, eyes dark with arousal, the ghost of a smirk on his lips.

“That’s it.” He nodded, his voice raising ever so slightly with approval.

You could merely moan in response, both embarrassment and pleasure making your brain short circuit.

“Mm I know.” He cooed at you, perfectly mocking yet still sweet; the tone making you twitch around him, which of course didn’t go unnoticed by him. “Hm, you like that?”

You lazily nodded, letting out a soft sound of acknowledgment.

“How sweet. Such a filthy little pervert getting off to your superior officer.” Levi continued, one of the rare times that he abused his power.

Another weak hum from you.

“It’s alright, you can take it.” He hummed at you, both reassurance and permission to finish. “Go on..”

It was all too much at once, that voice filling your ears whilst his fingers perfectly curled inside of you, fingertips brushing against that sweet spot every so often, the curve of his thumb stroking your clit in a way that made your hips buck and thighs tremble. You gasped and shook, orgasm hitting you like a wave crashing, your hips rising to meet his touch as breathy moans poured from your lips. Your body went tense, your fingernails digging into your palms as he cruelly, perfectly, kept his pace up, sending ripples of pleasure through your desperate body.

Levi was painfully hard by the time you started to come down, cock straining in his trousers as his eyes fought to take in and memorise every inch of your trembling form. He finally slowed as your breathing changed into a breathy pant, his fingers slowly pulling out from your cunt when you finally stopped twitching around him. His fingers met his lips, his tongue darting out to get a second taste of you, his free hand moving to feel over the hard on that was all too obvious.

“Feel a little better now?”

[that-of-the-devil]

Plagued with Liliya thoughts atm, Liliya lovers if you’re out there PLEASSSEEE send me requests or just ramble with me about her

Posting something for her later <3

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I see the few of you lurking here I’m going to form a cult of little Liliya worshippers on this account if it kills me

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Beloved

Liliya Bogomolova x Reader

Overview: Murkoff decide to trial a new gas in the shuttle room that leaves you feeling a little..pent up. Liliya comes to help :)

Warnings/contains: sub/top reader, dom/bottom Liliya, leg humping, oral (reader giving)

Reader: gender neutral afab

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A click and a hiss, the usual routine in the shuttle but something was different this time. The scent of the gas is different; lighter, sweeter, almost enjoyable if it weren’t for the threat of danger that loomed over you as you approached the resort. You’d dealt with Liliya before, too many times to count, but she still made your stomach churn with nerves…and something familiar that you weren’t willing to acknowledge. You had perfected your loadout, picking the right rigs and medicines to keep you from getting killed the moment you entered the luxurious map that she inhabited.

The hallucinations arrived on queue, still managing to make your chest tighten despite how well you knew the scene. Your breathing quickened as the wavering figure of Liliya drew closer, that all too familiar feeling stirring in your stomach a little more intensely today. You swallowed it, still fighting to keep some sense of normal..if you could even have that in a place like this.

The restraints clicked out of place and you stood up, feeling a rush to your head as you straightened in the shuttle. You gasped and stumbled slightly, bringing your hand to your face as you steadied yourself. Your breathing was still quick, almost hungry, making you furrow your eyebrows; what had they put in the gas? You exhaled heavily and staggered your way to the exit tubes, managing to compose yourself enough to step into the environment. The familiar scent of oak, blood and perfume filled your nose, the usual jingling of jewels and crackling of flames creeping into your ears.

The fresh air helped, if only for a moment, making your head a little clearer as you moved to start a generator; already feeling the cold seep under your skin. You shivered, feeling a strange sense of warmth between your legs, bringing your awareness to a need, a hunger, that was creeping up on you all too quickly. The generator started with a rumble, bringing you out of your feelings and redirecting you to the task at hand. You managed to stay focused enough to get the first key, which you now slotted into the door and abandoned in the snow. You felt driven yet weak as you pushed the doors open, your body once again reminding you of an ache that you so desperately needed soothing. You swallowed it again, forcing yourself to stay composed, if you had gotten this far, you could complete the trial, right?

Your feet carried you across the bar room, dancing around the corpses and ex-pops that lingered in the area. They only froze when you saw her, well the imitation of her. You always took a second to admire her before you started the trial properly; taking advantage of the time to eye up every little detail before the real woman was on your case. The roses on her arms, the patterned tights that rested mid thigh layered over more diamonds and lines which seemed endless. Your eyes wandered, and without thinking your hands followed; fingertips brushing over the thighs, hips and stomach. The ache grew worse, making you exhale shakily as your own thighs clamped together, your focus seeming to grow even hazier by the second. The familiar click of the mannequins movement made you blink, forcing you to pull your hand back out of surprise and confusion; when did you get so carried away?

“…jesus..” You muttered to yourself and walked away, stealing another glance over your shoulder before you left the mannequin to observe the room.

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You had racked up a total of £130 so far, managing to keep your head on straight and weave your way through the resort without capture thus far. It was slower than usual, every room making you pause and gape at the different poses or positions the mannequins had assumed. It was distracting, confusing, confronting. You had to finally acknowledge your sadistic attraction to the same woman who had been hunting you, the one that had jumped at, clawed at and killed you. You could usually dismiss it, ignore that strange urge that made your eyes linger on the curves of the mannequins for a little too long, but today, something was different. You needed her, needed to grind and bite, suck and grope, just feel every fucking part of that body, even if it ended badly. You could feel it in the way your stomach tightened, the way your hands trembled, eyes wandered and cunt twitched with want.

“Shit.” You whispered, putting your black light down and bringing your hand to rub at your face again. You bit your lip and pressed yourself against a wall, thoughts racing as you fought between staying focused or giving into impulse. The need was all too overwhelming, making your fingers wander down and press against your clothed arousal; coaxing a small sigh of relief from your lips.

The sirens of the gates blared, snapping you out of your internal struggle, forcing you to collect your light again and move into the darkness. You waited, lingering by the door to see if the enemy had followed, feeling a wave of relief when it headed in the opposite direction. You continued onward, the brief danger snapping you out of your daze. You could still feel your body aching, pleading but you had no choice but to ignore it, suppress it.

All until you fell upon a new room, warm, dimly lit and filled with the scent of perfume. You had been through this room countless times, but it was different today. Of course, Liliyas replicas were different every time but she was never posed like this in this specific spot. She was resting on her side atop a table, propped up on her arm; like how she would lay over fellow mannequins in the auction room. Poised; threatening, inviting, terrifying, beautiful. You approached her, your eyes already fixated on her as you circled the table. You swallowed as you shamelessly followed the curves of her ass, the ache between your legs now seeming painful, unavoidable.

You dropped the light again, more carelessly this time, ignoring the clatter as it fell to the ground; your entire focus on the imitation before you. Your hands wandered and grabbed again, brushing against the roses, tracing the patterns and caressing the cool metal of her chest; feeling a sense of disappointment when they lacked the warmth and softness of flesh. Before you could think, you were on the table, legs clambering and straddling over the firm thigh of the mannequin. Your hands found home on the hip and arm of the posed masterpiece, already gripping tight as your own hips seemed to move on their own. Intense ache turned into dull pleasure as you started to grind against it; your eyes shutting and mouth falling open as relief coursed through your body. You were almost clawing at her, almost trying to get this unmoving obstacle to come to life and move with you, pleasure you, serve you like she had promised to so many times. It just wasn’t enough.

You groaned as you straightened up, almost letting out a sound of defeat as you gave into desperation entirely; pulling your clothes off so that you could press your bare cunt against the textured material of the mannequin. You could see the wetness soaking through your garments, could feel the warm slick as your body met the imitations once more. Every line or marking along the thigh was bliss, bumping up against your clit as you bucked your hips against her. Your fingers danced across the body, toying with the chains along her side, the soft jingling sound drawing an involuntary moan from your lips; reminding you that it was her that you wanted. The thought only made you more aroused and disappointed all at once, making your movements quicker and greedier as you chased something you couldn’t have. Every slick thrust accompanied by whispers from the weapon herself.

You were too focused, too busy pathetically grinding and searching for relief and release that you hadn’t noticed the gates releasing a new enemy nearby. The sound had met your ears but hadn’t quite sunk in, leaving you blissfully unaware of the praying mantis that was sneaking her way through to you.

“Be still and the world comes to you.” You heard her before you saw her. Liliyas words filled the air, making your heart race, your eyes widen and your hips still. She wasn’t yet with you, merely muttering as she patrolled the area.

A delusional part of you thought it was a command, before your survival instincts finally kicked in and told you to move. You scrambled to get up, feeling a wave of embarrassment and disappointment as you pulled yourself away from the object of your affection.

Liliya was quick to pick up on the sound, her breathing growing heavy as she silently inched closer to the room. The sight waiting for her made her stomach turn, her usual quick instinct to attack seemingly vanishing as her masked eyes explored the scene.

“Don’t move.” It wasn’t delusion this time, she truly was commanding you to stay.

Your grip on the mannequin tightened once more as the shrill voice drew near, your body almost trembling with both fear and desperation as you locked eyes with the messiah. Your chest tightened, almost every part of you urged you to run or grab your stun that laid nearby, but a small part of you begged you to stay, to see if she would provide.

Liliya straightened ever so slightly, her head tilting as she inched closer and closer, her ragged breathing filling your ears.

“You can rest now.” She almost cooed at you, the reassurance in her tone making you shiver.

Her claws skimmed over the mannequin you were hovering over, the close proximity making your blood rush and stomach turn, both fear and arousal pumping through your veins.

“I am love.” She continued, almost sounding mocking; as if amused or endeared that you were getting yourself off on one of her imitations.

“…fuck..” You muttered softly, both in awe and terrified of being so close to her for such a long time without her attacking.

“You don’t have to be scared anymore. You belong with me.” Her head tilted up again, and you imagine that her eyes meet yours behind that mask you’ve often admired and dreamt of.

You merely nodded and weakly hummed in response to her, your stomach turning with excitement now that she was reassuring you.

Those claws wandered over her own false form and met your hands, seemingly itching for violence yet remaining gentle and light. She let out a heavy breath at the sight of how you were holding her imposter, her chest rising and falling heavily as the tips of her blades passed over your knuckles.

“Come to me.” She murmured, now grasping your wrist and bringing it to her body.

An involuntary sound of pleasure escaped you as your fingers met her hip, those same textures, just softer, warmer, fabric and flesh instead of firm plastic. Your touch was light and cautious, fingertips merely brushing over the fat of her hips, itching to take more.

“No, with feeling.” She scolded calmly, a line you’d heard all too often in previous trials. You always dreamt of hearing it in this context.

“..let me get closer..” You whispered, and she loosened her grip, allowing you to move.

You slowly moved your legs, moving off of the mannequin and onto the edge of the table. She remained still, her clawed fingers still keeping your hand against her side as she shamelessly slotted herself between your thighs.

“Give all you have.” Another command, another plea to stop being so cautious.

You swallowed and nodded, but you couldn’t meet her gaze. The hand on her hip finally found its place, palms resting against the warmth of her body as your fingers dug into the fat; almost gripping harshly to decipher if she was actually real. You brought your free hand to her other side, letting your eyes follow your movement as you brushed against the chains. Your breathing hitched as your hand paused beneath your breast, heat rushing to your face as you found yourself eyeing over her bare chest. A heavy breath escaped you as you continued, feeling a ridiculous sense of bliss as the warm, soft flesh met your palm. A moan slipped from your lips as you groped at her, your cunt twitching as your thumb brushed over her nipple. Your actions earned heavy, shaky breaths from the weapon, her grip on your wrist growing tighter as she silently urged you to keep going.

“Love makes us one.” She murmured to you, bringing her hand to your jaw.

The tips of the blades lightly pricked at your skin as she tilted your head, forcing you to look at her properly, to truly accept the twisted attraction you had.

“Love your messiah.”

You exhaled, the sound turning into a desperate whine as you nodded to her, not caring about the little pinpricks that would scar your face. One hand continued to caress and squeeze her tits whilst the other briefly toyed with her chains before wandering down to her ass. You leaned toward her, almost wanting to hide against her body as you groped at the fat of her cheek.

“Dreamt of you..” You murmured, earning a seemingly sympathetic coo from Liliya.

“I know you.” She replied, as if admitting that she was well aware that she had worked her way into your head, and released her grip.

The claws wandered to the back of your head, sending chills down your spine as she pressed you against her chest. You gazed up at her as she pulled you in, almost submitting to her as you licked over her breast. You tested the waters and took her nipple between your finger and thumb, gently pinching and pulling at the bud as your tongue flicked over the other; uncaring about the metallic paint that seeped into your mouth.

“Like that..yes..” Her voice began to raise in volume and pitch, growing closer to the usual shrill exclamations you heard during chase.

“Yeah?” You muttered, licking over her once more before taking her into your mouth.

Another loud breath escaped Liliya, making both your confidence and desperation grow. You moaned against her, shamelessly caressing and fondling her body, beyond ecstatic that you had the opportunity to finally indulge in something you had dreamt of and tried to suppress. Your hand roamed forward, caressing her thigh before meeting her crotch, your fingers pressing against her hungrily.

“Please..” You muttered against her chest, your hand roaming up over the zip of her suit now.

“Embrace me.” Liliya replied, still cryptic but enough to give you the go ahead.

You had to stop your hands from trembling as you unzipped the fabric, your breathing growing heavier as pale, unpainted skin was slowly revealed. The clothes slid down enough to give you access to the place you wanted most. You sighed with relief as your fingers moved to palm against her, your stomach growing tight as you felt the wet heat against your skin. Liliya gasped and panted, her grip on your neck growing tighter, the tips of her claws digging in just enough to make you wince. You brought your hand forward, going back to groping and sucking at her tits as your fingers rubbed against her clit.

Every second seemed to make you worse, every little sound from her sending a new wave of desire through your body. You groaned against her and pulled back, grabbing her hips and lifting her with ease, quickly swapping the positions you were in. You were quick to drop down to your knees, barely noticing the surprised reaction from the prime asset; too far gone to realise just how confident your actions had been. You nestled between her thighs, hooking her legs over your shoulders as you inched closer to her again. You wrapped one arm around her leg, gently holding her in place as your free hand moved to palm against your aching cunt. You groaned against the supple skin of her thighs as dull pleasure spread through your lower body, only snapping out of it when you felt the familiar pricks of blades against your scalp.

“Mm of course..” You muttered, apologetic before she could even scold you for getting distracted.

Liliya exhaled heavily, the sound dragging into a soft growl as your tongue swiped over her folds, the taste of her arousal filling your mouth. You shivered and gripped at her thigh, already drunk from the slightest hint of her cunt. Your tongue dove in again, repeatedly licking over her before you pressed closer, wrapping your lips around her clit; earning a raspy whimper from the weapon. You moaned and sucked, your eyes fluttering shut as you indulged in the delicacy of your messiahs body. It didn’t take long for you to get immersed in her, practically making out with her pussy as your hips mindlessly bucked against your own hand, desperate to fuck into her even if you couldn’t. You sucked and licked against her, unable to think of anything as her scent and taste overwhelmed your body, her voice filling your head to capacity.

“Deeper..” She purred at you, making you pull away just enough to loosen your grip from her thigh.

You slid your fingers onto your clit and over her entrance, panting as you listened to the combined pleasure from your bodies. One hand worked over yourself, rubbing thoughtless circles over the nerves as you guided your way into Liliya’s cunt. You moaned and leaned back in, sucking at her again as your fingers arched and pumped, accompanied by a slick sound that only made you more desperate. She forced you closer, both pressing your head into the curls decorating her lower stomach, and bucking her hips into your touch. You were surrounded in her scent, her warmth, her love. You forced your eyes open and stole a glimpse at her, memorising the way her chest rose and fell as rasps of pleasure fell from her concealed lips. Encouraged by the sight, you picked up the pace, focusing on curling your fingers to press up against that sweet spot; feeling a sense of pride as she tightened around you.

“Yes, please more!” Her voice picked up again, fuelling your need to pleasure her.

You repeated the motion and licked over her clit, giving her a moment before diving in again, moaning around her as her hips twitched towards your mouth. Her arousal was spread across your mouth, your fingers, dripping down the digits as she clenched around you. Those delicate claws pressed down harsher, making you wince and buck your hips, sadistic pleasure overriding the pain. Ragged breaths turned into moans, and then cries of pleasure as she fell apart. You didn’t dare move, merely watched in awe as your mouth stayed latched to her clit, fingers buried deep inside of her where she tightened and clamped. Her body twitched and shivered as she came, making her thighs squeeze around your head; earning another contented moan from her little worshipper. You felt her gradually go still, her grip on you finally loosening as her breathing quietened.

“Still.” She commanded, breathy and content.

You did as she asked, pulling away and blinking up at her as you licked the remains of her orgasm from your fingers.

“Sinner.” She mused, making you pant and nod; both amused and flustered by her degrading words, however short they were.

You felt weak, desperate for your own release now that you had served your purpose. You nudged into her inner thigh, your hand moving back to grip at the flesh as you continued rubbing against the sensitive bundle of nerves. She slotted her leg between your thighs, making you pull your hand back and grip at her calf. You sighed with relief as you began to grind against her ankle, uncaring that you looked like a pathetic mutt humping her leg.

“I’ll take care of you.” She cooed, running her claws through your hair more gently now, the tips of the blades sending shivers down your spine.

You moaned and nodded in response to her, muttering a word of agreement against her thigh. You adjusted your hips and moved your free hand to join the other, practically wrapping yourself around her leg as you bucked your hips against her. Your head was spinning, every thought overwhelmed by the way she peered down at you, the feeling of her hand caressing your head, the warmth of her body underneath your bucking hips. Your stomach grew tight with pleasure, making you whine and press your head into her thigh. You fell apart with a series of pleasured breaths, sounding relieved and embarrassed as you continued to grind against her. Your hips stuttered and your grip tightened, coaxing a sound that seemed similar to amusement from the prime asset. The embarrassment only fuelled the pleasure that coursed through you, making shameless moans slip from your lips and fall flat against the smooth skin of her leg.

“Beloved of God..” Liliya purred, as if rewarding you for finishing.

You weakly nodded, slowly stilling against her and loosening your grip, only to rest and catch your breath.

“Thank you..” You muttered without thinking, too blissed out to think of anything but her and how lucky you were.

“Amen.”

[that-of-the-devil]

Plagued with Liliya thoughts atm, Liliya lovers if you’re out there PLEASSSEEE send me requests or just ramble with me about her

Posting something for her later <3

[gothghostiie]

got myself a little something on the brain, walk with me..

cw: mild power dynamics, eruri, cuckolding/voyeurism, size difference, no prep, no condom, creampie, slight pain, hint of objectification/dehumanisation, praise, gn!reader

Imagine being the commanders personal little assistant. always at his every whim and wish, knowing what he wants before he even says it and making sure the man gets it, after all one of humanities smartest and strongest soldiers shouldn't have to think of these things himself, especially not when the weight of the world is already resting on his shoulders. coming into his office with a little tray, carrying two cups of tea and a bit of bread because you know he hasnt eaten since Levi had put the mountain of paperwork on his desk. he glances up when you offer him the tray, a quiet, relieved sigh escaping his lips while grabbing one of the mugs and a bite to eat, letting you turn around to the captain sat in the armchair in the corner.

he gave you a quiet hum as he took his cup, leaning back into the soft fabric that probably already had an indent from how many nights he had been sat there to watch erwin do his work, give him advice when he was stuck on something, or just to keep him company during long nights. you placed the tray down on the little side table next to the chair before turning back to the blond, quietly asking if everything was okay. you could see the stress on his face, brows furrowed and hair ever so slightly dishevelled, the question drawing a quiet huff from levi. "he's getting in his head again." he answered for him, earning a gentle glare from the other man. you sighed softly, you had a hunch that this was gonna happen, he just didn't know when to quit; whether it was on the battlefield or in the privacy of his own four walls. "you should help him relax a bit, don't you think?" you met his eyes, and immediately knew it wasnt a question but a order, something that he had certainly not just thought about right now, something you were more than willing to oblige to.

"Commader?" you turned to him with a questioning look on your face, meeting the blue eyes that were wandering over your body already. it took him a second to realise what the two of you were suggesting, he acted like this was something new and out of the ordinary every time it happened. he put his pent down slowly, clearing his throat as he leaned back against the chair that seemed far too small for his large frame.

"..i suppose I could do with a break." his voice was quiet and low, so unlike what you were used to on the battlefield. an immediate rush of nerves and excitement washed over you as you walked closer to him, ignoring the captains eyes burning into your backside as you made your way between erwin and the desk. you stood between his spread legs, thick thighs lightly brushing against yours as he put one hand on your hip. "you known don't have to do this, right?" he murmured, looking up at you through his lashes as if you'd ever say no to this.

"I know." you hummed softly, putting your hand onto his, feeling the rough skin over gently. he gave you a quiet, approving hum before exchanging glances with the other man behind you, you knew exactly that they were 'talking' again, luckily something you were used to by now. it took a few seconds of silence before his attention was back on you, moving you with a firm, yet gentle grip. before you even knew it he had you bent over the desk, stomach resting on the hard wood, his desk just high enough to make you have to stand on your tiptoes. big hands wandered over your sides, gently untugging the white button up from your pants before letting his fingertips brush over the small of your back, down to the hem of your pants. without opening them he pulled them down to pool around your knees, right alongside your underwear.

"I missed this." erwins voice carried longing and a hint of amusement, lightly gripping the fat of your asscheek with a quiet groan. he couldn't help but chuckle softly at the gasp that escaped your lips at the touch, giving the flesh a slightly harder squeeze. "has it really been that long or are you just a bit sensitive?" he teased quietly, making the heat rise to your cheeks, even more than the captains watchful eyes resting on your expression, as if he was observing your reactions. "need to stop neglecting you for work."

"I think you can hardly call this neglecting." Levi chimed in, one leg crossed over the other, head resting on one of his hands.

"but it has been a while." the commander responded with a hum, acting as if he wasnt currently feeling you up with one hand, while the other casually undid his belt, brushing over his bulge.

"it has barely been a week, Erwin." The other man's tone carried the slightest hint of amusement, even if his face betrayed nothing like it.

"that's what I'm saying." you jumped when you felt the thick tip brushing against your hole, the feeling far too familiar despite getting it far too little for your own taste. he glanced down at you, merely coating his length in his own spit with a few lazy pumps, sighing in satisfaction. "and I'm sure you'd agree, wouldn't you?" he hummed, tilting his head down at you while his free hand spread you open ever so slightly. the quiet gasp, followed by the frantic nodding drew a quiet chuckle from the blonde, yet he didn't give you any answer before lightly pressing up against you until the head popped inside.

"commander-" your voice was breathy and cut off, nails digging into the wooden desk you were pressed into. your face scrunched up with a mix of pleasure and slight pain from the stretch, as if it wasn't enough that he didn't bother to prep you a little, the sheer size of him made it both worse and better.

"I know, I know. deep breath." the words weren't even a command at this point, seeping with faux sympathy that told you that he got a sick joy from feeling you clamp down around him with nowhere to escape to. erwin didnt even bottom out before he started thrusting into you, wanting to keep you on edge at least a little bit before he made you see stars. the rhythm he set was slow at first, big hands holding onto your hips tight enough to make sure you'd feel sore once he was done with you - and to make sure you couldn't squirm away from him when he finally started fucking you properly, after a subtle nod from the captain.

his thrusts suddenly became faster and deeper, taking a few thrusts before his hips slapped against your ass in a rough motion, heavy balls hitting your thighs lightly and making sure you felt just how deep he was trying to reach. the moans that were already falling from your lips grew louder, your fingers already hurting from how hard you had to hold onto his desk. every thrust knocked the air out of your lungs, bringing crocodile tears to your eyes that were threatening to spill over your cheeks. you opened your eyes to try and blink some of the tears away, just to be met with Levi's cold stare. something about him watching you being ruined with something close to indifference, yet still so attentive, making sure you knew you had his undivided attention.

"don't look at him, he won't help you dove.." you felt erwins large chest pressing against your back suddenly, hot breath tickling your ear and making you shudder. the sound that escaped your throat was a wince, sounding almost pathetic with it. you blinked up at the captain with furrowed brows, the weight on top of you pressing you down harder and making you even prettier to look at; if it wasnt for his almost uncanny talent to hide his emotions you'd know just how much he had been craving seeing you like this again. "he's enjoying it too much to help you. he likes seeing you in pain. likes seeing you suffer. dont you?" Erwin finally lifted his head, glancing at the other man through his lashes, barely able to conceal his own pleasure.

"..." ther younger man stared back at him silently, but it was more than enough to tell you that he was right, he did enjoy seeing you like this far more than he was letting on, even if saying it was just the blond shifting the blame for doing this to you. "you should hurry up, Commander, I think your plaything's close to falling apart." the pet name made you clench harder around the fat cock stretching you open, drawing another chuckle from erwin. he knew that he was right, but in the same breath it didn't really matter if you were already done, he was the one who decided when he would stop. "poor thing. you can barely handle him, can you? he's tearing you apart." the sick pleasure he was getting from this was painfully obvious in his voice, only making the knot in your stomach grow tighter. you nodded as good as you still could, sweat beading on your forehead from the effort of trying to hold off your high, fully aware that it would just make you so much more sensitive than you already were - and yet it was all for nothing when it still came crashing down on you. both their eyes were glued to you, almost inspecting you with clinical interest, wanting to see how you were holding up right now.

"that's good, absolutely beautiful.." erwin muttered lowly, his voice starting to strain from effort. he really did want to hold back just to torture you a little longer, but the way you were trembling underneath him, your heavy breathing and the first few tears running down your hot cheeks pushed him closer than he'd like. he let his head hang forward for a moment as his panting grew heavier, hold on you tightening enough to make you whimper.

"feeling weak?" Levi's voice was just a hint challenging, making the other man lift his head just enough to look at him. he stared back, quietly sipping on his tea. the eye contact made erwin worse, hips stuttering slightly as he got closer. Levi didn't have to say anything more to him, merely cocking his head slightly was enough to push the other man over the edge.

a quiet string of curses left his lips as he came, trying to pull back quick enough to pull out, but the way you were clenching around him made it impossible for him to do it without hurting you accidentally. a soft gasp left your lips when you felt the hot rush inside you, eyes widening at the foreign feeling. it took a few more long moments before you actually relaxed enough to let him pull out with a quiet pop, your aching hole gaping slightly while he let himself fall back down onto his desk chair. "christ.." he took a deep breath before looking back to you, a slight smirk playing on his lips upon seeing his cum dribbling out of you; glancing over at levi with satisfaction. "you should take a look too. its an even prettier sight than usual."

[that-of-the-devil]

NEEEEDDDDD that

[gothghostiie]

:)

cw: fluff, oral (reader receiving), S4 reiner, gn!afab!reader

Visiting home was never quite as nice as he imagined it. no matter how often he got to go back, it always left a weird feeling in his chest, his usual sense of impending doom bubbling up stronger with every step through the bustling city - thank god he knew exactly what helped him. the steps up to your apartment felt endless to him, the mere seconds he had to wait between knocking and yog opening the door with a smile. "Reiner-" you perked up with excitement, a smile forming on your lips. "you didnt tell me you'd be coming."

"..I'm sorry, I.." he trailed off, running a hand through his short hair, your gaze softened immediately.

"come in." you stood aside to let him in, you could see some of his tension leaving his body as he stepped inside, slowly peeling off his coat. you knew exactly why he was here and there was no way in hell youd ever deny him. he hung up the coat and followed you deeper into the apartment, you were barely sat on the couch when he was already on his knees, squeezing his big frame between your thighs. "hm.. you okay?" you asked him quietly, tilting your head at him. reiners arms snaked around your waist, his face pressed into your stomach with a loud sigh.

"yeah, just.. just hold me, please.." he mumbled quietly, eyes already fluttering shut. you couldn't help but smirk down at him, one of your hands gently tangling in his hair while the other arm wrapped around his shoulders. for a while you just sat there in comfortable silence, his heavy breathing filling the room. "missed you.. missed you so much.." he muttered quietly, his fingers starting to dig into your sides, he always had a hard time knowing his own strength and god he felt bad whenever he accidentally hurt you.

"yea?" you chuckled softly, feeling him nuzzle into your soft stomach a little deeper. "I missed you too-" you paused for a moment, looking down just in time to catch him pushing your shirt up just enough to open your pants, all in a few subtle movements. "Reiner?" your breathing grew a little flat, watching his fingers dance over the waistband. he barely lifted his head when you spoke to him, looking at you through his lashes with a soft 'hm?'. for a moment you hesitated, before lifting your hips slightly. "go on.." your voice was now quiet, as if not to startle him. a relieved sigh left his lips, as if he ever expected you to tell him no, as if you ever denied him before. there was a slight tremor in his hands as he slowly pulled down your pants and underwear in one go, peppering kisses along your legs as he did, the tent in his pants becoming more and more prominent. "needy.." his breath caught in hid throat, he threw a sheepish look at you, as if he was caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

"dont blame me.. please.." the tone made your chest tighten. for some reasons he sounded sincere, like there was really anything he could even be blamed for. you shook your head at him, gently brushing his hair back.

"shh.. you're okay, reiner. i promise." you could feel his shoulders slacking against your thighs, a genuine sigh of relief left his lips. he merely nodded, his stubble scratching your skin slightly. for a moment he rested his head against you, hot breath hitting your bare cunt and making you shiver.

"just let me.." he didnt even finish his sentence before he already latched onto your clit, lips wrapping around the sensitive bud while suckling softly. your breath hitched in your throat, the grip in his hair tightening slight, just enough to not startle him with that pain.. as if he'd really mind it. a long, quiet groan vibrated against you, he closed his eyes while nuzzling into your folds deeper. his tongue slowly traced around the little bundle of nerves, memorising every little crevice, every curve and every fold, like he didn't know it by heart already; youd bet that he could blindly pick you from a crowd if he really had to. his muscular thighs squeezed together below you, mirroring your own thighs squeezing around his head, making his face grow a deeper shade of pink. the knot in your stomach was tightening rapidly, as was the grip in his hair, gently guiding him closer if that was even possible.

"Reiner.." you panted quietly, a surprised gasp escaping you when he held onto your thighs tighter. he could tell that you were getting closer by the minute, of course he could. his mouth worked you relentlessly, tongue teasing your entrance before swirling around your swollen clit before sucking it back between his chapped lips. "I'm close.." his eyes lit up, he latched off you with a soft gasp, pulling you closer to the edge of the couch.

"please, let me have it.." he muttered, pressing a kiss against your thigh, then one to your crotch. "it's all i need.." his words were almost desperate, barely able to finish the sentence before he dove in again, more eager than before. a surprised yelp escaped your throats, thighs wrapping over his shoulders and pulling him in almost automatically. you could've sworn you felt him chuckle against you quietly, but the sudden, overwhelming pleasure fogging up your mind. you arched your back, pulling the blonds hair sharply, but the sting only spurred him on.

the orgasm came crashing down on you suddenly, your thighs cramping slightly from how much you tensed up. your free hand clamped over your own mouth, hips bucking and grinding against his face on their own; but reiner didnt let off. there was no way in hell he'd let off right now, not when he finally got what he desperately needed. he kept himself comfortably squeezed against you, fingers digging into your thighs hard enough to leave bruises, bruises that hed definitely pepper in kisses and apologise about once he saw them. "reiner- I can't-" you were cut off by a soft whimper and Reiner finally pulling away from you, looking up at you with furrowed brows.

"sorry- im sorry.." he panted heavily, his own thighs trembling slightly. "you just taste so good and- and I missed you so much.. im sorry.." his hands slid up your thighs, arms wrapping around your waist again to pull you into a hug again; pressing his face into your stomach once again. he closed his eyes when you ran your hand through his hair, still shaking slightly from your high, the silence only broken up by both of your heavy breathing; until he spoke again.

"again? please?"

[that-of-the-devil]

GIMME IT NEEEOOWWWW

[gothghostiie]

cw: a tiny bit implied angst, fluffy sex/fingering, light manhandling, praise, size difference, riding, gn!reader

it wasn't often that Erwin had you in his office, not because you had pulled negative attention to yourself. you were usually one of the better scouts, especially considering that you were pretty much fresh out of training, this was more than surprising to him - then again he had been watching you the past few days. he had seen the slow buildup; the bottled up feelings and words that were bitten back because you didnt want to be put in your place over something small that you thought would blow over anyway - thats how you usually were, quiet, peaceful and obedient, mostly. and yet here you were, personally delivered by Levi after he pulled Olou away from you. you were listening quietly while he had described what happened during the training session, erwin had listened silently and sent him off with a quiet thank you, his face not showing what he was thinking about this whole situation.

"..would you like to explain yourself?" his voice was calm, even, carrying the typical hint of leadership that he carried wherever he went. his eyes met yours when you looked up, he didn't even remotely look angry or disappointed, just curious to hear your side of things. he knew levi wouldnt lie about what happened, but he knew that you likely wanted to tell the whole story, and not just what the captain saw. "go on." he encouraged with a soft nod, pushing but not pressuing you.

"...he was provoking me." you finally said through gritted teeth, the lump in your throat making it hard to keep your voice even. "I didnt push him for no reason." Erwin nodded slowly.

"I didnt think you would. youre smarter than that." the subtle praise didnt go unnoticed, easing some of the anxiety that was brooding in your chest. "its still not like you to get physical. i know youre a bit of a... loudmouth, but we never had any complaints about you getting violent." his tone wasnt accusing, it was just factual. you weren't the type to get violent at all, you were always rolling your eyes at other recruits squabbling and getting into fights. a long, tense silence filled the room before he spoke again. "I don't care that you did it. i want to know why." erwins expression was almost gentle, his eyes having a glint that you couldn't quite identify. "why did you do it?"

"he was being an asshole." you said plainly, he lifted his hand.

"I want to know why now. he's always rude to you, but it never made you react this way. why now?" he leaned forward, his blue eyes never leaving your face, reading your every little movement like an open book. you hesitated, unsure whether you wanted to explain yourself, or even how to; and of course he saw that too. "..Come here."

"what?" erwin leaned back in his chair, scooting it back just a little, enough for you to see his muscular thighs.

"I said come here. around the desk." you were hesitant, your mind telling you not to, but your body was already up and making its way around the sturdy, wooden desk, standing next to his chair - before he pulled you into his lap, forcing you to straddle him. a loud gasp escaped you, hands gripping his shoulder like a vice. you were torn between freezing and bolting, but he took that choice from you with his arms wrapping around you; one around your shoulders and the other around your waist, feeling like he had fully engulfed you against his warm, large frame.

"Commander-"

"quiet." he cut you off, holding you until he could feel the tension in your body slowly seeping away, leaving you to slack against him with your head resting on his shoulder. "..thats better, isnt it?" he whispered lowly, turning his head to look down on you. "you cant keep bottling everything up, soldier. you need to stand up for yourself and find a way to deal with what youre feeling, somewhere to let it out." his tone was soft yet strict, leaving you to hide and bury your face on his neck; if you didnt know any better you could've sworn he held back a quiet chuckle. "It's hard to find somewhere to put your emotions." his large hand grabbed your waist a little tighter, fingers lightly toying with the fabric of your shirt. "I can help you, if you want. Just this once." he leaned back to meet your gaze, staring up at him with a warm face and a slack jaw. "do you want me to help you?" for a split second you hesitated - you knew you shouldn't, this was your commander, but the way his thick thighs felt underneath you and his calloused fingertips starting to sneak under your shirt made incredibly compelling arguments - so you nodded.

Erwin let out a soft breath of relief, his arms tightening around you slightly, as if he wasn't quite sure how youd react to his little offer. his hand slowly pulled up your shirt, just enough to let his hand come to your belly and shift downwards to your belt, expertly fiddling with it until it fell open (he definitely had practice with this), caressing the hem of your underwear. "if anything doesn't feel right, stop me. thats an order." he muttered against your ear, followed by a gentle nip which made you flinch. he leaned back again to pull your pants and underwear down as far as he could, before suddenly lifting you up by your waist with ease, seemingly not even one bit strained by it, and pulling them down to your ankles. he huffed softly before pulling you back to straddle him properly again, making you rest against his torso, his chest rising and falling calmly under you, like this was perfectly normal.

"relax." he ordered softly, one arm around your shoulders again while the other slid down your ass, giving you an approving hum when he saw you kicking off your boots and the bunched up pants, hitting the floor with quier thuds. you closed your eyes with a deep breath, muscles still tense as he felt you up slightly, even more when he slowly pressed his long fingers against your hole. "I won't hurt you." he murmured quietly, resting his head on top of yours, giving you just enough room to pull away if you wanted him to stop - but you stayed right where you were supposed to be, letting him slide two fingers inside you up to his knuckles. the depth alone was insane, unexpected considering that it was just fingers, and overwhelming in the best way possible. he heard the surprised gasp along with your nails digging into his clothes, followed by a soft whimper. "I know, I know." his hand came up to cup the back of your head, soothing you while his fingers slowly moved inside you, as if he was feeling around for something.

"doing well.. does it hurt?" you shook your head slightly, keeping your face pressed against his chest to muffle your moaning and whimpering. "good.. you don't need pain right now. you already have enough of that." he slowly started sliding his fingers in and out of you. "you just need someone to hold you tight and tell you that youre okay. dont you?" he pressed his lips against your head in a gentle kiss, your heart racing. he let you get used to his fingers for a fee minutes, before speeding them up, pushing you forward to rub against his hips ever so slightly, the rough, sturdy fabric of his pants giving you just enough friction to feel good. "just need a little help coping with what youre feeling.." a soft sigh fell from his lips, his fingers speeding up a bit. "youre a good soldier for letting me help you. asking for help is strong, its a good quality to know when you need to do it." he chuckled softly, feeling you press against his chest harder. "but you're learning that now, aren't you?" erwins tone was almost a bit smug now, a third finger slipping in alongside the others, giving you a just slightly burning stretch.

"oh god-" you panted heavily, the knot in your stomach getting tighter with every movement of his fingers.

"shh, i know. you can handle it." his tone left no room for negotiation on this; you could take it and he knew it. "can feel you twitching.. dont hold back now. let it all out." your brows furrowed, his fingers moving in a fast, almost rough 'come here' motion now, hitting those little spots that made you wince with far too much accuracy. suddenly the oragasm felt far too close too fast, but there was nothing that you could do about it except for push erwin off, and god knows you wont do that. so you took it, eyes watering slightly more with each little twitch he pulled from you. and yet, something wasnt quite clicking, like an invisible wall - erwin could feel it too, but he knew what he had to do to coax what he wanted from you; he'd always been good at that. "..you're safe here. you can let go." the words were a quiet, gentle promise that threatened to unwind you if you didnt do it yourself, they pulled a soft cry from your lips while your hips pressed against him; so tense that you were shaking. his fingers didn't stop, following your movements effortlessly to draw out your high, to make sure it would come crashing down on you as hard as he wanted it to. "thats it, good job." he cooed quietly, pressing another kiss to your head when he felt your tears soaking his shirt, your body trembling against his as he forced you to ride out your high.

only when he felt that it was enough, when he was sure that you wouldn't be holding back any emotions right now he slowed his fingers down before pulling them out, feeling you relax with a relieved sob. erwin mindlessly wiped his fingers on his pants before running his hand over your back, going back to soothing you now, as if he wasn't the reason you were crying right now. "there, there.. doesn't that feel better?" he whispered against your hair, his other hand still cupping your head and cradling you against it.

"next time you need help, you just come and find me and ask for it, understood?"

[that-of-the-devil]

[that-of-the-devil]

Plagued with thoughts of Victor Gideon,,

Him getting you completely stripped down and putting you over his knee, making sure you feel the leather of his outfit pressing against you, smooth and cold. One of those big hands just lightly dancing over the curve of your ass before he lands a harsh spank, a punishment for distracting him from work. It doesn’t take long until you’re practically dripping, your cheeks red raw, your slick cunt leaking onto a leather-clad thigh. It’s only then that he stops and gently rubs the tender flesh, the coolness of the metal rings feeling somewhat soothing even if they stung mere moments ago.

“Are you going to behave now?” He murmurs, his voice like fucking silk.

You can only weakly nod and murmur a sound of agreement, too worked up to say anything cohesive.

“Good.” He coos at you, two fingers sliding down to glide through your arousal. “You’re so worked up, is this for me?”

Another pathetic whine in response.

He chuckles and coos once more before finally giving you what you want, circling around and slipping two digits into your entrance. He relishes in the way you squirm in his lap, amused at your small form grasping and pulling at his trousers.

“So needy..” He purrs, building a slow pace to keep you begging for more.

[gothghostiie]

thought up a little something for my dearest friend (@that-of-the-devil)and his wife (liliya)

cw: dubcon but not really; reader is absolutely into it, religious themes, top/dom!reader, oral/facesitting, reader is a bit of a freak and a pervert, piss drinking/golden shower, seasoned reagent!reader, gn!reader, unrealistic as hell, let us indulge

The fireplace crackling felt welcoming as you entered the resort, the other reagents immediately going over to warm themselves up, fully ignoring the mannequin standing a few feet away from it; but not you. your eyes immediately landed on it, eyeing over the excessive, gorgeous jewelry, the intricate patterns all over it. you've heard stories from others that came out of this trial -if they came out at all- that they were modeled after the new prime asset hiding in the resort. your eyes lit up as you stepped closer, carefully raising a hand to run over her arm, up to the pointy claws, before putting a hand on its hip and very slowly back towards the curve of its ass. a quiet hum escaped you, a small smile playing on yout lips, after all you still appreciated beauty as it deserved to be.

after a moment the other reagents dragged you along towards the auction, pressing the button while you sat down on one of the chairs, watching the other reagent beg for your group to open the door - it was sad to see, but by now you've done this so many times that you knew there was no way out for him, especially not when one of the mannequins behind him suddenly moved. you perked up as it jumped onto him, all of you watching him get stabbed with such brutality and grace at the same time, a loud, raspy voice telling him (or you, none of you were quite sure) to be still. all of you stood there, the others in quiet shock, you intrigued. you were only pulled out of your thoughts by the mannequin in a suit speaking, the way to a different room unlocking. thanks to others telling you about this you already knew what you had to do, immediately able to start searching for the gems. after a short debate whether to stay together or to split up you' convinced your group that if was better to split, wanting to cover more ground and be done quicker, despite them feeling a little unsure and scared about it. you wanted to take your sweet time with looking around, familiarising with the map.. and take a closer look at the new prime asset.

as you wandered through the resort, blacklight in hand and a few gems in your pockets you stopped in a small room, what looks like it used to be a bedroom. it was surprisingly clean, no corpses scattered around like the grounds usually had everywhere, the only unusual things were some broken glass scattered around and yet another mannequin posing beautifully. a small smirk played over your lips as you locked the door and stepped closer, tilting your head at it. you finally had the time to admire her properly, this bit of time making up for not seeing her the entire time after she's already attacked the others. you sighed softly, raising your hand up to run over the pearls around her neck, down to her corset, surprised by how warm it felt, but too distracted by the patterns and the silky feeling. "you're really pretty all over.." you muttered to yourself, a mix of admiration and morbid fascination in your tone. you walked around it, fingers wandering over her side, to the small of her back and down to her thighs, toying with the hem of her stokings. you really, really wanted nothing more than to stare and admire the doll, take in every single detail of it until you had it memorised - something about her really tickled you - but you knew that the others would be looking for you soon enough if you added nothing to the donation lot.

with a heavy sigh you grabbed the blacklight and stood in front of it clicking the light on and aiming it at her body - the mannequin suddenly moved, its claws wrapping around your wrist tightly. "Don't move." the gravelly voice made you freeze, slowly tilting your head up to meet her gaze, metal staring back at you. despite not being able to see her face her gaze felt cold, imposing, and yet it pulled you in, almost welcoming you with open arms. it took you a long moment to realise that she wasn't ripping you to shreds right now, like she had on sight with every other reagent, instead just holding you still, assessing.

"..what do you want?" you finally asked quietly, not moving away from her. her head twitched to the side, leaning in with a quiet sound, that almost sounded like a growl.

"I did not come to be served, but to serve." her voice was rough and loud, it almost felt like she wasn't quite aware of how she was speaking. yet, the words made you smirk a bit. you knew that everything about this interaction was pushing your luck, she could easily kill you if she really wanted to, but so far she didn't seem to want that for some reason. "embrace me. let me serve you." your eyes widened, cheeks growing hot with a flustered laugh.

"what?" was all that you could force out, voice shaking slightly with both fear and excitement. another, this time more frustrated growl escaped her, her grip on you tightened as she dragged you towards the bed, forcing you on it with surprising strength, making you gasp. you didnt dare to speak as you watched her, straddling your hips and immediately grinding against you. you couldn't help the chuckle that escaped you, even as the blade attached to her arm stabbed into the mattress to help her keep balanced. any bit of fear was quickly replaced by amusement and slowly growing arousal, your hands carefully placing on her thighs. "what are you doing?" you whispered quietly, making her head snap up at you again, jewelery jingling softly with every movement.

"I am love." the words almost sounded soft, reassuring and gentle, her hips moving rhythmically against yours, desperately searching friction. your fingers on her thighs left a tingling feeling through the thin stokings, threatening to slip down with the movement. "let god love you." your grip on her tightened, trying to guide her against you, licking your lips - the action made her stop again, eyes wandering over your face, an idea brewing in her head. "be still." she lifted up, crawling closer, over your head now. she hovered a few inches above you, immediately letting you catch her scent. her claws ran down her body, slipping into the fabric covering her pussy and pulling it to the side, revealing just enough of the reddened, damp flesh.

"fuck.." your eyes widened, mouth dropping open, just a little tuft of dark hair poking out above her lips. you resisted the urge to touch her, quietly letting her show off. her claws slippef between the lips, pulling them apart, a shiny piercing with a gem dangling from her clit. she gave you a moment to admire the beauty, before sitting down, slotting herself against your mouth.

"you don't have to be scared anymore." the voice was a tad breathy not, holding still, the blade digging deeper into the mattress. a startled gasp escaped her when she felt your tongue against her hot flesh, but she quickly composed herself and pushed down harder, easily putting her weight onto you. "give all you have. clear your heart." it sounded like it wasn't an order, more something that you should do on your own accord, something that she was doing for you and you alone, like she was truly helping you with what she was doing; and it worked on you. you wrapped your arms around her thighs again, gently caressing them while your tongue toyed with the dangling gem before circling around her swollen clit, a high pitched noise falling from her lips. her hand wandered up to her own chest, lightly cupping one of her tits, the claws poking her soft skin. you peered up at her from between her legs, watching her chest rise and fall a little quicker. the jewelery jingled louder, more frequently as her body began twitching, the pleasure quickly overwhelming to her.

"Still-" she called out, yet didn't pull away. it was like she was searching for a reason to stop you, to get off of you, as if she needed a reason for it. the noises became more frequent when you sucked the bundle of nerves between your lips, gently suckling while your tongue played with the piercing again. her moans became louder and a little shrill, panting as her claws dug into her own skin harder. it was obvious that she wasn't used to someone else touching her like this, and how good you were at it didnt help either. a warm, tight feeling started pulling through her lower stomach, a slight, familiar pressure building. your hands slid forward, just enough for you to be able to pull her lips apart and pull back, looking at her dripping cunt. you gently placed your thumb on her clit to test the waters, not wanting to startle her but failing; lilya sucked in a sharp breath and grabbed your wrist tightly. "You cannot sacrifice with defiled hands." she forced out, sounding almost relieved that she finally found a reason to stop you, to not let you continue.

"cleanse me then." your response was simple, yet almost startled her. she stared down at you, watching your free hand slide up to her abdomen, gently pressing down. she was caught off guard by everything you were doing for a long moment, surprised that you weren't cowering in fear like the other reagents she's gotten her hands on - you were the opposite. you seemed willing, eager to worship her and take her blessings, to let her truly cleanse you. she got lost in thought for a moment, it had been too long since she had to do this, not to mention the missing tools to bless and cleanse you.. at least at first sight.

she stayed quiet before slowly letting her hand slide down to part her lips on her own. "Accept it and be clean." she almost chanted, her voice back with her usual confidence. it took you a moment to understand what she wanted from you; making yout eyes widen with a bit of shock, but more eagerness than anything. you opened your mouth while looking up at her where her eyes would be, patiently waiting for her to cleanse you. liliya had to take a second, you could hear her taking a soft, deep breath before her hips relaxed, the taste immediately hitting your tongue. a soft sigh escaped her as she let go, the golden stream hitting your tongue and lips steadily. she leaned her head back, giving you an opening to get back to touching her, send her over the edge like you wanted to. gently grabbed the ring with two fingers, tugging upwards lightly which drew a startled gasp from her, hips tilting up and letting the stream hit your face. but naturally you didnt pull away, instead placing your other thumb on it and starting to rub gentle, tight circles into it.

"yes! please more!" she cried out loud enough to make you jump, the warm liquid flowing over your face and even seeping into your hair. you put slightly more pressure on the sensitive nub, her hips pushing down to force you to pull on the piercing harder. another shrill cry escaped her, hips stuttering as she slipped over the edge, another gush of fluid hitting your face before it died down to a soft dribble while she caught her breath. for a few moments you both rested in silence, only broken up by both of your heavy breathing - until she practically jumped off you.

"the secret of the kingdom of God has been given to the chosen."

she hunched down, leaving the room silently, letting the words hang in the air as you laid there, licking her taste off your lips while thinking about how the hell you were gonna explain where you've been to the others.

[that-of-the-devil]

ARE YOU KIDDING ME I LOVE TJIS SO MUCH

I can not say thank you enough I’m going to reread this until it’s ingrained in my brain holy SHIT

[justsomemutt]

Baby girl wip

[p-1-kabo0]

Love Your Messiah

[gloomybunnies]

[gothghostiie]

youre getting it either way idk what to tell you. based on one of nurse barlows dialogue lines where she confesses to eavesdropping on easterman sometimes

cw: power imbalance, spanking, no explicit consent but reader is definitely into it, very brief use of daddy (as if thats a surprise), praise, nurse!reader, gn!reader

It was a boring day. well, as boring as it could be, considering your workplace. a few of the reagents with some injuries, a few just wanting their meds, all in all nothing special. bored out of your mind you decided to get another cup of coffee, just to be walking around and hopefully even get a smidge of entertainment - and as if god had heard you prayers you got what you wanted. a few of the facility's doctors were stood by the coffee machine, and amomg them was Dr. Easterman. it wasn't necessarily rare for you to see him or even chat to him, but you knew that he didnt quite give you all the info he might give the other medical personnel. so, you walked into the room almost silently, grabbing one of the white mugs off the shelf and poured your coffee in, adding milk and sugar; too much and too slow, just for the sake of hearing what he was saying. you stirred the drink, spoon going in slow circles, the occasional soft clinking heard among the chatter.

you were far too lost in thought to notice easterman excusing himself, making his way through the group until he reached you. he wrapped his hand around your upper arm with a firm grip, towering over you, peering down at you over the rim of his glasses. "Nurse. A word?" his strict tone left no room for argument, he barely even waited for an answer before pulling you along with him, down the familiar hallway to his office. he stopped in front of it, digging in his pocket for the key for a moment, before unlocking it and lightly pushing you in. he stepped in behind you, locking the door once again before making his way behind the desk, sitting down in the leather chair. you moved to sit in one of the chairs across from him, but he quickly lifted his hand to stop you. "don't sit. stay right where you are for now." he ordered, the way he spoke to you already made you squirm. you turned to face him, hands behind your back.

"Dr. Easterman..?" you asked carefully, already knowing that you were in trouble, but not wanting to give it away just yet - even if it was painfully obvious by your demeanour. he took his glasses off for a moment, rubbing his eyes with his pointer and his thumb, before putting them back on with a soft sigh.

"it is very impolite to eavesdrop. i think you know that, right?" he asked lowly, one hand reaching to open the top drawer of his desk, grabbing a cigarette and putting it between his lips, the silence that lingered between you only broken up by the click of his lighter. he inhaled deeply once, the smoke curling around his face, not helping with the tension that hung in the air. "you shouldn't be putting your little nose where it doesn't belong. didnt your mother ever teach you that?" you almost jumped when he spoke again. "didn't daddy teach you that?"

your breath caught in your throat, fingers tightening around each other slightly behind your back. "..I'm sorry." was all that you could barely force out, the words feeling like they were stuck in your throat. "it won't happen again." Hendrick scoffed quietly. he was so different from when he spoke to the reagents, his usually perfectly calculated responses now having a hint of genuine emotion behind them, even if it was just something similar to annoyance.

"You're right, it won't happen again. I'll make sure of that." he took another drag of the cigarette before placing it down on the ashtray on his desk, sliding his chair back just enough to free up his lap. "come here." you could feel yourself stiffen at the order, despite wanting to refuse your feet were already carrying you over behind the desk, until you were standing next to him. he watched every step closely, already able to tell how nervous you were but not bothering with any kind of reassurance to make you feel more secure. he revelled in your fear. "bend over my lap." the order was clear, as if it was completely normal - then again, to him it likely was. you slowly did as you were told, bending down over his lap, your hand coming up to lightly grip his chair. Dr. Easterman waited patiently until you had settled in, taking a drag of his cigarette again before putting his undivided attention on you. "its time you learned some manners." he put one hand on your upper back to keep you from bolting, the other just above your waistband, fingers trailing down until he could grab a handful of your plump ass.

"Dr. Easterman-" you gasped in shock, immediately trying to sit up, but he stopped you, the hand on your back pressing down harder to keep you in place.

"shh.." he almost cooed. "you wanna get better, don't you? let me help you get better." with that the first smack landed on your ass, firm but not yet painful, slightly dulled by the stiff fabric of your uniform. he gave you a few seconds to recover from both the surprise and the smack itself, not wanting to overwhelm you too much; after all this was a learning experience, not cruelty for nothing. another smack landed, this time slightly harder. "you're such a good worker. such a caring and kind nurse." he spoke quietly, almost gently as he started to find a rhythm that didn't give you too much room to breathe while making sure you were paying attention to what he was saying. "it is surprising to find you being so impolite, so.. naughty." his own breathing was starting to grow a little heavier now, the smacks getting firmer. "I hired you because I thought you would be doing a good job, serving my purpose - our purpose - without hesitation. i thought i was hiring someone who's obedient, someone who will follow my orders and doesn't question me." he leaned down, his hand resting on your tingling flesh. "are you trying to prove me wrong?" the words hung heavy in the air, his hot breath hitting your ear, the silence stretching until he suddenly delivered a sharp slap to your ass. "I want you to answer me when i ask you something."

you inhaled sharply, trying to regain some composure before answering him. "I-I'm sorry dr. easterman-" you were cut off with your own cry, another, harder slap landing on your ass.

"I didn't ask if you were sorry. i asked if you were trying to prove me wrong." his tone was a bit stricter than before. "one more time. are you trying to prove me wrong?" he asked lowly, his hand hovering above your ass.

"..no sir." a quiet hum rose in his throat.

"that's better." another smack. "then why are you doing it? did i do something to anger you? to make you want to disappoint me?" there it was, his words dripping with that fake guilt that you had heard on recordings so many times. you quickly shook your head, trying to hold back the pained whimpers as he found his rhythm again, his hand heavier. "no?" he acted surprised. "then what is it? why are you being naughty?" he hummed softly at your silence before sighing. "you dont know, do you?" he asked, you shook your head. "you're like a curious child, trying to test my limits, how far you can go without getting in trouble. trying to get daddy's attention." he didnt sound angry, not even irritated. his tone was almost.. fond.

"you found my limit. are you happy now?" the smacks were suddenly much harder, much more punishing, pulling whimpers from you. "are you satisfied?" your fingers dug into the chair as you shook your head. "no?" Dr. eastermans voice carried faux surprise. "isn't this what you wanted? you have my full, undivided attention now. don't you feel happy?" your ass felt hot by now, your thighs quivering from how hard you were pressing them together, and yet he was unrelenting. "i want you to remember this feeling. every time you feel the need to test me again, every time you feel the urge to do misbehave, remember how you're feeling right now and ask yourself: do i want to feel like this again?" a last, harsh smack landed on your ass, making you jump before he groped your buttcheek, giving the warm flesh a gentle squeeze. "next time you want some attention you come to me and ask directly. are we clear?"

[that-of-the-devil]

Jesus Christ 👁️👁️

[likeaqueerindeadlights]

me petting my nuclear bomb

[that-of-the-devil]

Hii, kinda new here, but i saw that you wanted Pennywise requests, so here's mine. Pennywise with a reader who really likes clowns, jesters, harlequins, all of that, since I'm curious of how he'll act when the attention is on someone else instead of him. It can be SFW or NSFW, I'll leave it to you. Hope you have a good day!

Hii!! I love this idea sm (coming from someone who DOES love clowns and jesters). Thank you <33

Warnings/contains: size difference (smaller reader), mild threat, nsfw connotations at the end

Reader: gender neutral

You almost always have Pennywise’s attention, he loves to keep a close eye on you whenever you’re out and about; he lingers around the outskirts, making sure you’re the only person who could spot him if you tried. He was a mixture of delighted and annoyed when it found you heading towards the circus for the day. The latter emotion overrode everything else once it spotted you interacting with the various staff who perform for the circus.

You were giddy after watching the performance, a soft, permanent smile on your face as you left your seat to explore the surrounding area properly. You couldn’t help but admire the displays, the painted murals and fabrics which featured illustrated clowns and animas. The train of thought was interrupted by a balloon disrupting your view, shortly followed by a ruffled sleeve and finally the painted face of a clown. With a happy hum, you took the balloon and gave them thanks, the smile on your face only growing. You were left once more to wander and take in the sights, only pausing to catch a few short performances.

Pennywise was lurking at the edges of the funfair with crossed arms and a grumpy pout on his lips, in utter disbelief that you’d be so content with attention from someone else. He watched you as you interacted with a few more performers, taken aback by your enamoured expression, which appeared every time they approached you. He was furious and unbelievably jealous that you would go to a circus rather than simply ask him to entertain you.

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"Have fun?" Pennywise's voice snapped you out of your thoughts as you exited the funfair, his usually cheerful tone sounding cold and grouchy.

You straightened up and turned to him with a soft expression, eager to see him yet caught off guard by his tone. You parted your lips to speak, only to pause as he inched closer, his bad mood made apparent by the burning amber of his eyes.

"Am I not enough? Do I not entertain you?" His voice grew louder as he indulged in his annoyance.

You froze, shoulders tensing as you stumbled to think of a response, completely unaware that this would affect your partner like this.

"Of course you're enough!!" You started with a sympathetic huff, testing the water by closing more of the space between you and bringing your hand up to reach for his cheek.

It grasped your wrist before you could bring it to his face, his big hand easily wrapping around your arm and holding you in place. Your adrenaline spiked, your heart rate picking up as you blinked up at him, well aware that It could end you so very easily.

"Then why..." He interrupted his sentence with a huff, nose scrunching at the scent of your fear.

He shook his head, making the collars and bells of his costume ruffle and jingle. He was brushing off the temptation, ignoring how sweet you smelled and refining his focus on scolding you.

"..why did you come here?" It continued, eyes darting over your face expectantly.

"...I..I've always visited the funfair when it's been here." You muttered, almost feeling shy.

He grumbled at you, expecting more of an explanation like that. You sighed and tilted your head at him, still managing to give him a gentle expression despite the mild fear coursing through your veins.

"I've always liked the circus..especially the clowns.." You rambled before humming playfully. "Why'd you think I like you so much?"

It's expression softened and he let out a thoughtful grunt, his fingers loosening and finally pulling away. You smiled up at him and finally cupped his cheek, gently swiping your thumb over his cheek. He exhaled heavily through his nose and tilted his head towards your hand, another thoughtful sound rumbling from his throat.

"You should know you're my favourite, penny." You cooed encouragingly.

He responded with another grumble and scrunched up his nose, still fighting his own annoyance despite how you were easily working him down again. He averted his eyes and crossed his arms.

"Why didn't you come to see me?" Pennywise pouted, the burning embers of his eyes dulling to a soft orange.

"I didn't think this would upset you, I'm sorry." You leaned closer, bringing your other hand up to fully cup his face.

His eyes fleeted back to you, expression softening almost entirely when he saw your sincere, apologetic look.

"...Okay." He huffed.

"Okay?" You repeated back to him. "Why don't you come with me next time?... You'd fit in."

"Mmmh. Maybe." He murmured before reaching forward and grasping your hips.

You let out a small hum of surprise as he pulled you against his chest and ducked down to press his face into your neck. You wrapped one arm around him and brought the other up, letting your fingers lightly tangle into his hair.

"For now.." It hummed, turning his head to essentially growl into your ear. "I want you all to myself."

You chuckled, stomach stirring at the possessive tone in his voice.

"Mmm that can be arranged." You hummed, tilting your head to give him an inviting look, eager to go back to his nest and spend the evening with him.

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A/N: We can either pretend you went home and cuddled for the night orrr I can write a Part 2 with some possessive filth :)